The final 12 hours before the Shadow Council’s assault felt like the calm before a hurricane.
The panic room was heavy with the scent of s*x, sweat, and raw power. Ava’s heat had finally begun to ebb, leaving her body sore, exhausted, and leaking from every hole. Her heavily pregnant belly rested heavily on the bed as she lay on her side, legs parted, c*m still dripping slowly from her swollen cunt and ass.
Damien lay behind her, his thick Alpha c**k buried deep inside her sloppy p***y, slowly grinding as he held her close. His large hand stroked her rounded belly with possessive tenderness mixed with dark hunger.
“Even after everything,” he murmured, voice low and filthy against her ear, “this pregnant cunt still milks me so perfectly. You’re carrying my pup, leaking my c*m like a brok
