Alpha Igla drove into his Luna with brutal force, her pale thighs wrapped tight around his waist. The furs beneath her body were dark and thick, making her skin look like moonlight against shadow. She gasped each time he thrust deeper, her fingers digging marks into his shoulders. He was close, so close, when the knock came.
Three insistent knocks against the heavy wooden door.
Igla froze and his muscles tensed with fury. His Luna whimpered beneath him, her body still trembling with need. Her hands tried to pull him back down, tried to make him continue, but the knock came again.
"What?" Igla snarled, not bothering to withdraw from his mate. His voice was a pure threat.
"Alpha," the gamma guard's voice filtered through the door, uncertain and apologetic. "Alpha Varg of Shadowmoon has arrived. He requests immediate audience."
