Page 30 of Ruled By The Alpha

“P-please. I don’t understand what you want.” She shook her head, tried to shake off the stranglehold of lust and the growing certainty that whatever her captor was after from her, it wasn’t any longer instant pain and death.

But that scared her too.

Twisting in his grasp, she spun onto her belly and, at the same time, kicked out, trying to use the leverage to dislodge his grip.

It didn’t work.

With a roar, he tugged her to him, her belly sliding against the ground, her hide covering hitching upward, as he used his body to part her thighs and spread her wide. Before she could even fight back, his big hands landed on her hips and lifted, setting her on all fours. Moving her at his will.

“You.” His voice was a low, possessive rasp as his nose and trailed over her spine, his fangs lightly scraping over her flesh. “I. Want. You.”

She surged forward—only to be checked in place. One hand at her hip, gripping tight, while the other wrapped around her throat and locked her in place.

She stifled a moan. Even terrified, his display of dominance made the fever inside her burn hotter.

He seemed to know it.

Slowly, deliberately, he forced her upper body downward, until her right cheek was pressed to the dirt, her neck pinned to the ground, her bottom lifted higher. “Submit.” He gave her no more warning than that. His hand slipped beneath her covering and cupped her mons, a warm shock of rough heat against her womanhood.

She cried out.

His thumb tapped the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her legs shook, her bottom tilting higher, opening to his touch before she even realized what she was doing.

“Yes, good little prey.” He growled low. “Soft and pretty.”

Something inside her unfurled at his unexpected words. It was a strange sensation to hear a beast speak, much less of something besides violence and pain. And the way he was handling her… it didn’t hurt at all.

Driven by instinct, she spread her legs wider.

“Yes. Just like that.” He rewarded her, his thumb covering the swollen nub that ached for him, the rough pad working her over and over. Small circular movements that reverberated through her body with the force of a sonic pulse, leveling who’d she’d been and rebuilding her into something else. Someone else. A creature awash in pleasure. A vanquished captive who yielded all too easily to the beast, the lust inside her coiling tighter all the while.

The elders had taught that survival and pain were all an omega could expect from existence. She hadn’t known anything else was possible.

She had lain with a few clan males. Attempts at breeding were required of all fertile females and males since there were so few of them left. But those interludes had been fast, dutiful, fumbling exchanges that had ended in failure.

But now, head down, ass up, the beserketh’s firm grip at the back of her neck forcing her to rock back and forth on his hand, subject to his whims, she discovered a new potential facet to her existence: a dazzling, mind-blowing pleasure and exhilarating abandon.

She feared she was now ruined for anything else.

And he seemed determined to ensure she knew it.

“More.” One thick finger circled her slit, another the tight rosebud at her back entrance.

She bucked. Whimpered. But he gave no quarter, offered her no chance to resist.

His fingers sunk inside, each all the way to his knuckle, possessing more of her, claiming all he could.

Her small, chipped nails clawed at the cave floor.

She came apart with a scream.

Her body jerked beneath the onslaught, her limbs light and heavy at the same time, her bottom rocking against his hand as colors flashed behind her eyes, bright and beautiful and filled with such exquisite possibility and hope that she flew, catapulted high into the vast night sky by the beserketh’s touch.

She’d never experienced anything so beautiful. Never soared so high. Never felt so light and buoyant and free. It was extraordinary. Sublime. And… dangerous.

Dangerous because prey did not soar. It fled or died.

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