Page 129 of Ruled By The Alpha

“You just took a shower. Why are you in the bath?” I question, curious.

“It’s supposed to be fucking relaxing,” she snaps back, not bothering to cover her breasts. Her nipples peak when I glance down, hard and red and aching for my mouth. There are bubbles in the tub, but far too few to hide her curvaceous figure from me. Stepping to the tub, I drop to my knees and lean over, letting my eyes eat her up. She’s gorgeous, all soft curves and chestnut curls.

“Mine,” I growl as my eyes find hers again.

“Oh, is that right?” she questions, throwing one leg up onto the side of the tub. “Want to throw me a twenty and watch me jack off again? It’ll be forty if you want to hear your name, though.”

“You’re mad. Why?”

“Because it’s all a business transaction to you, Alistair, and I don’t want that. I thought… We’ve always had a good partnership. But you offering to pay me for a sexual relationship is debasing.”

“Then I won’t pay you.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s not the point. You don’t value any further emotional connection. It’s a means to an end, a way to deal with your rut issue.”

“And?”

“And I don’t want to be a tool you use whenever it suits you.”

“But I want to use you,” I snarl as she attempts to bring her leg back down into the tub. I place my hand on the inside of her knee, gripping it tightly. “Leave it,” I command. Sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh, I emit the noise that surprised us both just yesterday. I purr like a fucking cat. I purr my heart out as I slide my fingers through the soft curls between her thighs, playing gently with her pussy as she arches her back in the tub, hissing out a hoarse breath.

“If you use me for sex and treat me like nothing but your assistant the next day, I’m going to be fucking livid,” she snaps.

“You want more?”

“Of course I want more, you big jerk,” she barks back.

“This is more,” I remind her, playing with her pussy as she opens wider for me. “It’s not about the rut. It’s about me feeling you in my chest. It’s about you meaning something to me. I don’t know how to deal with it, but I’m here for it, Evangeline. I’mrighthere.”

Her fierce anger morphs into something closer to lust, which causes my dick to leap in my jeans. I lean into the tub, wrapping both arms around her. She squeals. When I stand, I throw her over my shoulder, sopping wet as she beats my back with tiny fists.

“Alistair, put me down. I’m not done talking to you.”

I lay a hard course of slaps on her ass, reveling in the way it jiggles under my palm as she yowls, furious. Opening the door to her room, I marvel at how neat it is, just like everything she does–precisely in order, organized and on time.

“You’re the perfect woman,” I murmur as I toss her into the bed and rip my shirt off.

Long hair swings over her shoulder, clinging to full breasts I can’t wait to get my teeth on. Ripping my jeans open, I yank them down and kick them aside, watching as her gaze lands on my thick cock, swaying right at eye level. Heat skates down my spine, possessive need tightening my sac as a pretty pink tongue swipes across her lips.

“Lick your lips again,” I command as she looks up at me, all fire and heat.

“We’re not done discussing this,” she grunts as I laugh and crawl onto the bed. It creaks under my weight, but she falls back into the pillows immediately, her thighs parting for me to land between.

“You can’t resist me, and you don’t even want to,” I declare bluntly. “Why try?”

Her lips part at my dark words.

“I want all the versions of you,” I assert. “Tell me the right way to do this. I need you to be up front with me, Evangeline.”

I lean in and nip my way gently up her pussy lips, tickling her with the tip of my tongue and the fingers of my left hand. “We’ve already established that I won’t pay you, so tell me what you do want,” I demand as she squeals again. “I’m listening.”

Reaching up, I grip her throat and squeeze hard, flipping her to ride atop me. “This is for you,” I offer as I pull her face in close to mine, nipping at her full lower lip. “Take me how you want me… this time.”

“What if I want to be in charge,” she snarks in a measured tone, even as her thighs part and she slips my cock between them, soaking me with her sweet cream. Desperate intensity builds in my chest as I watch her. If I don’t get my dick inside her, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. My vision blurs as my fangs elongate, tongue swiping at my lower lip. She watches it with hooded eyes, rolling her hips, dragging my cock through her slick folds.

Evangeline reaches down, gripping me in one small hand, and slides herself down my body as I snarl. “More, Evangeline, now,” I snap.

“You said how I want it,” she purrs back. “And this is what I want.”

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