Page 98 of Ruled By The Alpha

His eyes shine with a need of his own.

"Tell me what you want," I say.

He slides his hands down to my throat and curls his fingers there, his palms so big they encompass my neck.

"I can't lie, Nafia. I want to put a child in your belly—many, many children in your belly. I want to build a family with you." I love his words. They are rationed and measured so that when they come, they are all the more meaningful. "I want to sit by the fire with you and our children and tell them our stories." His thumb smooths across my collarbone. "But not yet. We have time for these things. I have waited a long time to kiss your pretty lips. I can wait some more."

"But…"

He scrabbles at the hide around my shoulders, yanking it away and leaving my chest bare. My words are lost as he stares at my breasts before shifting to sit above me, taking one in each hand. I let out a needy moan as he massages the tender flesh, his eyes seeming to grow brighter.

"It feels good?"

"Y-Yes," I stutter, my spine arching as he pinches at my nipples. They harden under his touch, and he leans down to kiss each one tenderly, as if they are something precious.

I reach up and touch his face. The coarse hair of his shorn beard lies across his chin and his cheeks, sharp to the touch. It crackles as I run my fingernails across it, and he leans into my touch.

I explore further, finding his long hair at his neck. I've always wanted to comb my fingers through the thick locks, and now I do. It feels like water running over my hands, and when he nips my nipple, I grab a fistful and tug in retaliation.

He rears back and stares down at me, and I yank at his hide until I am rewarded with the sight of his bare chest, the fire at the mouth of the cave casting yellows and oranges to dance over his skin. I trace the lines of his muscles, sinking my finger in between the indentations and lingering over a scar at his ribs and one at his hip. A fine downing of downy hair trails from his navel and disappears below his lower hide, framed by two deep lines that start at his hips and sweep low. My fingers explore these too, and I allow myself to wallow in his beauty.

"Can I see all of you, Nafia?" he asks, and I nod, unhooking the hide at my waist and unwrapping it as he watches. He skims a fingertip down my body, from my mouth to my tummy button, and I shiver at his light touch.

"Can I touch lower?" He waits for my answer, finger hovering over my skin.

"Yes,” I say, the word coming in a puff of breath.

He pauses as if steadying himself. Then his finger continues its path downward, through the tuft of hair at the apex of my legs to the lips of my sex. At first he traces along the place where my lips meet, stroking one way, then the next.

"How does that feel?" he asks me.

The air in the cave grows warm and heavy, Hensta’s scent thick in my mouth.

"It feels good."

"You must tell me to stop if you want me to."

"Don't stop." I catch his wrist and tilt my head up to kiss him again. I keep kissing him hard, and his fingers part my lips and dip between, exploring gently. He circles my entrance eagerly, his fingers slickening with my juices. Then he lets his digits wander upward, brushing over the sensitive nub at the apex of my lips. I jolt, and he freezes.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," I murmur into his mouth. "That is the place, Hensta. Right there."

"Here?" he asks, brushing over it a second time.

"Yes," I moan, and he kisses me harder as his fingers go to work, circling my nub slowly, slowly, slowly, until my legs shake and my skin warms.

"Don't stop," I beg him. My lips still, my head falls back, and my eyes drift shut.

He kisses a trail down my jaw to my neck and whispers against my skin, "I want to kiss you everywhere."

I hum my approval and his mouth dips lower, finding my nipples again, then my abdomen.

"I'm going to kiss you here too," he tells me, but I don’t realize what he means until his head is between my thighs, his mouth on my sex.

I let out a squeal, half of shock, half of pleasure, as his lips caress my nub.

"Hensta!" I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair. The sensation of his mouth feels so pleasurable it's almost too much to bear, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment that he's tasting my most intimate part.

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