QUEEN SURGEON OF RUIN
A wrecked sound tore from his throat as I continued the slow, merciless strokes — keeping him right on the razor’s edge but never letting him fall.
“I want you to remember what real suffering feels like,” I continued, voice velvet and ice. “The same suffering I felt when I fled the palace with your child growing inside me. When I had to hide my pregnancy from the world because the Supreme Alpha had chosen a better, more suitable mate.”
I leaned down and let a thin string of saliva drip from my lips onto the swollen head of his cock, then stroked it in.
Justin shuddered violently beneath me.
“I gave birth screaming your name in pain,” I said, pumping him faster. “And you were probably smiling