Page 113 of Ruled By The Alpha

I turn and blink up at him. He shakes his head and crowds even closer. My hard swallow hurts my throat, but I ignore my discomfort and sit on the toilet, doing my business as quickly as I can. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, but the massive brute merely looks on without a word.

Once I’m done, he wraps his gigantic hand around my nape and guides me to the sink. I almost gasp when the faucet actually works, the water only a little murky. When I reach out to cup both hands under the flowing water, he digs his fingers into the sides of my neck.

“Don’t drink it. You’ll only ever drink clean water from now on, and only when I give it to you.”

A little dazed and disconnected from reality, I nod and catch the miracle of fresh water as it spews from the faucet. My wonder grows as he picks up a bar of soap and drops it into my hands.

I’m so lost in the decadence of washing my hands that I don’t notice him shifting closer, and a word slips through my lips.

“How?”

His chuckle rips my gaze away from the water, my stomach flipping and tightening. He turns off the faucet and grabs my wrist before lifting it to his mouth and nipping my fingertips.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

My brows scrunch in confusion until I register the pitch-black emotions shining from his eyes. I try to shrink away only for his hard, naked body to push me against the counter. Relentless fingers gather my hair and pull my face up to his as he slides his other hand from my nape to my collarbone, lightly resting his thumb and index finger around my throat. The angle makes him look upside-down, and not for the first time, our size difference makes my chest ache with fear.

“Have anything else to ask?”

My heart hammers at his intense expression, but even as I tremble, words pour from my mouth.

“What’s your name?”

Surprise flares in his eyes before he smirks.

“Hoss.”

He bends down and licks my ear. I shudder, heady anticipation and tight dread swirling through me, but he steps back and drags me behind him while he turns on the tub’s two separate taps. I can’t help but glance hopefully at the slowly filling bath.

Hoss continues on into the bedroom, his grip on my hair forcing me to follow. He sits in the chair and pours another cup of water before turning his gaze to me.

My skin crawls as my insides plead for freedom, the inferno growing within my abdomen leaping higher as he peers into my soul. Even though he’s sitting and I’m standing, he’s eye-level with me.

His unoccupied hand slides down his chest, trailing through the thick hair and skimming over his abdominals beforewrapping around his hard cock. Saliva floods my mouth as he strokes a pearl of fluid from the tip.

With a rough rumble, he uses unrelenting, yet gentle force on my hair to urge me to kneel between his legs. Up close, his shaft seems too big to be real—too thick to fit into my mouth, much less my throat like he threatened. The knot near the base has already ballooned wider than his impossible girth, his tip an angry red.

My eyes flit to the bathroom and the door to the hall. His snarl yanks my attention back to him.

“Open your mouth, little omega, and I’ll make you enjoy this almost as much as I will. Or fight me, if you prefer. I’ll enjoy that, too.”

With tears making my head feel stuffed with cotton and mixed emotions filling me with confusion, I open my mouth as he guides my head toward his tip.

The moment his essence hits my taste buds, lava erupts in my belly. Tears create salty trails down my face even as heat and need urge me to explore his silky flesh with my tongue.

My body betrays me. A flash of clarity nearly sends me collapsing to the floor, but Hoss’ fingers draw circles on my scalp and nape, luring me closer to my own demise.

This alpha hasn’t torn my body to shreds, but he’s turned it against me. The dichotomy of his authority and care have awakened the very core of my omega self, ripping apart every inch of my defenses.

I was prepared to hate the alpha who forced me underneath him, but he refuses to let me.

Chapter 6

Hoss

Her soft lips and hesitant tongue nearly obliterate my self-control. I grit my teeth and gentle my hands, forcing her to relax. Her jaw opens wider as she leans forward, her sound of discomfort and alarm making my thighs bunch in response to her mouth’s vibration. With great effort I hold still, letting her explore at her own pace, strengthening my purr and withholding the flood of lust battering at my restraint. My knot thickens as she takes my head all the way into her mouth, her teeth scraping my flange despite her obvious effort to open as wide as she can.

Her wet heat begs for my cum, so I grunt and allow the first wave to burst free of my balls, hitting her tonsils and making her gag.

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