The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
The air was thick with the scent of dust, sweat, and the sharp ozone of Malakai's fading power.
He pushed his mouth against hers, his teeth grazing her lip. Maya groaned, her hands sliding under his ragged shirt, her nails digging into the skin of his back. She wasn't a wolf, but she fought like one, her legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper into the heat.
"Tell me... you’re real," Malakai gasped against her neck.
"I'm right here. Fuck—Malakai—" She arched her back as his hand found her waist, his grip bruising.
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