Page 204 of Ruled By The Alpha

He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Forcing my face into the cold marble, he yanked my hips back so that he could fuck into my sore cunt. The fullness overwhelmed my senses, along with the burn, the intensity of his cock’s heat, as it filled and filled and filled me again, until I was moaning with each new thrust.

“That’s it.” He reached around and rubbed my clit, using my slick to draw out a new kind heavenly torture. “Such a perfect omega whore. Your cunt is just begging to be fucked. Taste yourself, Tenora. Taste how sweet you are for me.” He forced two fingers into my mouth so that I could suckle my own release. “That’s it. Come for me, omega.”

My body began hum, my breasts grew heavy, and the space between my legs throbbed. Desire. I had felt it before in my dreams, but never had I experienced this heady sensation in such a violent manner. And with that awareness, my body began to tremble, my hips stuttering into his. Goddess, it was more than I could have imagined.

Behind me his breathing grew unsteady, as if each shaky inhale and exhale was the only thing holding him back from shattering as I did. For I saw myself in my mind’s eye, and knew beyond I doubt that what we wanted was the same.

I released him and said two words that would change the course of history. “Knot me.”

Once again he wrapped a hand around my throat, forcing my body to arch like a bow. “What a desperate omega to think she could order me like this.”

“Please,” I whined as my resolve fled in the wild tempest of my omega nature. I’d punish him for this later, but for now, I would take the pleasure of his knot. More than his knot, though—I wanted his seed to the point of desperation. I dug my nails into his thighs, scratching, holding him as I ground down on his cock.

“Come for me again,” he demanded, not just with his words, but actions too, as he slapped my clit hard, harder, and again before rubbing the pain away. “Come for me, my sweet Tenora, flame that draws me from the shadows. Come, my mate.”

Oh, such amorous words! I crumbled under their tenderness, and my sex clenched around his thickness, which grew impossibly larger before releasing his seed into my womb with a groaned demand for me to take it. Then—oh, by the Mother—he forced his knot inside of me, the pressure so great that my body shuddered through another orgasm.

“Magnus!” I screamed, and the world exploded in shards of light. Like shattering glass it burst from me, tearing through my mind, until it was as if the whole of creation was me and I was creation.

“At last.” His voice was dark and full of dreadful power, but I was too drained to reply. My body felt heavy. Only his hand around my throat and the one cupping my sex kept me upright. “Sleep.”

His word worked like a spell. Exhaustion pulled me under, and I drifted into its arms.

Chapter 6

I woke to chaos with a smile on my face. My sex ached, throbbing with the memory of Magnus’ knot buried deep inside.

“She’s alive!” Kota shouted over his shoulder. When he looked back, his eyes were bright with tears. “You’re alive, Tenora! Alive!”

“Of course I am.” I rose to a seated position and brushed my hair behind my ears. “What has you so—”

“The Veil—it has shattered.” Kota’s face broke into a smile I’d only seen after his nights with Quintus.

My internal bubble of joy burst. “The Veil? Oh, please tell me that was not real.”

“It is! Zorza watched it collapse, and then the world shuddered. There was a call from the brothel in Dawnton.”

He could not know what that meant. The end-times were upon us because I was weak enough to give myself to an alpha instead of locking him away and denying him during my heat. The light bursting from within us was nothing to celebrate; it was the final shattering of the tenuous peace bargained for long ago.

Quintus appeared beside Kota, his face pale. “He knotted you?”

I nodded.

“May the Mother and the Father save us all,” he mumbled. “There is nothing that will keep him from you now.”

“I thought you wanted him to return?”

“In good time, yes. But the world isn’t prepared for Magnus to walk on its soil.”

“How long have I been unconscious?” I asked.

“Four months.” He looked at Kota, who returned his regard, shy and so full of love that my heart broke at the destruction I had caused.

“And what has happened, other than the tearing of the Veil?”

“We are under siege,” Yuna answered. She had come into the room and knelt on my other side. “The betas rose up when the Veil shattered. Across the world, the last of the omegas are taking refuge where they can find it. Our halls have never been fuller.”

“I am sorry.”

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