When it finally clamped closed, Zercy nuzzled Alec’s crack. “Bellah,” he growled softly. “Racha.” Stay. Alec’s lids peeled open. “Stay?’ “Tah. My seed. Let none escape.” He brushed Alec’s door with his lips. Once, then twice. “Do this for me. I want your little ass to drink it. To suck it into your handsome little body.”
