Chapter 7 My back arched. My belly clenched. And I couldn't stop. The squelching noises were obscene. Sticky. Loud. The air reeked of s*x and slick and sweat. My thighs slapped against the sheets. My hips rolled. I was a mess. A needy, dripping, crying slut of a mess. "Please...Alpha...please..." I moaned into the room like a f*****g offering. My fingers curled again. My p***y squeezed around them like it was trying to keep them in. But they weren't enough. They were too thin. Too short. Too human. And I needed a monster. I needed that thick c**k I'd felt pressing into my stomach, so f*****g high up it made me think he could f**k my soul out of my body. My thighs started to shake. My breath came out in short, sharp pants. My n*****s were rock hard, tight points brushing the air with every movement. My free hand grabbed one, twisted, pulled until pain lit up my chest and pleasure shot straight to my clit. "Oh fuck..oh fuck..please... I was losing it. It felt like my mind had gone to another dimension because f**k I was gone. And still, I imagined him. Not touching me. Not f*****g me.