His chest rumbled, his head lowering again to hover his mouth over hers. “Desperate girls beg.” Lust was making her stupid, convincing her that the darkness in him was everything she needed. “Good Alphas make me.” The words were almost a whine, her hands tangling in his shirt. She knew what she was asking for, but she didn’t really know. She just wanted to push him, to get as much from him as she could. There was some incredibly fucked-up part of her that recognised the man between her thighs as an Alpha and sensed, on an instinctual level, that only his Alpha aggression would temper the need
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