I am drowning.
Alec’s body is solid against mine, his warmth seeping through my skin, his breath heavy and ragged in my ear. His hard length pressed against my entrance, the tip sliding just inside, and it is torture.
A delicious, unbearable torture.
“Mate. Take him now, please.” Nyx’s voice is a throaty growl, her need as feral as mine. “He’s right there. Just a little more…”
A strangled whimper escapes me, my hips arching to pull him deeper, to close the last fraction of space that keeps me from feeling all of him. My nails dig into his shoulders, and my head falls back against the rough bark of the tree.
“Alec,” I breathe, the name slipping out in a desperate, needy moan.
His jaw clenches, muscles flexing beneath my palms. His eyes blaze, a molten gold, and the moonlight catches t
