The blood moon hung low over the cliffs, casting a crimson glow across the Blackwood estate. The pack had roared in submission after Damien’s brutal victory in the Pit, but the victory tasted like ash and s*x in the aftermath.
Damien hadn’t let me rest.
He had me in the master bathroom, bent over the marble vanity, my pregnant belly pressed against the cool counter as he railed me from behind with long, punishing strokes.
“f**k… this pregnant cunt is still so tight,” he growled, voice rough and filthy. His powerful hips slammed against my ass, the wet plap-plap-plap of his thick Alpha c**k destroying my c*m-stuffed p***y echoing off the marble walls. “I just knotted you in front of the entire pack and you’re still milking me like a desperate breeding whore.”
I moaned brokenly, gripping
