Luke's cock slipped free from her still-twitching cunt with a wet, obscene pop. Dalia's body sagged, boneless and quivering, but he wasn't finished with her yet. Not even close.
He held her wrist and said, "Come with me. You need to show your devotion to your mate."
Soon, she found herself kneeling before him like an offering, thighs pressed together, chest heaving, lips already parted and glistening.
His thick shaft hovered inches from her face, slick with her own arousal, veins pulsing, the fat head flushed.
He gripped the base and tapped it against her cheek once, twice, leaving sticky trails.
"Open wide, mate," he ordered, voice gravel-rough. "Show me how much you can take down that greedy little throat."
Dalia's eyes, glassy and heavy-lidded, lifted to meet his.
She has never done it before but the instinct of a female knew what her mate wanted.
The usual sharp pride that defined her had melted away tonight, drowned in the relentless heat pooling between her legs.
