Page 191 of Ruled By The Alpha

With my other hand, I gently glide my fingers through her hair and grip it tight. Pushing her head down, but allowing her to pull away should she want to, I angle her until her mouth hovers over my male’s hardness. All it takes is two short seconds of hesitation before she’s tasting him with a flick of her tongue.

Weston’s answering gasp has me growing impossibly harder, my knot already beginning to bloom, and it hasn’t even been sheathed in one of my omegas. Evelyn is licking my male like he’s the world’s most delicious lollipop, and I can’t hold back anymore. I release my grip on her hair and grab her hip instead, lifting her ass up high so I can align myself with her twitching cunt.

With a grunt, I slam inside, and she squeals around my male’s cock. I pull back out and thrust back in, harder than before, finally seating myself to the base inside her hot pussy. Her channel grips me like a vise, squeezing my steadily inflating knot just right. As much as I want to watch my dick lose itself in her warmth, I can’t turn away when Weston sides his hands into her hair and starts to glide in and out of her mouth.

Their combined moans are driving me crazy, and I just know I won’t last. Shit, I don’t think they’re going to last either. Weston’s chest is heaving, his eyes closed in bliss, and Evelyn’s pussy is already fluttering around my cock, her limbs shaking.

“Fuck,” I grit through my teeth as my knot catches on her entrance.

I thrust harder until my knot pops past her pelvic bone, then seat myself to the base. Her walls clench around me, milking my cock for all it’s worth as she screams around the cock still in her mouth. My male twitches and groans, gripping her hair even tighter, forcing her to drink every drop of his cum lest she chokes.

My own groan is just as satisfied as my seed bathes her insides, each jerk of my cock almost too much to bear. After what feels like hours, I lift the limp female into my arms, careful not to tug where my knot still ties us together, and drop onto my side. I pull my male to me, and he willingly plops half onto Evelyn and half onto the soiled bedding of our nest. As I curl my arm over his waist, my purr guides all three of us into sleep.

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A loud bang startles us awake. I’m on my feet in seconds, lips pulled back in a snarl. I crouch in front of my mates and inhale deeply, trying to scent the intruder, but the only people I smell are the two omegas huddled behind me, my beta, and myself.

Whatever that noise was, it wasn’t coming from inside. Every nerve in my body is on alert, and my instincts are screaming at me to assess the threat to my mates and ensure our den is secure. I move to the closet and select the first pair of pants I see and slip them on.

There’s a lot of screaming coming from outside now, and the growing scent of my mates’ anxiety is starting to spike my own.

I turn to them and bark, “Stay here! I’ll go secure the den.”

They don’t say anything, eyes wide with alarm and fear. A huge part of me wants to calm them both, but a bigger part of me is demanding I find the cause of their fear and stop it.

I don’t look back as I stalk from the nest and pull the door closed behind me, sealing my mates inside.

I’ll protect them if it’s the last thing I do.

Chapter 11

Evelyn

I stare in shock as our alpha leaves us alone in the nest, eyes wide, body shaking with a mixture of adrenaline and fear.

“What the hell is happening?” I ask. Wes shakes his head in response, face pale. “My sisters. My sisters might be in danger! We need to go!”

Whatever chaos is happening outside, it’s loud. There are so many people screaming, and I swear the ground shook when that bang woke us up. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that the rebels managed to get their hands on some explosives.

But I do know better.

The alphas guard their stash of weapons zealously, and no rebel faction would be strong enough to steal any. It would be impossible. They’d be killed sooner than they could say “freedom.” The alphas wouldn’t even pause to torture them first; they’d just tear their throats out.

Fuck! None of that is important. My sisters could be in serious trouble, and I can’t just sit back and let whatever’s happening out there happen without knowing whether they’re safe.

I climb to my feet, legs a little unsteady from either the adrenaline or from recently mating. Just thinking about the latter makes my cheeks burn, and I want to overanalyze the whole situation until my brain explodes, but now really isn’t thetime. Once I can assure myself that Avery and Leah are safe, I can swoon over Maddox and Wes like I want to.

I head over to the closet and slip on a pair of loose and way too large pants and a shirt, trying my damnedest to clear my mental fog so I can focus on a plan for getting to my sisters. It won’t be easy if the commotion outside the den is any indication, but when has my life ever been easy? I can think quick on my feet, and I know I’ll need that out there, because it sounds like the second fucking apocalypse has arrived.

“I’m coming with you,” Wes says. I glance over, ready to tell him no, but then I see that determined look on his face and I know it’s no use. It’s not often that he gets stubborn about things, and he’s impossible to sway once he’s made up his mind.

I sigh. “Okay, but we need to hurry.”

As much as I want to protect him and demand he stay in the den, I could also use his help. It says a lot about my mental state that I didn’t even notice him come into the closet with me in the first place. I need to get my head in the game.

Thankfully he dresses just as quickly as I did, and we’re ready to go. Maddox’s clothes don’t fit him any better than they fit me, but it’s all we have, and I have to admit I love the fact that we’re positively coated in his alpha scent. It soothes something inside me and makes me feel as if he’s still here.

Pushing the thought aside, I move to the door and freeze. I don’t think Maddox locked us in, but trepidation skates down my spine regardless.

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