round beneath him was participating in an impromptu salsa. His face was a shade of red that

Shirtless Wonder. Welcome to my humble abode. Do you come bearing gift

ruggling to focus on my existe

ow in the low light. He declared, with the theatrica

ocked onto mine, and he started advancing toward me, step by step. And that's when it hit me – the feeling in the pit of my sto

sual nonchalance. "Thirsty, huh? Well, you know, ta

aze never leaving mine. "Not for wat

ixed smoothie. "Thirsty for something else," he repeated,

up in my mind. "He's the alpha

to wriggle free, my awkward struggle punctuating the charged atmosphere. "Submit? Who do

enses like a heady perfume. "You're resisting, is th

ould it kill you to go with the flow for once, Melissa? It's

Oh, forgive me if I don't have 'submit to alpha' on my to-do list. I was

ike silk brushing against my skin. "Yo

hint of exasperation. "I did not do anything

l, an invisible force that defied the laws of logic and reason. "You d

account that I have done no such thing. Drugging him? Oh no, I'd drug people for their money, but not for their dicks

rew's tequila from this afternoon

e at my inner wolf.

t rising i

alpha eyes, held a knowing

imming in a sea of confusion and newfound desires. "Is this the part where

per that seemed to set my skin ablaze. "Surrender. T

ment, and I couldn't help but

of sensations. The air was charged with an intoxicating blend of desire and uncert

nd intimate, got closer, sending a shiver down my spine. Panic clawed at the edges of my consciou

said, his voice a l

no such

s. No, this couldn't be happening. I'm not a victim. I'm Melissa – the queen of awkward situations,

licker of something else. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to fight back, but my body refused to cooperate. It was a bi

tracing lines on my skin like an artist lost in the canvas of a masterpiece. My mind, clouded by the eff

nscious mind. But the weight of his body, the taste of his lips, all felt painfully real. My inner voice

s in his wake, pausing briefly to lick, suck, and nibble at my soft flesh. This process repeated as he moved from my neck to my

oach. Even as he moved lower, I deliberately ignored the place he most desired, focusi

us with need. I let out a guttural cry of relief, transforming into a moan of pleasure as he

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ian'

d a tee-shirt right there in the hallway. I

feeling the strain against the fabric as I freed myself. Stepping forward, I reached to stroke

e belon

tion to her parted lips

g as well. Perfectly arched lashes adorned her face, and s

uis

rough. Urgency built inside; I had to claim h

her up by her thin tee, dragg

t with one hand, pulling her panties down with the other. Man

cing her left thigh out to the side wi

efore, sparking a flicker of wo

prying her open as her hands flailed, leaving gouges with her perfect n

s and sobs, caught thickly in her throat, accompanied my actions.

ith tears

er the edge, quicker than expected. My releas

bs. As my body calmed, I withdrew carefully, noticing the blood-a small streak on

ere a