Page 100 of Ruled By The Alpha

I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his body, wanting him closer and deeper. Wanting him to give me all of himself.

Like the sparks from two stones, we are creating fire together, my body lighting up, engulfed in a raging heat.

I tell him how good this feels, how good he feels, how much I want him. I tell him that he makes me feel safe, that my chest hurts when he goes away. I tell him that I was frightened by all of this, but not anymore. Not anymore.

I tell him to have me, to make me his.

I tell him to claim me.

He stalls.

My heart hammers, and his panting breath echoes in the cave.

He burrows his face into my damp hair and rests his teeth on the back of my neck.

He presses them against my pulse, the sharp enamel pinching my skin.

I bite my lip and screw up my eyes.

His cock jerks inside me, making me gasp.

And then he's pulling away.

"I cannot," he whimpers.

My eyelids spring open. My stomach drops. "Wh-Why not?"

He kisses my cheek, swiping wet strands from my face. "It will tip you into heat and me into rut, and we will never find our people."

I am silent. Frustrated and disappointed. But then this haze of lust lifts, and I know he is right.

I am too rash. Hensta has always had a clearer head. We will balance each other.

"When we find them," I say as I peer into his eyes, "we will go to my father. I will tell him that I choose you, and then you will claim me."

"Yes," he says, my words seeming to reignite his passion, and he resumes his long, deep grinds inside me.

That pressure builds again, a wind of pleasure gaining in force and sweeping through me, blowing away all thought, all doubts. I shudder in his arms, and with a groan he pulls from me, his warm seed spilling all over my stomach in ribbons.

I stare up at him, watching as he kneels there between my thighs, gripping the base of his hardness with both hands. The skin there expands, creating the knot that would have locked us together, had he remained inside.

His eyes remain closed, and now there is only pleasure painted on his face. My chest swells, knowing it is I who gave him such ecstasy.

When his eyes eventually open, we gaze into each other's eyes, laughing.

"I am a truly happy man now," he mumbles, then rubs his seed into my skin. "I want you to smell like me, Nafia."

"Then come here and hold me some more. I don't like you to be far away."

A purr thrums in his chest as he snuggles down beside me, allowing me to rest my cheek above his heart and wrapping his arms around me.

I want to talk some more. I want to talk with this man until daylight. But my eyes are heavy, and I fall immediately into sleep.

Chapter 8

Words penetrate my dream, and for a moment I think it is the deep voice of my father. Then I blink awake, Hensta’s warm body beside me, the flickering flames above my head.

The voice is unfamiliar and there is another too. I sniff the air, but all I can smell is the fire and Hensta’s scent. His body stiffens, alert, and we both gaze out into the night.

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