Laila was nervous. She had all the reasons to be.
Her mate was sleeping on the bed, albeit a little dazed but still eyes open. And here she was, reduced to her underwear while she knelt before Luke.
"Go on, please me." Luke encouraged her as he stood in the middle of the room.
From this distance, Caleb could easily see them. But...she had to do it. Not only so he could heal Caleb, but in the future she could continue to ask for his support.
Finally, Laila's hands reached for the waistband of Luke's pants.
The light in the room was dim but enough for Luke to enjoy the view of her modest bust and bitter expression.
She tugged the fabric down slowly, her breath catching as Luke's thick cock sprang free, heavy and already hardening right in front of her face.
The sight of it made her head spin, a rush of heat flooding between her legs despite the guilt twisting in her stomach. Why was she feeling this right from the get go?
