CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
He hooked one finger under the edge of my lace panties and tugged them aside.
I felt the slick, wet tip of the egg press against my entrance.
My hips jerked forward on instinct.
“Easy,” he murmured against my ear, one strong arm banding around my waist to hold me still. “Relax for me, baby.”
He pushed gently, steadily, and the egg slipped inside me—smooth, full, foreign. A soft whimper escaped my lips as my body adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Something dangled between my legs—the little silicone tail—brushing the inside of my thigh.