The Wrong Alpha Twin
I positioned her at the edge, wrapping her legs around me but holding back from fully sealing us together.
“Do you want me?” I teased.
“I… can’t have you,” she replied.
“But you can.”
I began unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it down to expose my marking spot. Her eyes widened.
“Claim me,” I ordered.
“I-I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. I’m all yours,” I promised.
“No, no one would accept us.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Now claim me.”
“I-I…”
I pulled her closer, pressing her lips to my marking spot, and I felt her resistance break as her instincts urged her to claim me.
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