Page 80 of Filthy Royal

She ground up against her true Alpha, tilting her head back, giving him everything.

Damien nipped at her throat. Laved her ear with his tongue.

She wound her fingers through his hair—relishing the longer strands—and tugged.

He growled low and rocked harder against her.

The storm inside her spiraled higher, her pleasure winding tighter and tighter with each slide of his cock against her clit.

Except she needed more. She needed her Alpha inside her. Filling her.

The emptiness was almost more than she could bear.

She fumbled with the waistband of his leathers, shoving downward. “P-please.”

“Mine.” Growling low, Damien spread his hands at the back of her flesh-colored panties.Rip.They split in two, creating a slit in the silk.

Cool air struck her clit. “Yes, Alpha!”

Hot, ridged steel bobbed against her cunt. So much better in flesh and blood than any memory.

“All… for… me.” His cock nudged at her folds.

“Yes.” Panting, she writhed against the fat shaft, her slick mixing with his precum to make her slippery and wet and ready to welcome him home.

“Damien, do you hear me?” An angry voice intruded. “You need to get a fucking grip and snap out of this rut.”

Fury surged through Scarlett, her thighs tightening around her Alpha. Stop? Now?Never!

With a hiss, she bobbed up and down more vigorously, demanding his attention.

He groaned in response, his tongue claiming hers, the huge head of his cock notched at her entrance.

Finally.

“Scarlett! What the hells is going on here?” Kadon’s voice, thick with horror, echoed down the corridor.

A shard of sanity cutting through the haze.

Goddess help her.

She was grinding against Damien, her prime omega collar broken and discarded on the floor. Nars lay dead at their feet. The corridor was in shambles. Statues broken. Crystal lights shattered.

Shame slithered through her. Followed by sheer panic.

She ripped her mouth from Damien’s. “Kadon—”

An enraged growl rumbled from Damien’s chest. “Mine.” Still in full rut mode, he dug his fingers into her hair and jerked her head back, arching her neck painfully into a submissive pose. “Not his. Mine!”

Her body melted at his command: instinct and duty warring within.

“Get away from her!” Kadon stormed forward.

With a snarl, Damien placed her on her feet, then turned, his body blocking hers, his weight keeping her pinned against the wall. “Mine.”

“Not… yours.” Kadon was slipping into rut too, Damien’s aggression sparking his own. “My… prime… omega.”

Damien’s muscles bunched, preparing for attack.

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