Alpha Reid
he growls into the shell of my ear.
I’m a shivering, quaking mess, so worked up that I could sob in frustration. When I don’t respond, Reid wraps a hand around my throat, leaning back and bringing me to stand with him as he does. I’m shaky on my legs, but he wraps his other arm around my waist, holding me tight to his chest. I feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing insistently against my backside as I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing myself against one of Reid’s legs, seeking any bit of friction I can get.
Reid’s lips brush my earlobe as he speaks again, his voice a low rumble. “If you do, then next time I’ll take care of that ache between your legs, too.”