Kiara woke up wrapped beneath thin, white sheets and in the alpha’s arms. He was already awake, after all those dark, obsidian eyes were already staring deep into her soul. “Thought you wouldn’t wake up after passing out last night.”

Last night...? Kiara flushed red, the memories splattering all over the walls of her mind. Last night he hadn’t taken her once but twice; against the door and on this very bed.

He made her explode so many times that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open.

His strokes weren’t gentle, they were hard and fast; desperate stabs that breached far inside of her. She had begged him to let her breathe, to give her time, but after he released on her stomach, he shoved right back into her.

She had trembled so greatly; her thighs, no her whole body and her eyes had watered with tears of pleasure until all she could see was an everlasting black.

She wondered what happened after that, but the courage to ask was lost in her embarrassment.

Pulling at the sheets, she used