Ashley Bennett

“That’s because I have three hearts.”

And they all beat for you.

Is it improper to eat pussy in an elevator?

“You don’t have to, Emily. Pleasure doesn’t have to be an exchange. Everything we just did I wanted desperately.”

“I want to please you, too. So freaking bad.”

He kinda looks like Ned Flanders, but with a cooler mustache. It's an eerie feeling that this man who looks like he goes to church every Sunday and probably has a perfect credit score watches orgies for a living.

I guess she was going for the pretty princess, underground rave, fuckfest aesthetic.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I sure as hell do. It’s my job to take care of you during your heat. I want to,” he says confidently.

“You do?”

“Alphas are supposed to take care of their Omegas, and this,”—he motions his hands to me in the tub—“ is a privilege, and I’m honored you chose me.”

She gives us both a pointed look. “Remember when we agreed on no babies until we're sure our pack is complete?”

Griffin grumbles, “I mean, I don’t remember agreeing. I remember you being the one who has to carry said baby and caving to your demands.”