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.

across piano keys. "Can you feel it? Flex says he's worn down all his claws just for you. Now all

drawn to the two glowing specks in the vast night sky-those stars named. after them. For a moment, the entire universe felt small; his heartbeat thudded against her ear, his breath wrapped around her soul, and even the stars seemed to

and traced the sharp line of his brow, her voice low and intimate. "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

roared as Landon sped them

they got out of the car, they couldn't strip each other fast

and his shirt buttons popped free under her impatient fingers, revealing the hard planes of his

behind. With one tug, her silk blouse ripped into shreds; her lace lingerie

lily-of-the-valley scent came rushing at him in waves, pulling a growl from deep in his throat. He bent down, kissed along her collarbone, and ran his tongue across

step forward, her lips traveling from his jaw to his throat. Her h grazed his collarbone, making his chest

urging him to claim her; Flex

hands slid over her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her ribs. In return, she

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of his muscles.