What the fuck is so important this time of night, anyway?Art, his arm around Hope as she stood holding her sketch, rapped twice on the outer door of t...e General's suite. A split second later, Whitworth, dressed only in fatigue pants, jerked the door open, not expecting anyone but Art. His hairy chest matted with sweat, smelling of sex, the big man stood frozen for a second.Diana had told Hope that enhanced Alphas could blush, and she had seen Art blush, and the others on occasion, but Hope. The low murmur of his voice sending shivers down her spine as he spoke with Ron about his upcoming stag night and his wedding to Hermione.Merciful magic but she’d barely gotten through dinner with how distracted she had been, her heart racing every time their eyes met over the table. Thankfully, she hadn’t been alone in her eagerness. Not with the way Harry had quickly offered to help her clean-up afterward, his already half-hard cock pressing against her side as he reached around her to put. Instead of a cute, loving baby sister, I saw a hot, sweet 16-year-old. Instead of a troubled older sister, I saw an exciting energetic cheerleader she was when she was in high school and I was in mortal combat with puberty.Even the blossoming sexual traits my airheaded twin sisters displayed became vividly apparent to me. But none of the women in the house compared to the arousal I felt whenever I saw my mom stride through the house in her little shorts or tight jeans. One night, she’d dressed. He moves in front of her and does kiss her. He has missed her so much. And he has been anticipating this next part with her. He is confident that she will submit herself to this willing.He gently takes off all three lassos, and she breathes a sigh of relief. Donald unhooks her necklace and drops the twelfth pearl on it. “You have done very well today, wearing these the entire day Emma. I am proud of you.”Emma blushes with the praise.Donald lowers her on the bed and begins to massage her.