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.

he's worn 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

him, her gaze 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

bit

Landon sped them back to

they got out of the car, they couldn't

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

fall behind. With one tug, her silk blouse ripped into shreds; her lace lingerie -shimmered faintly

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

bare feet hitting 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

out a soft whimper, gently biting Flex's ear, urging him to claim her; Flex responded with a stroke of his ink-black claws down her back-tender, yet laced with wild

breaking contact. Landon's hands slid over her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her ribs. In

10:41 FM, 6 Jun

Tonight the

of his muscles.