Alethea

"Come here, my Alpha." My voice is filled with need. The bulge in his trousers calls to me.

My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, of feeling his salty, creamy release on my tongue as I swallow every drop.

I want to hear him groan, to have my name spill from his lips in a curse of pleasure while I take him deep.

I want to feel him in my mouth until I gag, until my eyes well up with tears of desire. I want to watch him lose control, grinding into my mouth, claiming every inch of me as he thrusts deeper.

I want him to...