Alpha Scarlett
She growls back at me, rocking her hips hard against mine.
I grab her arms and pin them over her head, taking both her wrists in one of my hands, while I slide the other one down and begin gently massaging her breast. I then start thrusting myself harder and deeper inside her, “like this, Alpha? Is this what the beautiful Alpha wants?” Knowing that we’re not fated mates and that realistically, we couldn’t even take each other as chosen mates, we’re careful to not say things like, “my Alpha” or “you’re mine” – that type of thing. But it’s still important to me that Scarlett know how beautiful she is. One, because she is and two, because when she does meet her fated mate, I want to make sure s
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