Page 38 of Ruled By The Alpha

Her defiance and lack of fear should have angered him. Instead, his cock twitched. Even more odd, his lips lifted upward, a strange warm sensation blooming in his chest.

“Tell me.” It occurred to him too he had one too.Cheim.He’d occasionally referred to himself like that, though he couldn’t remember who had given it to him or why. And he’d definitely never conversed with anyone long enough for them to want to know what he was called. Most usually just named himmonster. Orbeserketh beast.

Accurate. But not for her.

He wanted her to know his real name.

He wanted to know hers, too. Wanted to know everything about her. And not only because when you knew everything about something it was easier to track and possess.

“I am called Cheim. Now you will tell me your name.”

“No.”

“Please.” He repeated the word that seemed to be the most effective. He’d heard the sound from the lips of other humanoids begging him not to rip them apart. It hadn’t held any meaning then, but when she’d used it—especially when he’d had his tongue deep inside her—the power of the word had become apparent. It was now a word he liked very much.

“Fine,” she conceded. “My name is Anara.”

Success.

“Ah-narah.” He repeated it, the sound sliding over his vocal chords and down his belly to his balls, a soothing vibration that had him wanting to fist his cock and shout the word over and over again until he shook with the satisfaction of it.

The sensation of her name on his tongue was decadent. Mouthwatering. Sweeter than blood and gore. Almost as tasty as her honeyed nectar.

But everything about her was delicious.

“Tell me more.”

She startled, her expression immediately wary, her body dipping once more before she recovered and righted herself.

“Why?” Wariness flared in her gaze.

“I want to know.”

“Why?” Her lips—usually puffy and pink—flattened into a harder line while tiny wrinkles formed between her eyes.

He hadn’t noticed before, but he found the arrangement of her features pleasing—and worrisome.

Each part of her was so tiny and delicate, from the wisps of her long lashes to the tips of her little toes. All of her so easily broken. Especially if she fell.

He would need to work hard to keep her safe.

“I am....”—he searched for the right words—“trying to learn.”

She floated a little closer. “I see. I suppose it’s a good thing that you want to know more about us.”

“You.” He corrected. “It is you who I want to know. And touch.”

The scent of nervousness rose from her, but something else as well. A fresh, sweet, flowery scent. Like the sweet slick between her thighs. Indicating she was pleased. He liked that a lot too.

“Well, I am from the clan omega. We are… were a peaceful, migratory population that has been on this planet since as long as our elders can remember.”

Peaceful meant prey. Lucky for her, that was not the case anymore. No one but him would be touching her ever again.

He nodded and urged her to continue.

“More?” She seemed uncertain.

“I want to know everything.”

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