Stolen by the Alpha
Kalen doesn’t stop—he licks me through it, gentle now, slow and careful, as if he’s trying to put me back together after tearing me apart.
We stay like that for a minute, both of us shaking, neither willing to move in case the spell breaks. It’s almost comical—the two of us, rivals, enemies, lovers, and now tangled up in a heap of blankets and sweat and blood, both trying to remember how to be human.
Kalen rises up and rolls me onto my back. He’s hard again, and he presses a kiss to my jaw as he mounts me. I’m still trembling from round one, but I can rally for his sake.
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