~Lily~
His hand was still on my arm.
And not just touching it like a polite little “whoops” moment. No. His palm was wrapped around my upper arm, fingers firm, thumb grazing my skin like it had every f*****g right to be there.
My brain didn’t just melt. It liquefied. It slid out of my skull and dripped straight into my cunt because the heat of his hand was spreading into me like a virus, like a drug, like a warning that my body should not have reacted the way it just did.
But it did.
And now I was standing here—sweaty, shaking, slightly dazed, and very much still throbbing between the legs — with Connor Blackwood’s massive Alpha hand wrapped around my trembling Omega body like he owned it.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t even think without seeing flashes of what I h
