"Look at me," Dimitri commanded, voice dropping to a gravelly purr.
Felicity's fox ears pinned back, her blue eyes wide and glazed, fixed on his feral face. "See what you do? See this fucking need?" He ground his hips forward, the broad crown stretching her opening just a fraction, a burning, delicious sting. "Six of 'em used you. Ripped you open. Filled you like a fucking cum bucket. But this?" He thrust shallowly, just the tip popping past her tight pussy, making her cry out. "This is your real claim. This cock belongs inside you. Claiming what's already mine, and I bet they can't fuck you as I can."
"Then take me," she whispered.
Dimitri's hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them, lifting her higher. He angled his hips. The thick, flared head pressed harder, a relentless, burning pressure. Felicity whimpered, her claws digging into the fur of his shoulders. "Dimitri!"
"Take it," he snarled. "Take your Alpha."
