Page 165 of Ruled By The Alpha

Samson groaned, pumping and exploring for a few more minutes, her body accommodating more with each pass. He nodded grimly and withdrew, rolling his hips on top of her soft, fleshy cradle.

Immediately his cockhead prodded into her wet heat, and he nearly came at the first touch. Shaking slightly, Samson notched himself to her entrance, easing forward a bare inch. At this rate, he’d be lucky if he didn’t blow as soon as he seated himself fully inside.

If that happened… well, they’d just have to do it again.

“All right?” he asked again, his heart thundering in his ears. Never in his life had fucking an Omega filled him with such dual apprehension and joy. He’d never fancied himself a selfish lover, but his Rosie deserved his best and nothing less.

“Uh-huh,” she said, a smile touching her lips as she gazed up at him, letting the full force of her emotions shine out her face and shimmer through their bond. His tongue went dry in histhroat, his own feelings choking him up even as he inched inside, breaching her body for the very first time. Her eyes drifted closed, a small frown passing over, then disappearing, but no sign of distress left her lips or echoed in his chest.

Slowly, excruciatingly so, he seated himself. Pleasure, pure and explosive, hit him hard, and Samson gasped, a whole-body shudder racking his frame. The strain of the months and weeks leading to this moment reached their pinnacle as he began to move inside his Omega, hismate, and felt the pent-up stress dislodge and give way to something new, something better.

A cool touch of Rosemary’s hand to his cheek stirred him from his spiraling delirium, and he looked deep into her brown eyes, surrendering himself to her embrace in every sense of the word. Together they found a tempo that bound their bodies together, her arms circling his shoulders and holding him fast. She buried her face in his chest, nuzzling and kissing the fresh bite mark as she wiggled and angled her sex to find her own delight. Pleasure stormed through him, fast and insensible, anchoring him deeper with each thrust to this life, this new reality, this Omega who was now his—his to hold, his to protect, his to care for, and his to cherish.

His exquisite, perfect Rosemary, whose neck now arched back, face contorted in the throes of pleasure, his name on her lips as he punched forward one, two, three times, his climax soaring higher than any other. It swept over him and dragged him in like a strong undertow, washing away everything that came before. His knot began to swell, pulsing against the tender walls of her newly opened channel, and her eyes flew open again.

“Samson…” she breathed, her face a picture of shock and wonder.

He craned forward, reclaiming her kiss and her breath as his own. “That’s my Alpha knot, Rosie. Does it hurt?”

She shook her head in answer, her white-gold hair beautifully tousled around her precious face. He’d left his home certain he’d wander alone or die in the middle of nowhere, an outcast, an Alpha without a Pack. And he very well might have, if not for her, this small, brave Omega.

Overcome, his voice scraped out an explanation. “It holds us together, like this, for a little while.”

“Hmm.”A dreamy smile played on her lips, and their bond bubbled with effervescent contentment. “That’s nice.” Her arms tightened around his lower back. “I like this.”

“Oh, Rosie,” he sighed, the shadows of his banishment and loneliness sloughing off him as if they’d never existed. Touching his nose to hers, Samson basked in the warm glow of their bond and let the current of her joy carry him away, spilling over to splash in the shining pool of their future. Together.