The panic room had become a furnace of heat and sin.
Ava’s body was no longer her own. The Omega heat had consumed her completely — a relentless, burning fever that made her swollen pregnant belly feel tight and aching, her heavy t**s leak small drops of milk, and her cunt throb with an unbearable, dripping desperation. Her sweet, fertile scent saturated the air, thick enough to make even the strongest Alphas lose control.
Damien had her on her back, legs folded up to her shoulders in a deep mating press, her pregnant belly pressed between them as he slammed into her sloppy, c*m-drenched cunt with savage, rhythmic thrusts.
“Fuuuuck — this pregnant p***y is completely ruined,” he snarled, voice thick and filthy. His thick Alpha c**k pounded her mercilessly, the wet, obscene squelch-squel
