Page 190 of Ruled By The Alpha

“How an alpha pulled you down,” Wes finishes for me. “Maddox said he’d send someone for Avery and Leah. They’ll be okay. We’ll get to them in time.”

I don’t know if it’s me he’s trying to convince, or himself. Either way, I know timing is everything, and if Wes and I don’t find a way to get back to the slums soon to collect my sisters, we’ll find them dead. I can’t let that happen.

“Calvin knows where to go, mates.”

Wes and I whip around on a gasp. Maddox stands in the doorway with a severe frown on his face. “He will retrieve your sisters and bring them straight here, where I’ll protect them.”

“Calvin?” I don’t like the thought of a stranger near Avery and Leah, but aside from trying to slip past this alpha, I don’t have any other choice.

“My beta—I summoned him while Wes was showering last night.” Maddox steps inside the room and prowls toward us. He looks intense, and fuck if it’s not making my core twitch in excitement. “He was taking care of another errand of mine, so his arrival was delayed. Now…” He towers over us, blanket long forgotten, cock hard and weeping. “…I don’t like my mates being anxious, and I’m going to remedy that.”

I swallow, liking the sound of that way more than I rightfully should.

Chapter 10

Maddox

I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t like seeing my mates distressed. It causes something inside my chest to ache, and there’s this almost itchy need to remedy it.

The age-old method for calming an omega is to mount them until they can no longer think straight. And while it sounds barbaric, it forces your mate—or in my case, mates—to breathe in their alpha’s presence and scent, providing them with that feeling of safety and comfort they desperately need. I don’t know the science behind it, but I do know it has something to do with reaffirming our bond too, so it kills a few birds with one stone.

I’ll need to start with my new female, since we haven’t solidified the bond between us yet. A determined alpha could still challenge me for her and overwrite my claim, and just thinking about it makes me fucking furious. This way my instincts will stop screaming at me to mate her fully. I don’t think she’ll take to my touch easily, though, based on the dark glare she’s leveling at me. But she can’t fool me; I see the desire she’s trying to hide in her eyes and in her scent. My little female is positively dripping for me, and it’s making me salivate.

Dropping to my knees in the nest, I gently grab her hips and twist her around until her back is to my front. She’s now facing my male straight-on, and I hope she picks up on the subtle hint I just gave her. Gods, if only she would wrap her succulent lips around his cock while I fuck her from behind...

I groan.

The scent of her slick deepens at the guttural sound that tore out of me, and I refuse to release my grip on her hips, even as she starts to squirm.

“Let go,” she hisses.

Leaning in, I press my cock into the bedding still wrapped tightly around her and grind against her ass. “You don’t really want me to, do you, omega mine?”

“I do! Le—”

“Don’t lie to me,” I growl into her ear.

She shivers delightfully, and I can’t help but smirk. Lifting my gaze, I take in my male omega as he pants and tries so hard to hide his hardness from us both. Weston’s cheeks are red and his pupils are blown, but the most telling sign of his arousal is the strong scent of his weeping cock and dripping slick. Even before this physical evidence of his desire for Evelyn, it was clear as day he harbored deeper feelings for her, feelings I have a hunch she reciprocates.

While some alphas might have an issue with their omegas seeking attention from each other, I find it tempting. Just imagining both my beautiful mates finding pleasure together has me ready to come, but unfortunately for them both, my instincts are digging into me, practically demanding I mount my female and seal our bond. Playtime for them will have to wait; the most I’ll allow is her mouth around his cock this morning.

Keeping my eyes on my male, I whisper into Evelyn’s ear so low she’s no doubt straining to hear my every word. “Look how he wants you.” She shudders in my grasp. “Tell him to move the blanket so you can watch him stroke himself. So you can taste him. So you can tell him how you feel.”

My female’s gasp is sweet, and I don’t waste any more time. I carefully untwist the blanket around her until she’s bare before us both. My purr is loud, wordlessly telling this little omega justhow much I approve of her lack of resistance. She’s finally giving into her body’s demands, and I have no qualms about praising her for her bravery.

“Wes…” Her soft rasp ends on a moan when my hands drift down to the apex between her soaked thighs. “I want... I want...” she trails off on a groan.

My male is panting already, and he hasn’t even been touched yet. I fucking love it.

“Omega.”

His head snaps up at my bark, drawing just the slightest bit of awareness back into his emerald eyes.

“Bare yourself for us and come closer.” It’s a soft order, one he could refuse, and one I know he won’t.

Sure enough, Weston’s blanket slips off him and into the nest, easily forgotten as he inches closer on his knees. His cock is positively dripping and his chest his heaving.

I slide my fingers along my female’s slit, seeking her hot entrance, gently prodding, testing her readiness, even though I know it’s not necessary. She’s more than ready for my cock and my knot, and I’m more than ready to give them to her. But first...

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