*Emily*

Goddess, this Alpha is so sexy. My body reacts to his touch as if an electric current is shooting through my nerves. My eyes are closed, but I picture his firm, defined muscles against my skin as I run my fingers down toward the sensitive area between my legs.

Alpha Tristan is pure magic.

“Ahh!” calls a voice, and it’s clearly not Alpha Tristan. “Yes! Yes!”

A sharp slap whips across my face, forcing my eyes open. 

Shit.

On top of me, with his crooked teeth exposed in a full smile and a gust of hot, stinking breath invading my breathing space, is Stephen. 

What a fucking disappointment.

He...