The Alpha's Warlock
Once.
Yes.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he said, and thrust roughly down my throat, stretching me wide.
I choked, and my eyes watered and stung as he fucked my mouth mercilessly, holding my head in place and forcing every inch inside me. Vampires didn’t need to breathe quite as much as humans, but my lungs seized up after a few minutes and black spots danced in my vision.
Gods, I wanted it, and I opened my mouth and went limp in his hold and took it, the back of my throat bruised and my lips swollen, gazing up wide-eyed at his face as his fangs dropped and his features contorted into something feral and wild.