Page 85 of Alpha Ruined

“Please,pleaseAlpha, let me come,” she struggles in his hold, yanking at his hair, but he still doesn’t budge.

“Say you’re mine,” he hisses.

She doesn’t care anymore. She’ll say whatever he wants her to, as long as he relieves the pressure that builds in her cunt.

“I’m yours,” she breathes, and his finger slides into her, her walls stretching as she takes him. “I’m yours.”

“No.Mean it. You don’t fucking mean it,” he breathes against her mound, working his finger into her. “You think I can’t tell when someone’s lying, sweetheart?” Another finger enters her, stretching her cunt, and she wails. “Fuckingmeanit,goddamnit,” he growls.

She takes in a breath, closes her eyes, and surrenders.

“I’m yours,Alpha,” she moans, and he responds with a third finger as he places his mouth on her clit.

In that moment, she does mean it. Her inner Omega has felt it since they met, but she stuffed those thoughts and feelings down.

But when she’s spread out on the couch like this, after having spent days with him enjoying his company, she knows it’s true.

She belongs to him, and she’s well and truly fucked.

He sucks on her clit and finally releases his hold on her hips so she can thrust against him, drowning him in her slick.

Her release builds and hits her harder than she thought possible, and she sees stars as he brings her over the edge. He growls into her cunt; the vibrations sending a delicious chill up her spine.

“I’m yours,” she whispers again. He responds by pressing another finger into her until she’s so stuffed she doesn’t know if she can take anything else.

But she keeps coming, orgasm after orgasm coursing through her body, until she’s nothing but a panting, babbling mess.

She must doze off at some point, because the next thing she registers is Cole stroking her hair as she’s in her nest, the blankets piled around her.

“Hey,” she croaks, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “What happened?”

“You passed out from coming too much,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m flattered.”

There’s another comforter in her bed, one that smells like citrus and pepper. It’s dark and thick, the material cocooning her in safety.

“This is yours,” she mumbles, toying with the fabric.

“It is. I hope you don’t mind.”

She hums and smiles, her mind hazy. “Of course not.”

He rewards her with a grin of his own and kisses her softly. He tastes likeher,her sugary essence mixing with his natural scent, and she’s shocked at how much she enjoys the taste.

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” she asks timidly.

“No, I’m still furious,” he mutters. “But if you pass out from enough orgasms, then I don’t have to worry about you leaving my sight.”

She flushes and tries to hide a smile.

Alpha cares for us!

Her inner Omega is tired of being silent. She’s finally getting the attention she deserves, and she’s done arguing with Cole about it.

She’s allowed to enjoy this.

What was the point of denying it in the first place?

He’s our mate,her inner voice supplies.

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