Page 164 of Ruled By The Alpha

For so long, she’d lived her life utterly swamped with uncertainty—did she have enough food put by for winter? Were the animals safe and warm? Did the cabin need repairs?—that she only recognized its oppressive weight after it had evaporated from her shoulders. As she took this one decisive action, this no-going-back step, and locked herself into a future tied to this enigma of a man, she ought to have been more unsure than about anything else. Yet doubt was nowhere to be found.

“Rosemary,” Samson said, tilting her chin up for a metallic kiss. “My Rosie, my own sweet Omega.”

She nodded, closing her eyes as he licked the blood from the corners of her lips. “Yes, Alpha.”

Chapter 10

Samson

Samson kissed her face clean, savoring the coppery tang of blood as his entire world reordered. Not a single twinge of doubt sullied his mind—whether he ever met the tribe no longer mattered; Rosemary had been his destination this entire time.

Tipping his head back, he surveyed her face, humbled by the mix of unrestrained desire and adoration he saw there. His chest swelled with pride and resolution, knowing he’d endeavor every minute of the rest of his life to sustain that singular expression, starting right now.

Lightly, he trailed the tips of his fingers down her breastbone, her heartbeat buzzing like a drum against them. He moved to her breasts, plumping and massaging one, then the other. Perfectly round, dusky brown nipples firmed instantly under his touch as if cheering him on, and his groin tightened, entranced and undone by the reminder that her generous mounds were his to explore.

He laid a kiss on one, then the other, making a silent promise to return to them soon before continuing to run his hand down her body. His broad palms covered her ribs and the sweet swell of her belly, then tangled in the dark curls of her sex. With a sigh, Rosemary arched into his touch. A sound tore from her lips, a whimpering plea that rang like music in his ears.

“Shhh,” he purred, ghosting a touch over her lower lips. “My sweet girl, I’ll take care of you…”

Her body squirmed, hips thrusting up to seek more of his teasing touch. The sight of her, wanton and unrestrained, and so fuckingneedy, set him alight from his head to his toes. He’d wanted to tease her more, to draw this out and drive them both insane with excruciating longing, but even as he fought back a cresting surge of his own arousal, he couldn’t wait.

His fingers easily slid through her fragrant slick to home in on the sensitive bundle at the top of her sex. Circling gently, Samson watched her face, studying the shifts of expression as he found the rhythm and pace she liked. Cradling her head with one arm, he drew her close so he could feel every quiver and shudder against his own bare skin. The Omega’s arousal fed his own, his cock aching so badly he shamelessly ground it against her naked hip for any scant relief he could chase.

“Samson,” she whined, cheeks tight with strain. “So close… don’t stop.”

As if he could. The beginning spasms fluttered against the pads of his fingertips, and wild dogs couldn’t drag his hand from her pussy. Slick poured out. Hot and wet, it coated his hand, ready to ease his hard dick inside her tight passage.

But he couldn’t think about that just yet.

Fingers clinging to his arm, Rosemary’s nails dug in, probably drawing his blood a second time as her hips rolled toward her peak. “Oh,god… yes,” she said, breathy and hoarse and so fucking sexy.

When the full burst of her climax erupted, Samson bent his head and sank his teeth into her neck, planting his own mark as she rocked against him in twined pleasure and pain. Her flesh gave way under his jaws, small pops heralding each tooth as it broke through. Under any other circumstance, the act would be repellent—disgusting, even—but Samson had no ounce of hesitation in this. Rosemary’s hand flew to the back of his head,holding him in place as her body rode the quakes of release, accepting and welcoming of his mark.

Rearing back, he met her glossy eyes. Her hair mussed and cheeks flushed, wearing his mark like a prize, she’d grown even more exquisite. As he gazed down at her, a golden wave unfurled inside of him. It crested and broke in his chest, spilling out toward Rosemary, seeking its origin to renew itself and return to him again. This swell, this tide, flowed between them, a connection forged with such purity and devotion his chest constricted in astonished disbelief.

After what he’d seen with his parents, he’d doubted the near-mythical Alpha-Omega bond. His father, the Alpha of Alphas, had insisted he and his mother had such a connection. But when he’d died, his mother seemed no more than the typical amount of aggrieved. If her soul had lost a crucial piece of itself, Samson could never tell.

Butthis… this was different.

“Samson,” she whispered, her elegant fingers covering her breastbone. “I can feel youhere.”

“Yes.” His slick-moistened hand curled around hers, and he dipped his head to kiss her knuckle. “That’s the bond, the Alpha-Omega bond.” His index finger tapped her sternum lightly. “We’re connected now. Me and you.”

“It’s…” Her eyes swam with feeling. “…incredible.”

“Yeah.” He leaned in for a kiss, savoring her flavor on his lips and the answering glow of contentment washing through the bond. Disentangling their hands, he sought her heat again, carefully sliding a single finger inside her channel. “But not as incredible as you coming all over my hand like that.” Her cheeks pinked and he kissed them both, warring with himself over the need to go slow and the competing need to get inside her as soon as possible. “Do you think you can take a little more?”

Eyes wide and hungry, she nodded, shivering deliciously as he added another finger to the gentle thrust in and out.

“You’re so fucking hot inside,” he said, flexing his hips into the soft swell of her thigh to ease some of his own tension. “Does that feel okay?”

“Yes.” She canted her pelvis to grind her clit into the heel of his palm.

Samson swore, his body so hard and taut he’d probably have deflected a bullet. Carefully he worked a third finger inside, spreading them slightly to test and stretch Rosemary’s entrance. A quick wince passed over her face, and Samson paused.

“Too much?” he asked. “Should I stop?”

“No.” Her eyes flew open and her hand circled his wrist, pinning him in place. “Don’t stop. I want you.” Her eyes shifted to where his cock waited like an impatient soldier ready for battle. “All of you.”

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