Andre's POV
This had to stop. I kept telling myself it was time to stop. Meryl lay there completely drained, her body limp from exhaustion after everything we'd shared. She'd taken every desperate touch, every demanding caress, every piece of raw need I'd poured into her trembling form. Finally, she was resting peacefully, no longer sobbing or holding onto me or breaking apart in my arms.
Yet my hunger remained unsatisfied. Completely unsatisfied.
The craving consumed me entirely. My body refused to acknowledge her unconscious state. My arousal throbbed relentlessly, burning with an intensity that threatened to drive me insane. Images of her with Alpha Chester kept invading my thoughts, and each memory sent fresh waves of fury coursing through my veins like poison. Chester. That worthless piece of trash. My greatest adversary.
