Page 114 of Ruled By The Alpha

I encompass the back of her head with my hand, forcing her lips to remain wrapped around my cock and making her choose to either swallow or choke.

Her high, feminine purr nearly clips my tethers, the sweet sound completely unexpected. I push her head down until the tightness of her throat presses against my tip. She swallows and digs her nails into my thighs, a hum of delight vibrating around my shaft.

I pull her head up and bask in the unfocused expression on her face, wiping her tears away.

“Breathe while you can.”

Her nostrils flare and her beautiful eyes widen, her pupils threatening to erase the last rim of light green even as she swallows more of my essence.

I wait until her third inhale before I push her down.

Her throat nearly kills me. Nothing has ever squeezed me so tightly or been so hot and wet. Nothing has stretched and flexed and begged for more while trying to escape my firm grasp. Two pumps later, I leave her throat and suck down ragged breaths while she does the same, my tip leaking onto her tongue.

On her second exhale, I invade her throat, my knot expanding and shaft jerking as wave after wave of lava spurts from my tip. Her frantic pushing against my thighs finally registers after most of my release ebbs. I yank her head up and frame her face with my palms.

Her lips, swollen and red, remain parted as she gasps and coughs, struggling to fill her lungs with oxygen. The warmth emanating from her cheeks scorches my digits, and I allow myself a lazy, triumphant smile. Her estrous began while she slept, but it won’t be at its fullest for a while yet.

Exposure to my pheromones ushers it along, just as I hoped it would.

She swipes the back of her hand over her mouth before I catch her wrist.

“Why?” she asks.

Her uneven question, along with the glazed quality of her eyes, tugs at something deep within my chest. “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

I sweep the pads of my thumbs over the fresh trail of tears running down her cheeks.

“Because I don’t just want your body. I’ll have your soul too.”

Her lids close, and tears seep from underneath them, sobs wrenching free of her chest.

I scoop her up and carry her to the bench in the bathroom, testing the water with the thermometer before turning off the faucets and gathering her to my chest again. She shakes with her sobs, but her attempts to remain quiet detonate mini-explosives in the cracks her voice began earlier, a sliver of pain infecting my heart. I push the fragments of myself back together and contain it through sheer force of will, using the scorching water as a distraction. Despite my harsh words and dark promises, despite needing to be vicious and ruthless to survive in this world, I long to take every ounce of her pain away.

I strip down and lower into the bath, shifting her so her back rests along my front and her ass brackets my already hardening shaft. Bending my knees and bracing my feet on the far side of the tub, I fit her between my legs and hold her tight to me with an arm around her waist.

She cries for a little while longer. I cup water in my hand and dribble it over her hair before wetting the washcloth and cleansing her face as best I can. Before long, the wet glide of her naked flesh has my balls aching and cock pulsing.

“Hoss?”

My muscles tense in eager anticipation, her angelic voice affecting me more than I care to admit. I hum a lilting note, encouraging her to ask despite my better judgement.

“I…”

A cramp seizes her belly, ending whatever she meant to say. I stroke her hair before pushing her into a sitting position, scrubbing her scalp with soap before pulling her back to my chest. Several more cramps sweep through her while I rinse her hair with cupped handfuls of water.

She clings to me when I cradle her and stand, a flush covering her entire body. I don’t bother to dry us, leaving behind a trail of water on my way to the chair. I offer her another drink, making her sip instead of gulp the entire thing down. When Ioffer her a bite of food, she presses her lips together and pleads for understanding.

Anger at her refusal stirs, but I squash the initial reaction and instead pour her another glass of water. Pride swells in my chest as I watch her take it, my alpha instincts rising to meet her thickening pheromones.

I set the empty cup on the table and force myself to eat a few bites before carrying her to the bed. When I set her near the footboard, she pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, hunching as another cramp wracks her body.

My purr comes unbidden, relaxing the prolonged tightening of her womb. A thick, syrupy scent strengthens her natural feminine perfume, broadcasting her readiness.

It pains me to turn away from her, but the rhythmic scrunching of her fingers against her own arms tells me I’ve withheld my next gift for too long. I pull the bottom drawer in the cabinet open and glance over my shoulder, eager to see my omega’s reaction.

Her entire body contracts when I lift the stack of folded, clean blankets from the drawer. Most have holes and tears in them, but the pieces of fabric are large enough to create a nest for two. When I drop them beside her, she turns her needy, shocked eyes up to me.

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