The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)

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illa washes over the r

m

de hair is secured in a tight coil at her nape and like always, I am filled

take me in and she offers

se me,

to her greetings. It has become a ritual of s

xactly I'm asking release from. This god's forsaken

the sigh

, her body, her lips--what the red, succulent buds will tast

ld be

s a H

. My f*cking m

dess's way of punishing me for

nt, she says with a s

ing irritation wel

t even know you! I doubt you

d

ts. "What

ug. "

tion. "Wrong." She turns away and starts to lay out food

oving the way her name rol

nd soon after the sweet scent of her aro

e sound, eyes s

"Hike up your skirt and come sit on my face. You could be ri

ession widens her

I laugh. The s

joying each other's company. But no, I am chained to a

r mate is nothing to be ashamed of. The average number of tim

ew times before snapping shut. She straightens and points a ladle in

e, sudden anger tig

ppens, doesn't it? Of course, it does, because it's the only explanation for our pair

e turned into

mid-senten

turn you,

want that?? I'm perfectly o

't matter what she is in the lon

few seconds, then conti

looks serene, a delectable flush staining her cheeks from our argument. My gaze drops to her pe

o

eed

tance that I notice I am straining toward h

piece of toast in front of my lips.

emale connives

minal to use the word connive in the twent

clamp around her fingers

. I shoot rock hard at the sou

ak out around her supple skin. She wrenches her fingers

k tips my lips to the

ly, ears reddening. She's so expressive. Unbidden, my cock swells ev

g. "My offer still stands," I say.

oke. But I'm laughing again. When the plates are cleared, she tips

e. "Have the Hunters threatened you?" I tamp down the emotion when I realize I have no right to

en't been able to fix. Or want to. If it turns out that it's truly the

n't hate her

for my ca

e she isn't fully in with th

le for my

en's su

ey out of the room, saying over her shoulde

and I'm left to the

gin phase one

my flesh. But even as blood starts to flow I don't falter. Clenching my teeth I clamp my eyes shut a

muscles, broken fingers, and protruding bones greet me. I've already sta

inding pain as I make quic

white ceilings, chest heaving. Sweat slick

rag myself up to a sitting position. I take

les sho

At the first swipe, the chains give away and I rip at the manacles. Bits and p

second one, I drop back

vily, I let my e

sition for long momen