Ewan collapsed back onto the mattress, panting heavily, his mind a complete blank white noise. He thought it was over. He thought he had survived the storm. But for Asher Ryder, this had merely been the prologue.
Looking at Ewan's face, flushed with the afterglow of orgasm, eyes unfocused and hazy, and smelling the potent cocktail of the Champagne Rose pheromones mixed with the metallic tang of fresh semen, the beast within Asher broke its chains. After the foreplay, the Alpha's rationality had been pushed to the very brink of collapse.
The man withdrew his fingers, a long, translucent thread of silver fluid stretching between his hand and the Omega's battered entrance before snapping. Without a word, Asher stripped off his own trousers.
His massive manhood, veined and throbbing, sprang free. It was a terrifying sight, dark purple in color, standing erect with an arrogant, aggressive pride.
