Page 42 of Ruled By The Alpha

“Then I’m not coming down.”

“You can’t stay up there forever.”

“We will see.”

He sighed. “What else?”

Confusion swept through her. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bunching in a mouthwatering display she refused to acknowledge. “Offer another alternative.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Pushing back the boulders is unacceptable. Letting you go is not happening. Tell me what else it will take to bring you down.”

Shock swept through her. He was bargaining with her? She had never heard of a beserketh willing to negotiate. Flat out killing was more their style.

“I–I’m not sure. I don’t think there is anything.”

“There is. Think harder.”

His arrogance was astounding. His bossiness not unexpected. Was it strange that she also found it a little bit charming?

She eyed him closely. “You are covered in gore.”

He sniffed his armpits. “You do not like my scent?”

She did. Far too much. Even the memory of it was enough to have her hips shifting. The need inside her sparking once more, her toes curling.

He somehow knew it, a smirk stretching his surprisingly lush lips upward. “You do. You like my scent.”

She said nothing.

He noted once more. “That is good. I like yours too. It is sweeter and more delicious than stara berries. Once you come back to me, I will spend all my rotations with it soaking my skin, your essence drenching my jaw, tongue, and cock. You will be very, very happy.”

She stifled a moan. Goddess, that sounded good.

Still, she stood firm. Or floated firm, to be more accurate. “I do not like blood and gore.”

He studied her for another moment, no expression on his face. No anger. Nor insult. Just a keen watchful gaze, as if he was weighing all options. Then, without warning, he was across the room, moving with his usual, shocking beserketh speed.

Without hesitation, he stepped under the waterfall. And she was treated to the glorious sight of liquid splashing over his body, making each chiseled slab of muscle glisten, each mouthwatering vein on his forearm contract, as he scrubbed his head, arms, chest, thighs, and then his cock. Already hard—and huge—that mesmerizing part of him grew even longer and thicker as he fisted it and tugged.

This time there was no stifling her moan.

He didn’t open his eyes, but his smile grew.

She knew that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her.

All too soon, he finished his bathing and stepped out of the waterfall, shaking his head like a wild animal. Which in many ways he was. But now at least he was a clean beast. Entirely lickable.

The thought so excited her that she lost her concentration and dropped an arm’s length.

“Careful,” he growled.

She caught herself and floated back up.

He grunted, but looked less pleased with himself. Almost as if he was concerned for her.

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