The moment he pinned me beneath him, I felt my very bones shift.
He was uncontrollable. The calm, dreamy man from moments ago was gone, replaced by a savage Alpha who had been starving for a thousand years, wanting to fill every single cell of his being with me. Within him resided a howl that could command all Alphas.
And I believe the only thing he wanted to howl against were my own tight walls.
He pressed his nose against my scent gland with such ferocity that I felt his teeth bruising my skin. As if I hadn't been his countless times before, as if he hadn't sown his seeds between my legs a thousand times... Over the falling ashes on our skin and the sharp pebbles of the cave floor, he whispered—not into my ear, but directly into that telepathic void inside my brain.
"I need to stretch you wide enough to carry infinite seeds, and keep you slick..."
"I will always stay slick for you." I whispered back.
I was hungry.
