Page 116 of Ruled By The Alpha

His lips consume my own, revealing passion so strong I have no hope of curbing the current. Swept away by the clashing of teeth and tongue, I cling to his wide shoulders and writhe under him, desperate for something I can’t name. My body bucks and contorts, magma and ice warring within my abdomen.

He lifts away from my mouth, but pins me to the bed with a gigantic palm on my sternum. His lips and tongue create a path down my throat and chest, stopping to torment my already swollen and sensitive nipples.

A gush of fluid wets my thighs with the next cramp. I shudder and push and pull his shoulders, lost to my own hormones.

He doesn’t relent, continuing his slow descent until his mouth covers the whole of my sex. With sweeps of his flattened tongue, he laps at my folds, hitting the bundle of nerves above my opening with each lick. I bury my fingers in his hair, beguiled by its softness, but can’t tell if I mean to pull him closer or push him away.

I erupt. Pleasure turns my vision white as slick pours from me, drenching his chin and chest despite his fervent lapping.

Every muscle in my body goes limp. He doesn’t stop.

Again and again, he forces my body through another explosive release until time loses meaning. The past falls away and the future has no purpose.

Hoss slides a finger into me, uncomfortably big, yet perfectly ruthless. More pleasure consumes me as fresh slick squelches between us. He forces me through another orgasm.

Boneless after countless bouts of ecstasy in which he added a second finger and stretched me farther, I heave as he surges above me and fits his smooth, blunt head against my opening. Even sopping and depleted of energy, I flinch and moan as he presses past my tight entrance.

“Take me, little omega. Take all of me.”

His guttural words spear through my nerve endings, as strong as a physical touch.

He snaps his hips forward, burying his massive shaft deep within my body. I scream and scratch whatever flesh I can reach, my swollen organs in agony from his sudden invasion. After a few terrifying moments, I realize the only movement within our nest is my own, my fighting the only reason his thick tool tortures my insides. I dig my nails into his massive biceps and lie as still as possible, blinking my tears away so I can meet his blown pupils.

Despite strain and pleasure tightening his features, he offers me an expression so intense andsofthe steals the breath from my lungs.

“Mine.”

He ducks down and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. Excruciating pain streaks up my neck and down my arm, his bite savage. It hurts so badly I can’t breathe, can’t scream. He lifts his hips only to thrust his cock deeper into my core.

Horrible pleasure roars to life as he sets up a steady rhythm of retreat and return, his teeth never leaving my shoulder. His low rumble strengthens as my body softens around him, seeking the only thing that’ll ease my estrous.

My legs wrap around his waist, magma thickening in my veins and demanding he give me what I need. His growl drops to a purr so low my bones shake.

My heart cleaves in two, one half deserting my chest to settle behind Hoss’ gigantic breastbone. It thumps and squeezes into the space, annoyed to find little room since the bond between us is not complete.

A whine leaks from my throat as my spine arches, the cacophony of sensations blasting through my body too jumbled to fight anymore.

He quickens his pace, his thrusts turning brutal and sharp, and when he extracts his teeth from my shoulder, part of me mourns the loss. When he mashes my hips to the bed and hovers above me, his tip stretching my labia in a much too shallow invasion, I jerk my fingernails down his chest. Thin red lines appear.

An animalistic snarl rips from my hoarse throat. White teeth and lips stained crimson from my blood flash as he smirks.

“My feisty Char. More.”

He barrels into me with savage thrusts, his rhythm a glorious punishment, yet no matter how hard I claw at him, he refuses tolower his shoulders so I can complete our bond. Furious, frantic, out of my mind with need and pain, I lunge and twist, sinking my teeth into his forearm.

His coppery essence fills my mouth. My head spins. The tie between us snaps into place, half of his heart settling into the void where mine used to rest, filling my chest with his ruthless strength.

His roar vibrates through my soul. He crams his thick length impossibly deeper into my body, forcing his partially inflated base past my opening and seating himself as far as possible. Our groins grind together as his knot rearranges my insides, the sickening, wonderful pressure of him too much to bear.

I burst. My organs seize. Time stands still as I orgasm around him, his knot compressing my G-spot and prolonging my contractions until my lungs plead for oxygen. His seed weighs down my womb as he fills me, my mind overwhelmed and reeling.

More blood fills my mouth as I involuntarily bite harder. Hoss’ thick fingers weave into my hair and yank my head away from his forearm, and my ragged breathing causes my breasts to rub against his chest as he presses me into the mattress. My orgasm ebbs, but the boiling in my blood doesn’t relent.

“Mine,” he rumbles again, licking my temple and groaning as the shifting pulls another wave of seed from him.

Unable to respond, I jerk and fall headlong into another terrifying release, my entire body cramping from the force of it.

My soul agrees, the bond between us throbbing with satisfaction as he conquers every inch of me. The moment my orgasm eases, I fall lax, completely worn out.

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