Olivia’s POV
“Gabriel,” I breathe, his voice sweet on my lips.
“f**k, my dear,” he groans, clenching my backside as he lifts me off the bed to continue his flapped hip movements, filling me and growing me with more and more ecstasy. He kisses my throat. “I love you, Luna.”
I tilt my head back, feeling us both fall apart in perfect orgasm.
My heads falls onto his shoulder, his hips trembling in aftermath, but the sight of Alpha Herold in the hallway is what sucks me back into reality. He stands down the hall, just far enough away to not notice his scent during our throw of passion but close enough for me to lock eyes with through the crease in the door.
It’s clear now more than ever before—Alpha Herold is absolutely broken.
I use the blanket on the bed to cover up, feeling my cheek
