Page 31 of Ruled By The Alpha

For one mad instant beneath the beserketh’s relentless touch, she’d forgotten that elemental fact, but no longer.

Her eyes flashed open.

Shock slammed through her.

She didn’t justfeellight and floaty. Shewaslight and floating.

Her body might still be head down, ass up, but now she was suspended above the ground while the beserketh levitated with her, his attention one hundred percent focused on her body as his hand cupped the back of her neck and the other pressed deep inside her—seemingly unaware they’d left the rocky surface behind.

Until she screamed—this time in panic—and he lifted his head, his lust-filled gaze meeting hers.

They plummeted back to the hard dirt.

Chapter 3

The slam of bone against the ground was a vicious slap to Cheim’s senses. Especially after the exquisite bliss of a heartbeat ago. To add insult to injury, the fall loosened his grasp on his prize and sent him tumbling to the side.

Enraged, he roared, fangs flashing.

He had never been taken unawares before. Yet something must have snuck up from behind and tossed him and his prey into the air. It was the only logical explanation.

Muscles bunching for attack, he stepped in front of his plunder, his gaze sweeping the area for the foe seeking to steal her away.

He would rip the intruder apart and then bury himself in her wet, delicious heat. No one was taking her from him.

Only he didn’t see or scent an attacker.

Anger rising, his hand snapped out to pin her to his back, wanting her close until the threat was identified and subdued.

His hand closed around nothing.

Disbelieving, he swiveled to where she’d been. Except she wasn’t there.

Jumping to his feet, he scanned the room, panic a bitter taste at the back of his throat.

Nothing was faster than he.

Where had she gone? What had taken her?

The three massive boulders were still in place. Her ankle had been injured by the other beserketh. Running away was not an option.

So where was she?

She wasn’t an illusion. His palms still buzzed from the warmth of her skin and slick while her alluring scent filled his lungs. And the appendage between his thighs that had never given him any trouble stood hard and swollen, liquid seeping from the tip, as if it too wept with the need to be inside her.

This hunger was greater than any that had driven him before.

He. Could. Not. Lose. Her.

Pounding his chest, he threw back his head and howled—only to stop short.

There!Floating above, suspended in mid-air, a look of sheer panic on her face, was his missing female.

Snarling, he jumped, his hands swiping upward to grab her.

But even he, able to leap to the highest branches of the tall palms, could not reach where she hovered.

Nor could he fathom how she’d gotten there. He had never seen non-winged prey use such an escape tactic before.

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