Page 103 of Ruled By The Alpha

“Nafia,” he croons as the grasses tickle our thighs. “Sweet Nafia.”

I drop to my knees. He does the same. We untie each other's hides. The gash across his shoulder is healing, but still sore, his knuckles are skinned, and his ribs are bruised. I kiss each wound tenderly, admiring him all the more for every injury he has taken to protect me, to keep me safe. His eyes drift shut as I touch him, and his shoulders rise and fall as he takes in my scent.

The juices flow between my thighs and I am ready for him, ready to take all of him, his knot and his bite. He must know this from my scent, yet he makes no move to take me. Instead he cups my face in his hands and kisses my mouth.

Hunting has lost its appeal. I know that all I will ever want to do is kiss him and love him like this.

Together we roll down onto our sides, our mouths never leaving each other’s, our hands stroking and roaming. His skilled fingers find that point at the apex of my folds, and he circles it with precision. In return, I take his hardness in my hand, tracing over the impossibly soft skin, gripping his length and feeling how hard he is beneath, understanding from the way he curves that he was designed to fit inside me perfectly. We were made for each other.

He groans and takes my hand in his, encouraging me to stroke up and down his shaft. When I find a rhythm, he groans again, his cock jerking in my palm.

To give him pleasure like this only heightens mine, and that sensation of bliss, of being lifted high into the heavens, overtakes me. I cry out, and he captures the noise in his mouth, moaning as if he can taste it.

I buck in his arms, my hand loosening from his cock and my cunt clenching and convulsing, aching for more.

When finally I float back to the earth, Hensta leans up onto his elbow.

“On your hands and knees, Omega,” he tells me, his eyes black like night.

Nodding my consent, I scramble up, the earth hard against my kneecaps.

He is behind me now, admiring me opened up for him. He drags a finger through my wet folds, lingering at my entrance.

“You are so beautiful here,” he murmurs. “There is nowhere else I long to be.”

My heart pounds and my body aches for him. I am ready, and I want this more than I have ever wanted anything before.

He rests his strong hands on my hips, and I ready myself. But it is his soft lips that meet my most private parts, not his hard cock.

“I am sorry, Nafia,” he moans. “I cannot resist. You taste too good. So sweet. It is all I have been able to think of these past few hours—burying my head between your thighs and then my cock.”

I smile at the words that come gushing from him. “Then eat until you are full, Alpha,” I tell him, squealing when he plunges his tongue deep inside my cunt.

His teeth brush against my nub and my other hole, and I squirm with pleasure. My juices flow freely now, and he drags his tongue from me and laps them up, sweeping his tongue between my folds.

“Hensta,” I moan, that ache in my cunt growing desperate.

“Let me make you come again.”

And how can I refuse him? Not when his wet tongue flickers across my sensitive nub so quickly I forget how to breathe. The feeling is like the lightning in the sky, streaking across my body and igniting every part of me.

I begin to beg and plead. I want him to release that pleasure from me. I want him to have me. I want him to knot and claim me. I say all this, but soon my words are lost in mumbled nonsense, and all I can do is moan.

His tongue flicks harder against me, and just as I think I am about to be blown away, he shuffles forward on his knees, the head of his cock nudging my entrance and he thrusts inside.

“Alpha!” I cry out as he brushes against that spot and pleasure spirals through my blood. The angle this time is steeper than it was before. He reaches deeper inside me, stretches me wider, consumes more of me.

He drags his cock from me and then slams back in, pulling me toward him as he does. His balls slap against my sensitive nub and in only a few more thrusts, I am coming again, my body liquid and limp in his hands. It only seems to make him wilder. The man is strong and fit, an alpha in his prime, and though hegrunts and groans every time he seats himself deep within me, his pace never falters.

Until it does.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, his cock jerks inside me, and with a deep growl, I feel his hot seed spill.

He pulls me up, cradling my body against his, wrapping his arms around me, both of us kneeling, hidden in the long grass, his cock still buried inside me.

“Nafia,” he says, and I feel the stretch at my entrance as his knot expands and the scratch of his teeth at the back of my neck. “Let me claim you?”

“Yes, claim me, Hensta. Make me yours.”

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