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 ...