Page 111 of Ruled By The Alpha

When she opens her mouth to speak, I shove a piece of hard bread into her mouth. This taste she knows, so she eats the crunchy food without issue. As soon as she finishes swallowing, I ferry another bite between her lips. I touch her as I please, stroking her thigh and dipping my finger into her belly button, poking her much-too-small stomach. I trail a finger up hersternum, enjoying her shiver even as I know she does so mostly out of fear.

Her mind and body aren’t in agreement.

Good. I haven’t gotten where I am by being impatient or foolhardy.

I alternate between feeding her common food and the specialty items I’ve bartered for, strengthening ties to neighboring alphas and beta-led communities.

Topside alphas refuse to see anything except the sky and sea, losing themselves in dreams of things that’ll never be again. Down here in the depths of hell, we do what we must to survive. We don’t have the distractions of the turbulent ocean or the lies of the boundless sky to lull us into complacency.

When my omega tries to refuse another bite by turning her head away, I growl and force it past her teeth. The hybrid fruit, stringy and tart, sits on her tongue until I rest my hand on her lower abdomen and tease my fingers across the top of her feminine hair. Understanding my threat, she chews and swallows with obvious effort.

I pour her more water and regulate her drinking. She gulps down the entire cup and looks longingly at the jug. I push her hair away from her face and trap her chin between my fingers.

An almost dazed expression lurks behind her distrustful eyes.

I smirk, enjoying how her emotions war within her.

With firm, quick motions, I spin her so her ass squashes my hard cock and her knees bracket mine. I flatten my palm on her sternum and force her to lean back against my chest, snarling when she tries to unhook her legs and close her knees.

As I look down at her splayed body, a groan interrupts my rumble. I tease my finger up her thigh, tracing patterns on her flesh and watching as goosebumps rise. Her belly swells a littlenow, holding more food than she’s probably ever eaten in one sitting.

She jerks when I brush my hand over her curls, not touching the skin below, but highlighting how she’s completely at my mercy. I rest my hand high on her thigh and run my thumb along the crease where her leg meets her torso. More languid than my aching cock prefers, I slide my hand from her sternum to her breast, encompassing the entire mound within my fingers.

She trembles as I rouse her body, savoring my scent wafting from her, my claim staked, even if not fully fulfilled. I explore her curves with slow caresses, pushing her tighter against my cock to punish it for being so unruly. Her pheromones thicken, becoming richer, but not fully mature, mingling with the scent of my seed as more drips from my tip. I tilt my hips, smearing more wetness on her back.

A sudden surge of need wraps around the base of my spine.

Her whimper steals my control.

Chapter 5

Char

One moment, gentle caresses lure me closer to a restless sleep, one where fire scorches my insides, but doesn’t burn me to ash. The next, cold metal presses against my front and cool air gusts across my back. Fingers weave through my hair and pin the side of my face to the table, filling my vision with the water jug.

With my reflexes sluggish from a full belly, my flail proves useless as he pins my hips to the edge of the table with his own. His knuckles brush against my back, and the scent of his seed fills my nostrils. It takes me another moment to realize he’s stroking his gigantic cock while he looms over my prone form.

I don’t know how to react. Obeying my first instinct—which is to fight and scream—will surely end in pain, and while I hate the subjugation he’s forced upon me, he hasn’t torn me to pieces like most alphas would have.

I still don’t understand why. Or how. Or what.

So, I clamp my teeth together and endure the ache in my belly, trying to ignore my cheering omega instincts as his vile offering splashes onto my back, shoulders, the side of my face, and my hair.

I’m blaming my reluctance to move on the fullness of my stomach. It hurts from the unusual food, and even though I want more water, the thought of putting anything else down my throat makes me nauseous.

The throbbing lower in my abdomen hurts differently, like there’s too much there, yet not enough. The rough surface of the table digging into my hips makes me squirm, which only pulls a groan from the alpha spurting seed onto my back. He shifts and aims so the musky, salty liquid lands on my cheek and chin, and I breathe through my nose so none passes through my lips.

Pressure on my scalp pulls me off the table. He shoves me onto my knees and rubs his still-spurting tip all over my face before mashing it against my mouth, holding me in place with his hand in my hair. I push against his thighs, shocked by the softness of the hair overtop his muscles.

“Open your mouth.”

I can’t. I really, really can’t. I’ll throw up. I’m too full.

I shake my head, ripping a few strands of hair from my scalp, and push as hard as my trembling arms will allow, squeezing my eyes shut against his relentless spray.

“Look at me.”

His cold snarl sends dread through me. I lift my lids and look up into blown pupils. His teeth reflect the soft yellow light as he bares them. Another wave of seed jettisons from his cock, the beard covering the lower half of his face doing nothing to hide his intense pleasure.

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