Page 183 of Ruled By The Alpha

Skating my free hand down his side, keeping the other still firmly wrapped around his nape and pinning him in place, Igently sweep a finger over his dripping hole. The heat from his body wraps around the digit when I thrust it inside him. His hips jerk, pushing me farther inside him until I’m knuckles-deep. Impatience rides me hard so I quickly add another thick finger.

Gods, I’m so much larger than this omega, and I fear I might break him if I’m not careful.

I add another finger and stretch him wide, pumping in and out of his wet heat as he twitches and moans. My own cock is painfully hard, and I can’t help but grind the rigid length against the male’s waist while I continue to torture him with my deft hand.

I graze against a spot inside him that turns his hiccup into a gasp, and he bucks violently in my grip. My answering grin is all male satisfaction as I gently scrape along that bundle of nerves inside his ass. His moan is music to my ears, and with a snarl, I withdraw my fingers and tear at my pants. I rip open my shirt to transfer more of my scent onto him, letting everyone know that he’s mine, with or without the mark I plan to leave on his nape.

As soon as I free my leaking cock, I reach for his knee and guide him to wrap his leg around my waist. I push him into the wall with my chest and line myself up. With a savage thrust, I shove myself inside him to the hilt, making the little omega scream. His seed splatters against my chest, but I don’t stop. I turn his head to the side, baring his nape as I plunge through his ass, my mind fogging with the telltale signs of a rapidly approaching rut. A part of me knows I need to slow down. I’m slamming the poor omega into the rough wall of the alley, but my body won’t listen.

I take him hard, and I take him fast.

I lean down and nip at his nape, quickly licking away the sting at his yelp. Pushing his leg up higher, I shove myself into his ass on a harsh grunt. My knot is already blooming, I can feel it starting to catch on the tight muscles of his asshole, imploringme to sheath myself fully inside him and come far too quickly. Instead I keep thrusting, savoring that gentle pop when I shove my partially inflated knot back in and that delicious pull when I drag myself back out.

The omega is nothing but a twitching, drooling mess, and gods if that doesn’t make my dick even harder, a feat I didn’t think possible.

His whine when I pop out of his hole next tells me my knot is getting too large for him to enjoy now, so this last thrust will have to be my last. Mind lost completely to the rut, I’m careless with my hips. I shove myself in, knot snagging along his tight ring of muscles, denying me my prize. I push my chest into him, crushing him against the wall with a savage growl. He shudders in my tight grip as I force my knot in, making the omega wail when my hips slam into his cheeks with a sharp slap.

My knot balloons the moment his wet heat encompasses it, stretching him impossibly wide and locking him to me. I bare my teeth and sink them deep into his nape on a snarl, hips jerking as I come. The omega comes again too on a yell as I continue to grind and gyrate inside my little mate, drowning his insides with my seed. He’s limp in my arms, breathing heavy and still clenching my cock like a vise. I release his knee, letting it settle around my waist while I coax another orgasm from my little mate.

He whimpers when I grip his cock, no doubt overly sensitive due to the two orgasms I already dragged from him, but I pay it no heed. I stroke him, using his own seed to smoothly glide up and down his already softened cock.

My touch and a squeeze is all it takes for it to harden back up. I ignore his mumbled protests as his ass clenches around my knot still lodged deep inside him. My own dick jumps and spurts, even after I thought myself spent.

Eager to chase this prolonged pleasure, I squeeze him again. He spasms, another splatter of his seed joining the rest.

I withdraw my teeth from his nape while I stroke his length, gently tending to my mark with my tongue. Belatedly I realize my purr is rumbling in my chest, but I don’t stop it. Instead I make it louder, smiling wickedly when my little mate gasps out his final orgasm under my ministrations. His release sets off my own, and I grind my cock inside his ass until we’re both nothing more than a panting, sweating mess.

Chapter 5

Weston

My head is still reeling even when the alpha pulls out, knot deflated, and sets me back on my feet. His seed drips down my thighs and my face burns. My own come is splattered over the front of his exposed chest, and I vaguely recall the alpha ripping his shirt buttons off in his haste.

I’ve... I’ve never been knotted before. Never even had sex. Now I’m mated and bonded to this stranger, this alpha. What would Eve think? Would she look at me differently now? Would she turn me away, now that I’ve been bonded?

I can’t bear that thought. I love her. I can’t lose her... I refuse to.

But I don’t know what do. Only death can break a bond, so does that mean I need to kill this alpha? Is that even possible? Gods, what will happen now? Everything is so messed up, and I hate it.

At least the male was mostly gentle during our mating, and as loath as I am to admit it, I enjoyed it. All thoughts of Eve fled the moment his knot locked me to him and his come filled me up. But now that it’s over and he’s righting his clothes, I can’t get Eve’s face out of my head. That same sense of dread that led me out of the rundown apartment is nagging at me, turning my stomach. My nerves are shattered, and I don’t even flinch as the alpha covers me with his long coat. He pulls my arms through the sleeves, and they hang way past my fingertips, the fabricdwarfing me completely, making me feel small, yet somehow protected.

I don’t need to be protected! I need to help Eve.

“Little mate, what’s your name?” The alpha’s voice sends tingles up my spine that I try to ignore.

“We—” My voice cracks, so I clear my throat and try again. “Weston.”

“I’m Maddox. It’s time to head home. Do you have any belongings you wish to take with us?”

Home? I can’t process his words fast enough. All I can do is blink like a simpleton.

“Eve...” I mumble. “I have to find Eve.”

“Who is Eve, little mate?”

I’m not listening; there’s too much ringing in my ears for me to focus properly. “Eve needs me.”

I’m suddenly lifted up and cradled against a rock-hard chest—a very warm and wonderfully scented chest. Without consciously moving, I curl into Maddox and my body relaxes. I take comfort in his presence, even though I know I shouldn’t. This can’t be permanent. It just can’t be.

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