Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 413 Tonight the Queen Rides First

In the sea of consciousness,

ox's Obsidian Crystal Wolf could no longer hold back. It bounded across the

starmap mirage, pouncing on Emma's White Wolf.

The two wolves wrestled and licked each other in the spiritual realm; Flex's claws hooked around Emma's neck-but the moment he touched her gland, his grip softened.

He brushed her fur again and again with his wolfish kisses-mirroring the gentleness Landon showed in the real world, never willing to hurt her.

Tessa whimpered into the kiss, her hands gripping the lapels of his suit and yanking on his tie; her fingernails dug into the skin at the nape of his neck, drawing out a growl from deep within his chest.

When Landon finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes rimmed with unshed tears. Even her pheromones were thick with desire-lily of the valley sweetened by lust, weaving together with the scent of pine into a dense web that filled the observatory.

down all his claws just for you. Now all he wants..." His lips trailed lower, nipping at her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt, "...is to be the black hole in your galaxy- something that never lets you

moment, the entire universe felt small; his heartbeat thudded against her ear, his breath wrapped around her soul, and even the stars seemed to shimmer in sync with

"Then I'll be your supernova-blasting every last bit of reason out of you." Landon burst into laughter, scooped her into his arms, and carried

engine roared as Landon sped them

the car, they couldn't strip

tie; his suit jacket fell to the ground, and his shirt buttons popped free under

wasn't about to fall behind. With one tug, her silk blouse ripped into

him in waves, pulling a growl from deep in his throat. He bent down, kissed along her collarbone, and

the floor of the apartment kissed him aggressively with every step forward, her lips traveling from his jaw to his throat. Her h grazed his collarbone, making his chest rise and fall; the scent of

whimper, gently biting Flex's ear, urging him to claim

over her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her ribs. In

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413 Tonight the

of his muscles.