Page 115 of Ruled By The Alpha

I caress her jaw before turning and retrieving another stack from the cabinet.

She doesn’t move when I toss them down on her other side.

A flash of unexpected anger sears through me. With her yearning clear in her expression and her back contorting from the intensity of her cramps, she should accept my gift with glee. Instead she looks like a trapped, drenched fairy.

My hand darts out and yanks her head back by her hair. I lower my lips to her ear and torture us both by licking the fragile shell.

“Make a nest or I’ll claim you in the hallway where everyone can watch.”

Her startled gasp and painful sob ease my fury, but increase the shattering of my heart.

With a terrible realization, I step away from her, wanting to tear the door from its hinges so as to escape the trap I’ve set for myself.

I wanted to own her. To use her own body and instincts against her.

I’ve done that.

I just didn’t realize I’d be giving her access to my inner depths as well.

Chapter 7

Char

Just when I think he cares for me, he reminds me of his heartlessness. The threat of claiming me in the hall? Despicable.

My insides throb, wanting what he offers, even though my mind screams in horror. Fire licks at my every nerve ending, my previous itching now a full-on inferno.

I stay frozen when he releases my hair, only for him to grab the closest blanket and snarl.

A tidal wave of yearning takes over, a need so deeply seated in my cells and mind that I can do nothing to dampen it. I lift each blanket to my face in turn, humming and purring in delight at the different textures. After kneading each one into a chaotic mess and creating a big, disheveled pile, a dam bursts in my chest.

I screech and grab the nearest piece of fabric, intending to rip it to shreds.

Angry fingers wrap around my throat and Hoss’ deep voice rumbles with quiet menace. “What are you doing?”

An agony so great I can’t think beyond the outrage sweeps over me.

“I hate these! They smell wrong! All wrong!”

He yanks the blanket from my grasp and rubs it over his chest before dumping it on my lap. I snatch it up and bury my face in it before shoving the next one toward him.

Once every scrap of fabric smells of my alpha, the need to primp and fluff and stack dominates my actions. I spread them over the entire mattress before bunching the edges and layering them as my instincts demand. When I slide under the mound of fabric, I press and twist until the overall shape satisfies me.

A cramp steals my vision. Wetness trickles from between my legs. A moan escapes my lips.

Too empty. Both my nest and my body.

I crawl to the edge and lift the top layer just enough to locate muscular legs peppered with brown hair. My arm snakes out, and I hook my elbow behind his knee.

The deepest growl I’ve ever heard sends my stomach to the floor.

I look up and up, his turgid cock derailing my focus until I look past it to his face. The fierce demand in his expression and his potent scent ruin my sanity.

“Please, Hoss. Please join me in my nest.”

His rumble destroys me.

The soft bottom layer of my nest presses against my back while his goliath form looms over me. Somehow the nest remains intact despite his quick movements.

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