Alaric’s POV:

Meadow looked like a fucking angel whenever she came apart from my touch. Watching her come undone was slowly turning into an addiction of mine.

The face she made, the way her grip tightened around my shoulder, the way her body stilled and started vibrating, the sounds that left her lips—I could never get enough of it.

Enough of her.

Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of her, feeling my lips twitch as she whined in protest.

She had a greedy, needy little cunt, and I ...