Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
Just feral claiming: hips snapping, balls slapping my ass, one hand choking my throat while the other pinned my wrists.
“You’re mine,” he roared, pace brutal, fangs grazing my lip. “Say it.”
“Yours! Alpha’s little slut—Daddy’s breeder—fuck, harder!”
The knot swelled at his base, catching my rim, locking us. His eyes rolled back, a howl ripping free as he flooded me—hot, thick ropes painting my womb. I shattered around him, milking every drop, nails carving bloody trails down his back.
We collapsed, still knotted, his weight crushing me in the best way. His mouth found my ear, voice wrecked: “No more dates. No more games. You’re moving into my room. Tonight.”