The reinforced panic room had become a den of unrelenting depravity and heat.
Ava’s body was on fire. The Omega heat had her completely in its grip — a burning, aching need that made her pregnant belly feel impossibly heavy and sensitive, her swollen t**s leak small beads of milk, and her cunt throb constantly with desperate, dripping hunger. Her sweet, fertile scent filled the room like a drug, driving every Alpha present into a primal frenzy.
She was on her back in the center of the massive bed, legs spread obscenely wide, pregnant belly rising like a swollen mound as Damien railed her with deep, brutal strokes.
“Fuuuuck — this pregnant cunt is absolutely destroyed,” Damien snarled, his thick Alpha c**k slamming into her sloppy, c*m-stuffed hole with wet, filthy squelch-squelch-squelc
