The panic room was a haze of heat, c*m, and desperation.
Ava’s heat had reached its most dangerous peak. Her body was no longer under her control — the Omega fire burned through every nerve, making her heavily swollen pregnant belly feel tight and aching, her full t**s leak milk, and her cunt throb with constant, dripping need. Her sweet, fertile scent saturated the air, thick enough to drive any Alpha mad.
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 his thick Alpha c**k into her sloppy, c*m-filled cunt with savage, relentless strokes.
“Fuuuuck — this pregnant p***y is completely addicted,” Damien snarled, voice dripping filthy dominance. The wet, obscene squelch-squelch-squelch of his massive
