Page 132 of Ruled By The Alpha

“Why?” I don’t even mean to ask it, but it slips out as pale green eyes find mine.

“Don’t want anything in my way,” he says, stalking across the room to grab the water from me. He puts it in the corner with the blankets and tosses me over his shoulder. When he throws me into the bed roughly and steps back, my heart races. Alistair paces at the end of the bed, looking at me, sporting a raging erection.

“Take it off,” he commands, gesturing at my bra and panties.

I follow directions well, it turns out, stripping out of my underthings and throwing them aside. Alistair reaches for them and brings them to his face, where he sucks in great, gasping breaths. He brings the lace to his mouth and sucks at their crotch, swirling them around his tongue as I watch in complete fascination. He’s… not himself. Whatever this rut entails exactly, he seems lost to pleasure. Even in our newly forming bond, he’s utterly focused on what he’s doing.

Alistair pulls the panties out of his mouth and stalks across the room, dropping them into the pile. When he turns toward me, silky wetness erupts from between my thighs, making a huge wet spot on the bed. I flush with heat as he growls and paces to the edge of the mattress, falling to both knees.

“Open.”

I do so, stepping my legs to the side as more wetness pools beneath me. Just like that first night, he leans in and drags his nose through my folds, breathing in as my body reacts, covering him with slick. I’d be embarrassed by the sheer amount of fluid I’m leaking, if he wasn’t so turned on by it.

Alistair reaches out and strokes up both sides of my clit with his thumbs. I fall back onto the bed, arching my back as heat rushes through my system, my orgasm building already under his touch.

Another rush of liquid as he snarls. “That’s it. More. Give me more.” I can only mewl and pant as he leans in and sucks my clit into his mouth, teasing with a light stroke. More liquid, which he catches in his hands and brings to his chest, rubbing it all over his pecs, all over his neck. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks every one, groaning before reaching between my thighs, catching more slick and rubbing it down his abs, all the way to his cock, which gets the same treatment.

I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I’ve never seen anything as hot as this.

“More, Evangeline,” he snaps, leaning in to attend to my clit again. But it’s too much, this is all too hot, and release hits me like a fucking mack truck, rushing through my system as I buck my hips up to meet his mouth. The moment I do, he unleashes, sucking my clit rhythmically through release as two fingers stroke inside my pussy, dragging the pleasure out as I scream over and over into the room.

Between us, connection burns a hot hole in my chest as the strength of Alistair’s emotion and need barrels down it. He is all fucking mine.

Chapter 10

Alistair

There’s nothing left in my world but Evangeline. My focus has shifted to my omega’s scent, her slick, that burning thread in my chest binding me to her.

She basks in pleasure, her ample chest heaving, long lashes fluttering, eyes opening as she props herself up on her elbows. “I hope you’re not done with me,” she demands, leaning forward and sliding off the bed into my arms. “I need more.”

I need more too. I want everything.

“Not a chance,” I purr. “I’m going to fuck you and knot you, omega. And then claim you permanently.” My brain is a hornet’s nest of desire, pushing and pushing me to tie Evangeline to me. I may not have come into this room with a lot of detail about what a rut involves, but I know I’m coming out of it with this woman being irrevocably mine.

I stand with Evangeline in my arms, falling to the bed as I capture her mouth frantically. The buzzing in my mind intensifies, my vision narrowing until all I can think about is her. Luscious hips press against mine as she nips at my tongue.

There will be time later to explore every inch of her with my mouth. Right now? Right now, we’re going to fuck. Over and over and over.

With a quick thrust, I slide inside her as she arches. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I attack her breasts with my teeth. She mewls and begs for more. The sweet heat of her pussyenvelops me, clenching around me as sparks fly down the back of my arms and legs. I could come already. She feels so damn good.

I pick up a brutal pace until she explodes all over me with a flurry of expletives. Watching her unhinge pushes me to the edge and over, an abyss of pleasure swallowing me up as I pump her full of me.

The bond between us tightens as her pleasure snakes along it. She’s desperate for more. It’s my job and privilege to give her everything.

So I fuck her again, and again, and again. I fuck her until I think my dick will fall off, and only then do we slow down to drink water. We’re lost in the overwhelming tension of my rut, intensely focused on getting off as many times as we can.

“Stop teasing me,” she snarls after an intense round where we broke the headboard.

“I don’t tease,” I tease when she gets in my face and bites my lower lip, hard.

Grabbing both of her hands, I place them behind her back and bite my way up her shoulder and neck. “What am I teasing you about?” My voice is a seductive purr, throaty and full of gravel from screaming in pleasure for what must be days.

“More,” she demands. “I feel our connection. I feel your desire. But something is missing.”

I’m in my right mind enough to read her worry through our connection. Despite what we’ve shared in the last few days, I haven’t knotted and claimed her.

Kissing my way back down her neck, I tuck her hair over her shoulder with one hand. “I wanted to be more conscious when I took you. I didn’t want it to be a heat-of-the-moment decision. I want you to know that I mean it.”

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