The Alpha's Unwanted Luna Series
“We should clean up the mess we made.”
And before I can ask what he means, his tongue is on me again. Slow, languid strokes from my clit all the way back to my puckered ass eliciting another sl*tty, wanting moan from my lips. He kiss each cheek and strokes his thumb gently over the puckered muscle. “Next time, little Alpha, next time.” He growls, and I can hear the smile in the words.
I feel myself falling sideways, too drowsy to pay attention or focus on anything tangible. My body and mind too wrecked to function properly. Then I am asleep. The deepest, dreamless sleep I have had since my mother was attacked.