Page 160 of Ruled By The Alpha

And yet…

What he’d said implanted in her brain with the tenacity of a briar bush.Whatever you want or need from me, you only have to reach out and take it. It’s already yours.

Flinging the covers off her overheated body, she rolled, not at all surprised to find his wide hazel eyes awake and blazing. Energy sizzled in the air, drawing her across the room on chilled bare feet. His eyes tracked her with a predatory sheen despite the fact he was her captive, and at this moment,shewas huntinghim.

Only it felt less like hunting and more like following an invisible map to an inevitable destination. Shaking, Rosemaryinhaled his smoky, rich scent, her eyelids spasming as more slick poured between her already damp thighs.

You needhimbetween your thighs,that secret voice crooned.

“Samson,” she whispered, the plea in her tone humiliatingly plain.

Tendons in his neck stood out and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Go ahead,” he rasped. “Take what you need.”

“I think…” The words tumbled out faster than her brain could stop them. “…I needyou.”

The Alpha released a deep, rumbling growl, and Rosemary almost doubled over with the desire that racked through her. Scrabbling at her nightgown, she lifted it over her head, baring her flesh to a man for the first time in her life. Dropping her gown with one hand, she threw off Samson’s covers with the other, exposing his heavily muscled flesh. An answering moan burst from her chest at the sight of his beautiful form, and she feasted her eyes on his powerful chest, firm abdomen, and thick, furred thighs. Even his wound—neatly scabbed and rapidly healing—didn’t detract from the grandeur of his form.

Her chest heaved with great, lusty breaths as her eyes roamed to his hard cock. Thick and dusky, it pointed against his belly, as ready and strained as the rest of his confined body.

Trailing her palm down his chest felt as natural as breathing. “You’re so beautiful.”

He shook his head, a sardonic tilt to his lips. “Not like you. You’reperfect.”

His compliment, too much for her to bear on top of everything else right now, made her glance away, focusing instead on touching him anywhere and everywhere—shoulders and chest and chiseled abdomen—sparking pained grunts and involuntary jerks from his pelvis.

“You’re sensitive there,” she whispered, in awe of the effect of such minimal touch on his lower belly.

“Right now…” His voice was gritty and dark. “…I’m sensitive everywhere.”

Her hand recoiled, “Am I hurting you?”

“No!” He panted a few breaths. “Keep going.”

Reckless and near-crazed, Rosemary dove in, hefting his meaty dick with one hand and cupping the pillow-soft sac with the other. Contrasting textures and sensations, and novelty of a form so very different from her own, made her head spin. But it was the heat that caught her up short. His cock blazed, mirroring the inferno deep in her pelvis, their bodies attuned to each other’s every touch, every movement, every sigh.

Impulsive greed compelled her, and she threw a leg over, mounting herself on his prone, helpless body. The power gave her another thrill, the sense of control and safety alongside the careening exhilaration of exploration.

Hands braced on his chest, Rosemary rocked and flexed her hips, stealing pleasure with each small thrust as she followed an innate, primal rhythm. Later, much later, she’d think about it all, deconstruct and unpack what it all meant. But right now, her sex sang its appreciation as his cock slid through her swollen folds.

Samson’s groan rumbled against her fingertips. “Fuck, that’s… that’s…” His half-lidded glazed with desire and his mouth fell open.

Despite his restrictions, he tilted his hips, meeting her movements with his own, deepening the pressure, deepening the pleasure. “Does that feel good to you?” she asked, her hips never ceasing as a tight spiral wound itself through her nervous system.

“It feels…” His chest heaved, making the restraints squeak. “It feels incredible.”

Rosemary smiled in relief, but the emptiness inside her snarled, complaining louder and louder. It wanted something else, somethingmore, and she knew exactly what. Lifting herself up, she took hold, nocking his body at the entrance of hers.

“Wait, wait,” Samson panted, the tips of his fingers scrabbling for purchase on her knee. Rosemary, poised at the threshold of before and after, issued a low, warning growl.Shedidn’t want to stop.The voiceinside of her didn’t want to stop.

“Not like this. You’re… not ready. I need to…” His neck arched as he threw his head against the pillow in frustration. “Fuck!”

Her thighs shook, holding her aloft the barest degree. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

“No. Yes?” His chin craned toward his chest, brows folded in the middle like he was being truly tortured. “I don’t know, but…” Closing his eyes on a pained sigh, Samson re-opened them with a sharpened focus. “Come up here.”

Rosemary cocked her head. Wasn’t she alreadyup here?

“Bring…” He pointed with his eyes to where their sexes met. “…that sweet little pussy up here.” He licked his lips. “To my mouth.”

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