The Alpha's Cure
Pressing up against me from behind, he pulls my head back and says into my ear, "Alcoholic beverages don't affect me how they used to love. My immune system tolerates a lot more now. Especially blood and flesh."
I wince, "Oww!" And then snicker, "Good for you, pumpkin. Can you wipe your own ass too?"
He whispers, "Yes, but with women like you round, it's not necessary."
Arch in my back, I try to pull away, but his grip is so tight if I move, the entire back of my head will be bald. I groan, "Let me go, Jude."
Unresponsive, he stands, breathing steady in my ear. Squirming, I beg, "C'mon Jude. You win. Let me go."
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