Mate

Alex stripped her naked, her movements rough and aggressive, as if every second he couldn't see Ashly's exposed skin was a second closer to the end of everything. He left Ashly gasping and clinging to him. Ashly had never had another Alpha dominate her, never thought she'd want it, and never let herself want it. Alex was first, and he will last. She hated the idea of losing control—the idea of someone telling her what to do. But here in bed, with Alex tearing off her trousers and manhandling her as he covered her naked body with kisses, the decadence of it all had Ashly Omega screaming. Because they are still mated, neither she nor Alex break their bond. Ashly still doesn't understand why she didn't break their bond, maybe because of her son. Ashly hissed as Alex's fingers slid over her hips and down her thighs. His thumbs pressed along the sensitive flesh on the inner side of her wide-spread legs. Alex's gaze flickered from her hips to meet Ashly's heavy stare. The Alpha's eyes were b