Ryley's eyelids fluttered open, the haze of pleasure and exhaustion still clinging to him.
True to his word, Clyde hadn't let him go—not even when he'd lost consciousness.
The thick, heavy weight of the Alpha's cock remained buried inside him, still pulsing faintly, still filling him even now.
Clyde's breath was warm against the nape of his neck, slow and steady, his lips brushing over the fresh bite marks he'd left there.
The realization sent a shiver through Ryley's body.
He bit his lip, stifling a whimper as he shifted slightly, testing the limits of Clyde's grip.
If he moved just right, maybe he could slip free without waking him—
Almost… there…
But the moment the tip of Clyde's cock began to slide out, a strong arm clamped around his waist, yanking him back with a rough, possessive jerk.
A single, brutal thrust buried him to the hilt again, punching a choked gasp from his throat.
