“Take your hit,” he said. Drake’s eyes gleamed. Gay sex Drake pulled out, still hard, and laid cocaine along his cock, a white line of temptation. “Andrew don’t share,” he said, stepping closer, heat radiating. Drake’s eyes roamed Jack’s body, a predator sizing prey. The prison knows, his role as Drake’s new “bitch” drawing eyes and threats. Word spread—Blackthorn’s new bitch was born. The air was thick with unspoken tension, Andrew’s silence a challenge, a promise.What Happens Next?Jack’s fall is complete—he’s no longer the alpha but a man enslaved by desire, marked by Drake’s dominance and his own hunger. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, the aroma flooding his senses like a hit of coke. Jane pushed back, weak against Drake’s chest, but Drake was in heat, his movements rough, unsatisfied. Andrew’s warning echoed, but Jack ignored it, driven by need. His own cock twitched, a traitor. Drake’s hand cracked across his face.
