Page 163 of Ruled By The Alpha

Rosemary’s breath caught in her throat and her heart hammered against her breastbone. He was so close… and so warm… and so large… and so naked…and so furious. She swallowed around the hitch in her voice. “What do you want from me?”

“What do Iwantfrom you?” he demanded, a grassfire blazing in his eyes. “I wanteverything.”

Hot and urgent, he slammed into her mouth in a searing, brutal embrace. Her lips flattened, paralyzed with startlement and awe. Undeterred, Samson worked to draw her in, swiping and tasting, his mouth coaxing hers into a new and different kind of dance, somehow even more intimate than what they’d done the night before.

Rosemary let herself be drawn in as her mind flashed to the other things he’d done to her—or maybe more accurately,she’ddone to him—and her pulse beat a wanton rhythm in her throat. Did he want more of that? And, if he did, did that mean he would stay?

His scent saturated her ragged breaths, warm and spicy and male, confusing her already reeling thoughts and seducing her to yield. With a growl, he broke their kiss, their mouths damp and swollen as they shared small pockets of air.

“Here’s what I think.” Setting her gently on her feet, Samson scooped her up completely, wrapping her thighs around his taut waist. Off-balance, Rosemary’s arms flew to his neck, barely hanging on as he stalked the length of her cabin and tossed her onto his recently vacated bed.

Rosemary bounced once on her bottom, catching herself on her elbows as she stared up at the looming figure. His chest, broad and sculpted, heaved with great sawing breaths. She’d known he was huge, but directly in front of her, drawn to his full, imposing height, he looked like a king on his throne, and she his humble supplicant, prostrate on the floor.

“I think I wasmeantto come here, I wasmeantto find you, and I thinkyouaremeantto be mine.MyRosemary,myOmega.”

The declaration hit her like an unexpected plunge into icy water. Their eyes met, the fervent conviction in his shoving her further below the surface of sense and reason. But most shocking of all, she didn’t resist—shecouldn’tresist—as hisassertion washed over her and sucked her in. It forced her to entertain, for the very first time, whether what she’d imagined for herself and her life could be something entirely different in a very real, and very immediate way.

She rolled with the waves of the revelation, not drowning, but drifting… floating… buoyed by the idea of belonging to someone. No, notsomeone—belonging tohim, to Samson, with his wild every-color eyes and that tempting, trickster mouth.

“And if you’re right?” she asked, a shivery sensation humming low in her belly. “What then?”

“Then…” he said slowly, anchoring one broad knee on the bed next to her hip and rucking her dress up and over her head. Surprising herself, Rosemary acquiesced to the removal of her clothing, energized by the blazing heat from his gaze and the cool air whisking over her exposed skin. Raking her over, Samson’s eyes lit with passion and a wary triumph, as if he could see her surrender winning its battle against her remaining resistance.

“Then, Rosie, I claim you and mark you as mine.Forever.”

Rosemary shuddered, not at all clear on what that meant, but nonetheless entranced. Forever was a very long time, yet even that failed to frighten her as another surety locked into place in her chest: a forever with Samson appealed more than another day spent on her own.

As if he could see right through her, Samson laid his palm against her breastbone, a smile touching his lips at whatever he felt there. His eyes met hers, “I take it you’re on board with that plan?”

Rosemary’s chin tipped back, splaying loose tendrils of hair over her bare shoulders in a soft caress. “I don’t want to leave here—”

“We’ll figure all that out,” he said, tenderness mingling with the fervency in his expression. “I promise. We’ll figure it out together.”

“Together,” she whispered, the word striking a deep and resonant chord in her soul.

“Yeah.” His voice thickened with emotion as he crawled the rest of the way on top of her. “Together.”

She sucked in a breath as their skin met for the first time in a full-body embrace. Everywhere she was, he was too, from her fingertips tangled with his own strong digits, to the stabilizing weight of his chest on her fluttering and erratic heart, to where the softness of her belly met the hardness of his, and on down to where their legs entwined and the crisp rasp of his hair against her awakened skin. She loved all of it.

Samson’s lips split in a wide grin, and he swooped in for a bold, claiming kiss. Unabashed, Rosemary kissed him back, unleashing the full force of years of pent-up longing. He hummed a surprised note against her lips and then redoubled his own efforts, their mouths staking their claim on each other for this moment, and the next, and on to forever.

He pulled away, chuckling darkly in the shared, moist heat of their breaths. But Rosemary couldn’t stop, her lips moving over his bristly jawline and lower to taste the salty maleness of his neck. Grunting, Samson let her take the lead, holding his body aloft so she could explore to her contentment.

He’s yours. Claim him.

The small voice echoed in her mind, urging her forward, and Rosemary listened. Shimmying her head under his chin, she licked and sucked a path from his throat to the muscled bulk of his pectoral, wrenching her hands free so she could run her palms over his torso as she worked. His taste erupted on her tongue, and she dove in for more, wanting to gorge herself on every inch of his fragrant skin. A wholly new appetite overtookher, a craving for him so profound and intense she wanted to physically sink her teeth into his flesh.

Opening her mouth, she latched on, her teeth bearing down, but not breaking through. Samson hissed with a jolt, his hand coming up to touch her neck as Rosemary released the bite.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, horrified, “I didn’t mean—”

“Do it.” Samson threaded his fingers into her hair, the heat in his eyes urging her on. “You know what to do. Make me yours.”

A hot ache grew in her throat, the significance of the moment barreling into her and blasting her instinct back into control as she lowered her head a second time. He guided her to the spot and sighed when her teeth pierced his skin, as if it were a relief rather than a hurt, and when a hot spurt of blood coated her tongue, her inner voice exploded in rejoicing.

My Alpha. My Samson.

She recognized this voice now, herOmega’svoice, and she basked in the moment along with her. A sense of rightness descended like a gentle spring rain as Rosemary and her Omega came together and claimed this Alpha for their own.

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