Alpha of Nightmares
I snarled.
Slamming my fist into the arm of my chair, startling the slave girl kneeling in front of me servicing me. I glared at her tear-stained face as she scrambled back, her job unfinished.
I’d called her in here to give me a blow job, thinking maybe it would take some of the edge off while I waited. But she couldn’t even do that right. She’s from the Nebrodi pack, one of the bitches we captured. She’s not ugly, with supple breasts, mossy green eyes, and thick wavy black hair.