Page 28 of Ruled By The Alpha

His hunger grew, his claws elongating as he slashed through the mesh of vines. He could only hope this one might display a bit of fight before he ripped it apart and bathed in its blood, exacting the ultimate submission from his prize: death.

Mouth wide, he leaned over his prey—and froze.

That scent. The mud had disguised it, but now…

It whipped through his lungs with the force of a storm wind, punching a hole through the cloud of rage and leaving a disorienting new awareness in its wake.

The scent… it was better than blood. Sweeter than the stink of fear and violence. It was… unlike anything he’d ever smelled before.

He inhaled deeper. He wanted to bathe in it, roll in it, sear it into his flesh and taste it on his fangs and tongue every moment of every rotation.

He leaned closer—and grunted as a tiny heel slammed into his jaw.

It landed like the faintest of taps, but the small, delicious-smelling creature howled—and skittered back, taking away the mouthwatering scent.

Unacceptable.

Grunting, he struck out, grabbing its ankle.

And groaned aloud as he made contact with warm, soft skin.

Everything altered.

Sight, sound, scent, and hearing expanded, as if the universe exploded inside his mind, blowing apart every neural pathway with a life-altering punch.

He dropped to his knees, crashing under the weight of sensory overload.

Holding tight to his prize, a new kind of ferocious hunger slammed through him. Rabid. Primal. Essential.

His fangs lengthened, his cock—a useless non-fighting instrument he’d given little thought to before—going hard as a tree trunk while a strange knot throbbed at the base of his shaft and his wrists burned.

The red haze that had colored his sight his entire life receded. Bright, overwhelming color seared his retinas.

He reeled from side to side, blinking several time as his new, super-charged senses took in the arresting silver and pink creature in his grasp.

A mouth-watering arrangement of squishy curves and smooth parts.

He’d never before registered his prey as anything but game to be hunted.

But now, while the need to sink inside the creature’s soft flesh was even more powerful than before, the hunger was wholly different. For the first time in his existence, he longed for something besides rage and violence. Required a different kind of submission than his quarry’s blood running through his fingers and the taste of her pain sliding down his throat.

Now, he thirsted for something else. Another liquid. Sweeter, saltier, slicker.

He craved her.

Beneath him. Against him. Intertwined with him.

His fangs and tongue and cock buried deep within her. Her essence smeared on his jaw and chin and shaft.

And what he wanted, he took.

Chapter 2

Anara struggled to catch her breath, the throbbing in her ankle nothing compared to the fever clouding her brain—and the inexplicable ache coiling between her thighs.

A longing that grew with every heartbeat the beast kept his palm wrapped around her ankle.

She didn’t understand.

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