Oliver's POV
I leaned in even closer, my chest pressing hard into her back so she could feel every cold line of my tactical vest. I reached into my pocket, pulling out a strip of black silk. With a rough jerk, I wrapped it around her head, knotting it tight.
"I'm waiting, Aurora," I whispered into the darkness I'd just given her. "Why are you here? Why aren't you with your perfect Alpha King? Is he too soft? Does his love make you bored?"
She let out a broken sob, her head pressing blindly against the wood of the table. "He's… he's a dream," she choked out, shaking. "Oliver is everything a girl should want. He's kind, he's safe… he's perfect."
A sharp pain hit my chest. The King is a dream.
"But you," she gasped, her hips moving as my thumb brushed her skin. "You make me feel alive. He makes me feel like a doll, but you... you make me feel like a woman. I don't want lovemaking tonight, Raymond. I want you to fuck me."
