+Chapter 69+

Caspian ended up seated on Asher with his back to the Alpha, his little dress bunched up at his waist.

He felt Asher push the fake waves of blonde hair to the side impatiently, a quiet growl coming from him as he pulled it off.

That brought back the memory of the first time he met Asher, quiet laughter spilling past his lips.

That moment had been terrifying for him but now it was just humorous.

The Mafia King's impatience was nice to see, it was good to know that he hadn't been the only one left wanting.

He tilted his head to the side so that Asher could get proper access to his neck, caring little that he was soaking the Alpha's pants through with slick.

With how wet he was, he would barely need any prep to take Asher.

Fortunately for him because he wasn't given a warning before the fragile underwear he wore was easily snapped off, Asher lifting him up by the waist to fuck into him.