The countdown had begun.
Three days until Viktor Kane challenged Damien for pack leadership in the ancient fighting pit deep in the forest. Three days until blood would soak the sacred ground. Three days until everything could crumble.
Damien didn’t waste a single second.
He had me bent over the balcony railing outside the master bedroom, completely naked under the stormy night sky. The cold wind whipped across my swollen pregnant belly and leaking cunt as he railed me from behind with brutal, possessive strokes.
“Fuuuck, listen to how sloppy this pregnant p***y is,” he growled, voice thick with Alpha lust. His hips slammed against my ass, the wet plap-plap-plap of his thick c**k destroying my c*m-filled hole echoing into the night. “I’ve pumped you so full you’re dripping like a broke
