The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
The climax tore through them both just as a crack opened in the earth beside them, steam hissing from the depths.
Victor emptied himself into her, a guttural roar ripping from his throat. He stayed there, his forehead resting on hers, his weight crushing the air from her lungs as the afterglow hit. The stinging of the scrapes on his back, the lingering warmth between her legs, the physical hangover of it all—it felt like the only real thing in a world of ghosts.
"They’re here, Vic. Look at the sky."
Zack stood ten feet away, his rifle lowered. He wasn't looking at the wreckage. He was looking at the clouds.
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