The Alpha I shouldn't crave
I erupted with a savage growl, ropes of cum shooting across her tongue as she swallowed hungrily, milking me dry with suction and strokes until I was utterly drained.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting and slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of our depravity. Reality started to seep in, cold and sharp, around the edges of the bliss.
"That was—" I began, but she silenced me with a finger.
"A one-time mistake that never fucking happened," she said firmly. "Marcus can't know, your girl can't know. This was just... Scratching a hitch."
I nodded, but deep down, I knew the lie would fester, a bomb waiting to detonate.