Alpha Darius’ POV
"I'll handle the comms," Luka said, mercifully still focused on the reports rather than my face. "Reid already has a team ready for the additional patrols."
Clara took me deeper, her mouth sliding down my shaft in a slow, deliberate movement. Her hand gripped what she couldn't fit, working in tandem with her lips and tongue.
The wet heat of her mouth was maddening, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in my muscles as I fought to keep still, to show nothing.
"Good," I bit out. "Anything else?"
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her tongue pressing against the underside of my c**k where she knew I was most sensitive. My vision threatened to blur at the edges.
"Just one more thing," Luka said, reaching for another folder. "The training reports from yesterday
