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In the car, Elara found herself in an unexpected predicament.
Alpha Dominic had slumped against her shoulder, his breathing warm against her neck.
The scent of expensive whiskey clung to him. But there was something else beneath it, something primal that made her p***y clench involuntarily.
"Are you really drunk?" she asked suspiciously, trying to adjust his weight.
"Mmm," he mumbled incoherently, letting his body go slack as he "accidentally" slipped lower. His face pressed into the valley between her breasts like he couldn't control where he was falling.
Her n*****s hardened instantly through the thin fabric of her blouse. She bit back a gasp as his hot breath seeped through the material.
"Dominic," she warned, but her voice came out husky instead of stern.
He made drunken
