Page 41 of Ruled By The Alpha

Realization dawned.Thatwas what he was missing. That was what was required to make his claim complete. This final part of him joined with her, just as the rest of him—blood, saliva, and soul—now was.

He had never even considered the possibility with anything he’d hunted and caught before.

But she was different. What was between them was different. And his instincts were blaring once more, shouting that he needed to be deep inside her. Rutting her. Knotting her. Breeding her.

She had said she was more than just prey and she was right. She was his future. His hope and his legacy too.

Together, they would make Alphas with his power and prowess, but who would be free from the worst of his rages and able to do so much more than simply destroy, and they would make tiny omegas as perfect and delicate as her, with the strength to soar.

With her by his side, he would do more than just destroy.

Which was why next time he caught her, he would do more than strap her down with puny vines. He would forge a leash so strong she would never be able to escape him again.

Then, he would rut her and breed her as she rode his rod and he would ensure that happiness expression remained on her face while the same sensation pounded inside his chest—just for her. Always, only for her.

But first, he needed to bring his little prize to ground.

Chapter 6

Anara tried not to panic. The beserketh watched her like a hungry predator. Gaze locked on her, never wavering. Even floating three tree lengths above him, it was unnerving.

And yet… he’d done exactly as he’d said he would, putting space between them so she could concentrate on settling her new-found skills—and he hadn’t even tried to grab her on his way down.

“You seem less murderous than expected.” She couldn’t help herself. Like him, she was compelled to learn everything she could about him.

He cocked his head. Considered. “Only for you.” His scowl deepened. “It happened when you touched me. The haze cleared. The urge to kill still rages through my mind and my blood like a fever, but now it is to kill anyone who tries to harm you.”

His responses were such a strange mix of terrifying and alarmingly honest and sweet. It made her want to be direct too. “I have others that are important to me.”

He snarled, anger thundering across his expression. “Others who make your heart beat faster and who like devouring you too? Who make those soft sounds come from your mouth and your cunt flutter and grow wet and pink? If so, I will kill them.”

Heat bloomed across her cheeks. “No. Not like that. That”—she gave him another truth—“has only ever happened with you.”

Satisfaction rushed through the bond between them, a warm stroke of heat that wound from him to her like a possessive caress.

He considered again. “If they do not try and take you from me or give you what only I can give, I will spare them.”

How magnanimous.

So much for conversation.

She watched him warily. He stared back at her for the longest time.

She could easily see the frustration and hunger in his gaze. A match to her own. The need for his touch so strong it was near agony. The pull toward him something she could never have imagined. As natural as breathing or eating. Stronger almost than the need to survive.

Which was madness since the functioning part of her brain still screamed that this was a beserketh. A monster who could tear her apart. The same kind of predator who had destroyed her home and killed so many of her kind. A hunter who only wanted to keep her captive and under his thumb and who knew no other way.

And yet the need growing inside her had nothing to do with hate. She was desperate for him to touch her. Frantic to feel his hands on her, his skin against her own, his scent in her lungs, his fangs and tongue deep inside her once more.

She ached to hear that rumbled growl against her as her chest and have her throat vibrate with an answering song as arousal coated her thighs, her body responding to him as it had no other.

Even the unfamiliar, shocking power inside her, an electric current she had never felt before, stretched toward him, as if it understood that he was the source of nourishment and sustenance she needed, the spark required to allow her to soar ever higher.

But how could that be? Didn’t his kind bring only death and pain?

“You need to let me go.” Clinging to the small bit of rationality still left inside her, she tried again. “Push those boulders aside and let me leave.”

“Never.”

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