Page 119 of Ruled By The Alpha

I lift her and moan in appreciation as she spreads her legs and hooks her calves around my waist, our size difference preventing her from wrapping them all the way around me. She shakes in both fear and yearning, her emotions pulsing through our bond.

I love our connection, even if the strength of her emotions causes me to feel things I don’t understand.

Her tight little body rubs against my naked chest as I stride across the room. The white walls—nowhere near smooth, but less rough than the concrete floor—provide the perfect surface to mash her against. She gasps and wriggles as the cold paint scratches her bare flesh, my omega loving the helpless sensation I offer her as I pin her between my hard body and unforgiving metal.

She whimpers as I grind my hips into hers and let my hands roam over every exposed inch of her. Her thin arms and narrow waist accentuate her feminine curves, but I can’t wait to see her grow plump from my care and our child.

A shoe scuffs against the floor, reminding me of the two guards standing in the other room. Instincts roar, demanding I tear limbs from torsos and bury my fists into any idiot who dares look at my omega, but this situation is my own doing.

I want there to be zero doubt as to who she belongs to. She will obey. They will hear the tiny female scream my name in her moment of deepest passion.

Her sharp nails scratch along the mark on my forearm, wrecking any semblance of control I possess.

I attack her mouth, dominating her with each sweep of my tongue, each nip of my teeth, every intrusion and retreat. Her nipples harden and swell under my rough hands as I pluck and squeeze and take. Two fingers delve between her legs, stroking her clit with short, impatient flicks. She arches her back and squeals, her teeth clamping down on my tongue.

Wanting her to bite my neck instead, I yank my head back, wrap my left hand around her throat, and bend so her wet lips brush my collarbone. My fingers flex and mash her sensitive bundle of nerves, enjoying the feverish heat rising from her flesh.

She opens her mouth and bites the thick muscle at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Satisfaction pulls a rumble from me, her vicious streak rivaling my own. She grinds her teeth deeper into my flesh as I force my right hand lower, parting her folds and sinking two fingers all the way into her drenched pussy. Her slick squelches between us as I set up a punishing rhythm, angry at the barrier of my pants for preventing me from jamming my cock into her.

I curl my fingers and jab the fleshy part at the front of her channel, pummeling it over and over, enjoying the way she jerks and tries to wriggle away despite refusing to release my shoulder from her bite.

Her entire body tightens and a gush of slick wets my stomach and crotch, her release coating the front of my legs and puddling under our feet. While she recovers, I tighten my hand around her throat and pull my neck away, ending her bite and ruining the fastenings of my trousers in my haste to free my cock. The soaked fabric clings to my skin, so I push the waistline down my thighs, not bothering to completely remove them. Hard and aching, I grip the base of my shaft and fit my tip to her entrance.

Glazed green eyes meet mine, the thin rings of emerald almost bringing me to my knees with their perfection. Her flushed cheeks and bouncing breasts call me closer, begging for everything I can give her.

I push her down as I thrust up, jamming my cock so deep into her my balls slam against her perineum. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, giving my tongue access to her depths. I plunder and invade, moving my tongue in tandem with my shaft, needing to own every part of her as she owns every part of me.

Her tight pussy flutters around me, the aftershocks of her orgasm testing my self-control.

I nip her tongue and lick her teeth, snapping my hips faster, pummeling her against the wall, until the world fades away and nothing exists beyond our joining.

Lightning crackles through me, punching through my balls and inflating my knot faster than ever. It stretches her entrance mid-thrust, yanking a gut-wrenching scream from her. I force her down by her throat and fling my head back and roar, incensed by her sound of pain and the constricting heat of her body.

I tilt my hips and seat my knot behind her pubic bone, a coppery taste filling my mouth as I accidentally bite my own tongue. Needing her sweet taste instead, I sink my teeth into her unmarred shoulder, marking her yet again.

Her soul rises to meet mine, twirling, joyous, and much too profound to label with words.

“Mine.”

With my mind so caught up in her beauty, it takes an embarrassing amount of time for me to realize my ragged breaths prevent me from speaking. The claim came from Char, my fierce, courageous omega.

When I finally catch my breath, I lift my forehead from the wall, uncertain of when I dropped it there, and meet blown pupils surrounded by stunning features.

“Mine,” she declares again, trailing her hands over my chest and arms, possessive delight in her every move.

I chuckle, enjoying her proclamation more than I care to admit. “Yes, yours. All yours. Only yours.”

Her pleased purr draws me closer. We groan as my knot shifts within her, our breaths mingling as I brush my lips across hers.

“And you’re mine,” I rasp, hoarse from pleasure.

The flesh bracketing her eyes scrunches, and a thrill runs down my spine when I realize her lips curve up in a smile.

“Yes, Hoss. I’m yours.”

I crush my lips against hers and give her more than I ever planned to give anyone.

I thought I’d take her. Own her. Hold her heart and soul in my palm.

And I have. She’s mine. But in return, she stole past my defenses and wrecked me for anyone else. She owns me too. Body, heart, mind—every ounce of me belongs to her.

I can’t wait to pamper and torture her for the rest of our lives… even if it means locking her in the bottom of an old oil tanker.

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