Chapter 9 Fucking The Alpha--Iii

• He didn’t move for a while.
• Just lay there in the dirt, chest heaving, muscles twitching with aftershocks. His back was streaked with sweat and dust, marked by me—my teeth, my hands, my cock. He hadn’t shifted since I’d finished inside him, and that said everything.
• I was still buried deep, watching the rise and fall of his shoulders beneath me. I hadn’t pulled out. Didn’t want to. My knot hadn’t fully formed, but I’d sunk so deep, our bodies were still locked. Fused. And if I shifted a little, I could feel him twitch—just enough to know he was still with me.