Make her come, my alpha chants. Make her come all over you. Mark her. Make her yours. Make sure everyone knows who she belongs to. “Hunter—ohmygod, Hunter.” I hum against her, my nails biting into the soft flesh of her thighs as animalistic sounds rumble in my chest. I feel it when it happens, and it’s far too late for me, but the sensation of her pretty pussy quivering on my tongue, of the gush of her slick that coats my mouth and chin—it’s enough to have me licking a wide stripe down the center of her, slower now, like she’s a treat to be savored.
