Page 130 of Ruled By The Alpha

I dislike this sudden equality in our relationship. Typically, I command and she obeys, but with this new connection, I sense I’ve got to make up ground. To give so we can both get. This is me giving. It’s unnatural.

Evangeline hovers down by my hips, eyes hooded with lust as she grips my cock. Her breasts are tickling my legs, driving me wild as dark tips rub helpfully along my skin. I want more, somuch more connection than this. Wiggling my foot over, I slide it between her legs so when she rocks back, she’s riding the ridge of my foot. She mewls as I slide through her wet folds, her scent billowing in the air. I breathe roughly as she leans in and licks her way up my dick, following a throbbing vein that starts at the base and buries itself under the thick, rounded head.

My omega–because that’s what she is, I know it now –sucks my cock head into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, torturing me slowly. Groaning, I pump my hips up to meet her, shoving myself as far down her throat as I can. I grip the headboard behind me, muscles flexing as I rock up into her sweet mouth, over and over. She sounds so beautiful, sucking me off, all excited hums and happy gasps as I fill her with my thickness.

Minutes pass and she shows no signs of slowing, simply enjoying me, and it’s driving me out of my mind. Anxious tension builds in my system until I’m fucking her face like a dying man, punching my hips up to meet her as she struggles to dominate me and keep me down.

“No,” I purr, reaching out and wrapping my fist in her hair. I use it to drag her on top of me, where I split her thighs and thrust in. She screams out at the intrusion, pushing against my abs as I rock out and back in hard.

“Wait,” she gasps.

“No,” I snarl, spreading her thighs wider as I grip her hips and rut into her with brutal, sharp movements. Evangeline throws her head back and screams my name over and over as I haul myself upright, pulling her close to my chest. Her nipples press against my skin with every thrust of my hips. Running my hands up her back, I tug her hair backward and drag my fangs along one side of her throat. Doing so elicits a hard clenching inside her, creating an incredible sucking sensation along thelength of my cock. I drag my teeth up the other side of her neck, gasping my pleasure into her skin.

She’s coated in a thin sheen of sweat, reaching out to hold herself upright against my chest as I fuck into her rhythmically. I’ve completely forgotten the bond where I can read her emotions until she sends her incredible desire down it. She’s desperate to come, on the knife’s edge over and over as I pick up the pace.

“I want your bite,” she grunts out as she bares her neck to me, cocking it to the side. An offering, a beautiful fucking offering–all for me.

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her to me and sink my fangs in where neck meets shoulder. It’s not a claiming bite, not yet. But it stokes the fire between us anyhow.

She screams and convulses, shattering into an earth-shaking orgasm that sparks my own, vision blurring to nothing as stars explode behind my eyes. There is nothing in this moment but my teeth buried in her throat, and the incredible heat of her orgasm as she explodes. Her heart pounds in concert with my own, a roaring beat that fills my ears as ecstasy takes me.

Time stops as we come all over one another, dripping release and honey. I fill her so full it slops noisily out of her pussy, coating my lap and sliding down my balls. Smelling our combined scents brings me a bone-deep pride and satisfaction. Evangeline is mine. She always has been, and she always will be.

“That was… incredible,” I murmur into her lips. I’ve never had a way with words. I don’t know the right things to say after sex like that, after connecting so intimately. But it doesn’t matter, because satisfaction skips along a growing tether between us, her pleasure and happiness evident in the connection. It’s still unsettling to me, to sense her emotion, now that I know to look for it. But knowing that she meets mydarkness with her light, that the concert of our wild debauchery brings her joy? That thaws the frozen heart in my chest.

“You’re going to be late for your afternoon meeting,” she whispers, leaning in to press her pink lips to the outer edge of my ear. A full body shudder wracks me when she bites hard just under that point, threading her fingers through my hair and nibbling her way down my neck.

“You’re throwing me into a rut, Evangeline,” I tell her. It’s not a command, but it’s the honest truth. My stomach is in knots, my senses heightened. Now that I have limited detail from Mitchell, I’m more in tune with what’s happening, more able to sense what’s coming. Already I can smell how her body is reacting to me again. She needs another good fucking, and I’m considering telling my clients to fuck off so I can stay in bed with Evangeline.

The old me would never do that in a million years. I pull to stand with her still wrapped around my waist, and stalk to the bathroom. I drain the tub and refill it, settling her gently down into the scalding water. When I look up, her eyes on me are mirthful. She’s biting her lower lip. Growling, I lean in and nip at it as she purrs happily.

“I’m never going to get out of here if you keep this up,” I tease her, surprising myself. I don’t tease. I don’t flirt. I’ve never been good at those things. My whole life I tried to learn from my older brother, because people make sense to him. His EQ is off the charts. Mine is not. I got the Bancroft family brains, but the emotional quotient of a rock. I’ve made it work over the years, but between having no desire to be around people and having a lot of quirks, living alone has always been easier.

Until Evangeline. “You make my life better,” I tell her, infusing as much honesty into my voice as I can. “Thank you.”

Her eyes widen and fill with tears. Oh fuck, it was the wrong thing to say. Again.

“Thank you, Alistair,” she whispers as the first tear slides down her face.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because you’ve never complimented me, and it made me happy. These are happy tears. I know, people are emotional and weird.”

I grunt my agreement. I will never understand people and the inconsistencies of human emotion. But then a hot wave of pleasure and happiness fills our bond, so I feel how she feels, and it makes me smile as I look at her again. “That is far easier for me to read.”

“Thought it might be,” she chirps, leaning her head back against the tub. “I’ll be up to clear away dinner shortly.”

“I can do it,” I offer. The waters of our mutual responsibilities have muddied. I’m not sure what to do with this new dynamic.

Evangeline smirks at me. “Let’s not change how we do things. I’ll be up shortly to clean. And then we can decide what happens after that.”

Nodding, I head back to my office for a late evening call, the last one today. Already my body aches and clenches for her. I felt good in her presence, and leaving her naked in the tub is a knife to my gut.

For the first time in my entire life, I bitterly donotwant to throw myself into my work.

Chapter 9

Evangeline

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