The Alpha I shouldn't crave
We stayed locked like that, we are sweaty, shaking, panting, his softening length still buried to the hilt, my legs trembling, my cum-slick thighs were quivering.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Damon’s voice cut through the haze like a blade.
We froze, we were still joined, my breasts still exposed, his hand still cupping my dripping cunt, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the training room air.