Page 203 of Ruled By The Alpha

“Eat.” He pressed what looked like a sugar cube onto my tongue. The taste, however, was salty. “Or suck on it. It will not poison you. It is a medicine for when we are here.”

My lip curled in a snarl. I didn’t dare spit it out—he would just force another on me—but the longer it stayed on my tongue, the more it dissolved.

“That is a pretty sight—my cum like a sweet melting on your tongue.”

I spat what was left of the—what, crystallised cum?—out of my mouth. “Disgusting.”

“You’ve always preferred it fresh.”

I grabbed his thighs and headbutted his groin. He might be a god, but his shape was that of a man, and he felt the full impact of my attack. Cupping his manhood, he cursed me, but when at last he looked up, a smile brought his already beautiful face even closer to perfection.

“You aren’t running away,” he said, pleased.

“You’d only catch me.”

“True.” He dropped to his knees, yet he still dwarfed me. “Oh, Tenora. So beautiful. So violent. So perfect. I’m going to show you exactly what you are to me.”

He gave no other warning before his hand went round my throat, squeezing, granting me my breaths as he deemed fit. With his other, he magicked away my clothes and ran his hand over my body. Where he touched me, my skin burned, welts emerging in the shape of his fingers. This was why they called it a heat—not because it was some animalistic estrous cycle, but because of the way my body burned at his touch.

“Let me go.” I twisted. Clawed at him. Pulled my body to the side, tipping us onto the floor, where he rolled and trapped me underneath him, his body nestled between my thighs. “How dare you?”

“You were always so wild,” he murmured into my throat. His hot lips on my pulse boiled my blood. “No other omega responds so.”

“You make me burn.”

“But not physically, my pretty little whore. That is you and your flair for the dramatic.”

“Oh? And so you must overpower me? Use your size against me?”

“Only because you crave it,” he said, and I felt his hand between my legs, gathering my slickness and teasing my clit. It was too much, and I threw my head back, crying out my release.

“You might touch my body,” I panted, “but that does not make us lovers.”

“We are mates.” His voice was full of warning. “And that means I can take what I want.”

“Just try it and see how I will end you.”

“Perfection,” he muttered against my cheek. Then his clothes vanished and he ground his cock against my slick cunt, its leaking head rocking against my opening.

“Do it,” I taunted. “Prove to me what kind of mate you are.”

“Gladly, omega.” The sharp pain of his cock breaking through the thin barrier of my maidenhead ripped a scream from my throat. Nothing had hurt so much, and he had said he would be gentle. This did not feel gentle. But where he could have kept forcing his cock inside of me, he stopped, and I looked into his face to see his mouth open and his beautiful eyes shuttered.

Why didn’t he move? Why didn’t he dominate me and make me beg?

“Magnus?”

“Yes?” He sounded distracted.

“Is this it?” I knew it wasn’t. When he had made himself come before, he had moved his hand up and down.

His laugh made me squirm with embarrassment. “No. But you cannot imagine how perfect your tight cunt feels as I make you mine. I’m going to enjoy this as long as I can.”

But I needed him to move. I needed him to ease the pressure that was building and building with each passing moment. So I thrust my hips up into his, forcing his cock deep until the swell of his knot pressed against my opening.

“You want it? Is that it? Do you want me to fuck you like I let those monsters fuck you in your dreams?”

“Yes,” I growled. “But I bet they’re better.”

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