Alpha Drake
She bit her lower lip as the heat burned her whole system.
“I. . . p-please, stop it, Alpha,” she pleads. “I will clean your room, so please, please stop what you are doing, Drake. . .” she whimpered.
Drake smirked and laughed sardonically. “Alright, Stray. . .” he paused, biting the skin on the side of her neck, which made her groan. “. . .we will be having a session later, clean my room first,” he added almost in a whisper.
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