Page 110 of Ruled By The Alpha

Chapter 4

Hoss

Her smooth skin lures me closer, the absence of stink allowing her delicious scent to permeate through the room. A hint of readiness colors her pheromones, and although I’d like nothing more than to sink my cock into her tight little body, I slam my self-control into place, clinging to my iron will with both fists.

I push her arms away and fill my palms with her glorious breasts, kneading them and coaxing her nipples to stiff peaks with the rough tips of my fingers. Enjoying the way they blush, I play until our breaths turn ragged. When I slide my hands down her flat stomach, I leave behind pinkened skin and rosy nipples, feasting on the sight while I cup her pussy in one hand, pinning her knee to her shoulder with the other. She tries to dissuade me, but her squirming barely registers as her scent thickens.

I grind my palm against her opening for a few seconds, but when slick doesn’t pour from her, I find the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound. A few minutes of teasing the silky flesh on either side makes her clit stiffen, but I need more. Lifting her clitoral hood to stroke directly over the sensitive flesh, I continue the motion, using light pressure until her legs shake and her head twists from side to side.

Almost as hard as my aching cock, her clit swells and prepares for release. Just before she tumbles over the precipice, I yank my hand away and surge to my feet. Keeping one hand onthe back of her thigh, pinning her to the mattress, I unfasten my trousers and free my cock. Three brutal, dry strokes from base to tip is all it takes. Lava erupts from my balls and sears the inside of my shaft before streams of pearly white liquid shoot from my tip.

My seed splashes against her pussy, her stomach, and the undersides of her breasts. I snarl and stroke myself again, coercing my second release to shoot farther, painting her delectable nipples and throat. When even that doesn’t satisfy me, I prop a knee on the bed, stretching my pants to their limit, and lean over her. I squeeze my knot and glide my sticky hand up and down my shaft, spurting more jizz onto her chin and lips until it drips down her cheeks and lands in her hair. Grunting and snarling, I retrace my steps, aiming for her face, breasts, and pussy before my knot begins to subside.

As the haze of lust and instincts fade away, I suck down a massive breath and release it on an uneven rumble.

Satisfied I’ve properly marked her with my scent, but still furious at missing out on her tight cunt squeezing my knot, I wipe the tip of my cock on her thigh and step back. A warning sneaks into my purr when she shifts as though to roll onto her side.

“Don’t move until it dries.”

She stares at me with shocked green eyes, flushed cheeks, and quivering lips. Her wary yet aroused expression adds a striking quality to her dainty features.

The layer of my seed on her face helps too.

For a few moments, neither of us move. I enjoy the sight of her sprawled, needy and confused, across the mattress, her hair fanned out in a display of wild abandon.

The scent of her blood stops me until I see the grazed flesh on her knees and elbows. I loom over her for a moment, ensuring she won’t move while I stalk over to the cabinet in the corner.When I return, I slather a thick layer of clear ointment on each of her scrapes, then toss the plastic tub across the room. It lands on the cabinet shelf with a thud. The omega flinches, but doesn’t roll onto her side.

When most of my offering has dried on her flesh, I scoop her up, ignoring her attempts to shy away, and drop into the room’s only seat. After rearranging us so she’s cradled against my chest, her back supported by my left arm, I lean down, open the rebuilt icebox under the table, and pull out a food laden plate. The chipped porcelain clinks against the not-quite-even tabletop as I set it down, then duck again to grab the large jug of water tucked away in the back of the old fridge.

I lift the jug high and pour clear, cool water into the matching porcelain cup already on the table. The female in my arms watches the liquid fall, mesmerized. Without a trace of minerals or salt in it, I doubt she’s ever seen such pure water, despite being surrounded by it her entire life.

When I set the jug on the other side of the table and pick up the ridiculously ornate porcelain cup, her look of longing has my cock fully hardening against her hip. She glances up at me with wary eyes as I grit my teeth and press the cup to her lips.

She blinks in shock, no doubt expecting me to torture her by denying her the drink, but like a wise little omega, she gulps it down as soon as I tip the cup.

A purr softer than any sound I’ve ever made leaks from my chest. Never have I made such a soothing rumble. Devoid of my usual threatening edge, my purr is one of pure pleasure as she accepts the water.

She took my seed unwillingly, but this she gulps down with delight, her lids lowering in almost euphoric enjoyment.

She’ll take my cock with the same expression, with a deeper blush on her cheeks and a wild need in her eyes.

When she drains the cup, I set it down and pick up the first thing my fingers touch on the plate. A small cube of goat cheese—made by a beta couple three levels up—seems tiny when pinched between my fingers, but when I tease it along her bottom lip, it looks much bigger.

“Eat.”

Her nostrils flare and she swallows, pressing her lips together uncertainly before opening her mouth. I slide my fingers between her teeth, willing to risk her bite in favor of exploring her hot recesses in any way I can. Placing the cheese on her tongue, I probe the roof of her mouth and test the backs of her teeth, inspecting every inch of her before painting her plump lips with her saliva.

With red cheeks, quick breaths, and fear mingled with confusion, she stares at me with her light green irises.

“Eat,” I repeat, a warning coloring my tone.

Instinctively she closes her mouth and chews.

Her pupils shrink and her lips scrunch. She clamps her teeth together and blinks up at me, trying to control her reaction to the potent flavor. I stroke her shoulder and arm, brushing my hand against the outside of her breast, which sends my cock to pulsing against her hip.

An errant drop of pearly liquid leaks from my tip and trails down to wet her flesh.

With obvious effort, she chews the bite as quickly as she can and swallows it.

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