Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage(An R-Harem)
Terror clawed at the edges of my mind—he was a Dracula, a killer, the deadliest one—and yet my body kept sliding against him, chasing that building pressure like I’d die without it.
Emberkin’s hand left my waist and slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair. He yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at the golden mask and the cold eyes behind it.
“You’re soaking through your clothes,” he said, almost conversational. “I can feel the heat of your cunt burning against my thigh. You hate me and you’re still going to come like this, how shameful right?”
I tried to say no. Tried to stop my hips from rolling faster, harder, but the bond—or whatever sick power he had—kept me moving. My cl