Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha
Or the victim, depending on who you ask, "But I'm not ready yet."
"Why not?" he asks, still sucking on my neck and starting to rock his hips against me. Laurent's weight on me feels almost suffocating, but I like it. It feels right, "I'm your Alpha, aren't I?"
"Yes, but..." I hesitate, swallowing because his presence and scent don't let me think straight. They cloud my mind, "Alpha, stop. We said we weren't going to be anything anymore. Let's just... let this go. We're not good when we..."