Page 124 of Unhinged Alphas

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Page 124 of Unhinged Alphas

Ivy doesn't stop, her hand still moving, milking every last drop from me. The overstimulation is agony and I thrash against the restraints, torn between begging her to stop and pleading for more.

"That's it," she hisses, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Give me everything."

And I do. I give her every fucking thing I have, every ounce of pain and pleasure, every scream and whimper and moan and growl and hiss. My vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges, but I fight to keep my eyes open. I need to see her, need to burn this image into my brain.

Ivy, wild and fierce, covered in my blood and come. Her auburn hair a tangled mess, her aquamarine eyes blazing with triumph and disgust.

So beautiful.

My goddess.

My devil.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

WRAITH

Harsh white light sears my eyes.

Blinding.

Sterile.

Cold.

Metal bites into flesh.

Restraints dig deep.

No escape.

Voices buzz around me.

Clinical.

Detached.

Cruel.

"Secure its limbs."

"Check vitals."

"Prep for initial scans."

My muscles tenseinvoluntarily.

Every instinct screams to fight.

To tear free.

But I can't.

Won't.

For her.




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