Chapter 89

Suddenly it stopped and the Wolf was pulling Alex completely up and off of his cock, while Cora withdrew whatever it was she'd been thrusting into his ass. As the Wolf shifted, moving away and letting Alex's head drop onto the bed, Alex was panting, finally able to breathe freely. As his head began to unfuzz, he began to notice other areas of discomfort that had been less important than breathing - his legs were trembling, his asshole felt both empty and still burning, Cora's treatment of his balls had made his lower back ache up into his kidneys, and his shoulders were tense and cramped from having his hands tied behind his back as well as his exertions to leverage himself up off of the Wolf's cock for air.

Alex stifled a groan as Cora slid onto the bed, grasping his hair and yanking him up by it so that she could slide her body underneath his.

Now what?

Cora squirmed her way down, not bothering to look at Alex's face, like he was nothing