Vesper's POV

“Please what, Alpha?” I stepped closer to his restrained, flushed body, my voice low and ancient, carrying the weight of over a thousand years of hunger. “Use your words properly.”

His hole was still stretched around the buzzing prostate massager, visibly clenching and fluttering around the toy like a greedy whore begging to be filled; the sight made my blood burn.

*Damn The dopamine rush in his scent is intoxicating; the fact that he hates this but still needs this is so intriguing and perfect.*

It was his first time, and I knew this was driving him crazy, but we had to make sure he wanted this as...