Coco's mind was muddled with conflicted thoughts— she didn't mean to act out, not like this, or whatever Alhai had implied earlier about her acting out.
This felt like an overreaction. Wasn't she supposed to be the one in control here? The alpha?
But now, her back pressed against the cold wood, Heiren swallowing every gasp from her lips while Alhai worked between her thighs with single-minded desperation?
Her hands fisted into Heiren's shirt. Too much. Yet.. Why did it feel so good?
Heiren broke away from Coco's lips with a soft pop, and a single strand of saliva connected them, glistening in the light.
Coco gasped for breath as soon as she could, her chest rising and falling with ragged little rasps, but any relief she might have felt from the break was short-lived.
The moment when she felt Alhai pressed his tongue flat against her heated flesh, her breath hitched again, a whimper involuntarily leaving her lips.
