Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna
I’m a fucking mess of guttural, high, broken and desperate whimpers.
“Aeliana,” I breathe. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby, please...please don’t stop, mmmhg, like that—” I rasp, hips stuttering now but Aeliana sucks even harder.
I come hard, my vision whiting out with each spew. My little Siren swallows every drop, sucking until I’m shaking, gasping, and barely upright. She reminds me her petname was never wasted on her, she is in every bit the deadly Siren she was long before we ever had a taste of each other.
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