Page 29 of Ruled By The Alpha

His kind was terrifying. Brutish. Cruel. A wall of unforgiving muscle and scars and bulging veins. A killer with no soul or capacity for feeling.

She’d kicked this one as hard as she could in its square, thick jaw and it hadn’t even flinched.

Yet his scent was… mouthwatering. Nothing like the foul stink of the other beserketh. This beast’s smell was crisp and heady, like fresh-cut palms during sowing season.

It made it hard for her to think. To do anything but beg him to come closer.

The moment his giant paw had closed around her ankle, an electric pulse roared through her, white-hot need sweeping right behind, as violent as a jungle tempest.

Which made no sense.

Not his effect. Not her reaction. Nor the sudden burning at her wrists and throat though she was nowhere near a flame.

And definitely not the irresistible urge to spread her thighs and rub against him, to beg him to sink deep inside her. Ruin her. Desecrate her. Drink her in. Fuck her. Rut her and never stop.

She’d expected his touch to cause her only pain, not make her long for greater pleasure.

“Hungry.” The guttural growl rumbled from the beserketh’s hulking chest.

It was enough to shock her into some form of self-preservation.

Screaming once more, she jerked against his hold. “Don’t touch me.”

He dragged her closer anyway, his jaw opening wide as her ankle lifted upward, his fangs flashing as the heat of his breath rolled against her skin.

Her breath seized in her lungs. This was it. She was about to be impaled on vicious fangs.

Except… there was no pain.

Instead, the firm, wet tip of a tongue stroked over the bone of her ankle. “Sweet.”

A shiver of pleasure rippled across her skin, bumps pebbling on her flesh as her nipples went tight and achy.

Confused, she fought it.

“Ripe.” This time, the tip of a fang scraped along her arch.

As if he’d tapped the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core, a rough pulse of need shot through her. Powerless to resist, she moaned.

He growled in response.

A new sound erupted from her, a soft, trilling purr, one she’d never made before. It vibrated from her chest as naturally as breathing. As naturally as the urge to wind herself around the beserketh and never let go. More than a noise, it was a plea. A secret language that spoke of yearning, of surrender and submission, of connection and belonging. As if a part of her had been waiting for him. Two separate entities, total opposites, destined to form a single harmonizing whole and restore balance to the galaxy. To themselves.

But that was madness.

Omegas and Alphas were prey and predators, not allies. Not complimentary parts or equals. And this one had dragged her into his lair with the promise of death in his stare.

Yet, somehow, that didn’t stop the siren hum vibrating from her chest and calling for him once more.

Her weakness frightened her, almost as much as the beast himself.

“Let me go.” She tried in vain to dislodge his grip.

He growled louder, his hold on her ankle tightening as his fang dragged up her calf. Bringing more pleasure. More heat and need.

Her breathing hitched.

“Mine.” Her captor’s tongue flicked out again, trailing over the sensitive flesh behind her knee as he pulled her even closer.

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