Page 64 of Ruled By The Alpha

Undressing and bathing in the stream with Syra was torture.

He didn’t want to be filthy and stink of other Alphas when he brought her to nest in his camp, but the delay was excruciating. So much so that he had no patience for trying to dress while wet, so he’d gathered all their things into a ball and had her hold them while he carried her back to camp, both naked as the day they were born.

It probably wasn’t the wisest idea, but he’d scented no other men on the trek back down the mountain, so Riden thought it likely the two Alphas had been a pair of outcasts with no pack or band of their own nearby.

Hell, even if there had been, the way he was feeling, he could have taken on the world and won, nude or not. No one was going to stop him from tending Syra through her heat.No onewas going to take her from him.

The poor thing. She tried so hard to be stoic, but she squirmed and whimpered the whole way back. As hard as a rut was for an Alpha, it was nothing compared to the struggle an Omega experienced during her heat. Had they been better acquainted, he might have teased her for being restless, but knowing how vulnerable she felt, he didn’t dare. Besides, her noises were cute, and her squirming only urged him to move faster. Riden couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her sweet body and see what noises she made for him then.

When they finally reached camp, he sat her down gently, mindful of her bare feet, despite the distraction of the tantalizing scent still leaking from her quivering thighs. Syra tossed the sodden and dirty clothes to the side and made a beeline for hisbedroll, where she fell to her knees and started fussing with his blankets.

Grinning at how quickly she bent to the task, he pulled another blanket and a few pieces of clean clothing from one of his bags and handed them to her as well. “I know it isn’t much. Hopefully, it’s enough.”

“It’ll have to be.” She muttered, too busy to bother acknowledging how he hovered behind her with his cock bobbing eagerly above her head. “Better than I had, anyway.”

“Well, at least it’s an improvement, then.”

“Of course it is. I’m with you this time.” She clucked annoyance as she plumped and smoothed his blankets, her beautiful, heart-shaped ass and glistening pussy taunting him with the knowledge that he had to wait until she finished to indulge in her. You didn’t rush an Omega when they were preparing a nest, especially when you had so little to offer her in the way of materials. Every Alpha worth his salt knew nesting was important for an Omega.

Finally, she shifted to face him and sat back on her heels. All her prior shyness at him seeing her naked seemed to have evaporated. Her shoulders were no longer rounded, her eyes didn’t dart away from his. She sat proud and impatient, so eaten up by need and desire that she reached for him instead of speaking.

He should have told her to invite him in, should have observed that part of the ritual. The way her eyes sparked when he took her hands and allowed her to pull him to his knees, he thought she might have savaged him if he’d wasted the time.

Syra fell back in the blankets and opened her thighs, tugging him down over top of her with a determination he didn’t dare deny. Once she seemed content that he was following where she led, she released his hands and hooked her legs over his thighs before sinking her fingers into his hair.

“I don’t want to go slow the first time, Riden. Please don’t make me.”

He let her pull him closer, smirking as he brushed his lips against her own in a light kiss. “Only the first time?”

“Don’t tease me! I know how you’ll be. You can worship me later. Right now, I just want you to take me.” She surged up, her mouth crashing against his own in a passionate kiss that obliterated any thoughts he had of taking it slow just to spite her for bossing him.

Riden growled and gave her his weight, pinning her to the blankets and grinding his aching cock against her belly as their tongues mingled and danced. He gathered her hands together above her head, pinning them beneath one of his own as he delved deeper into the taste of her, groaning when pleasure bloomed in his core and spread tendrils of heat through his body. Beneath him, Syra whimpered and twisted, tried to buck her hips, seeking the friction he’d yet to give her.

He broke their kiss and dipped his head, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her throat, nipping lightly at the delicate flesh that remained unmarked, unclaimed. “Iwillworship you, Syra. I will worship you in any way I see fit and for as long as I please.” He declared with a throaty chuckle. “But this time, we will do it your way, my wild woman. Just this once.”

He lifted and rotated his hips, notching his cock at her entrance as he worked kisses into the hollow of her throat and up her jugular before returning to taste her mouth for a second time. The tinkling, honeyed sound of her purr bubbled up as he kissed her, drenching him in soothing sweetness that only an Omega could give a man like him.

Riden gave her his own purr as he breached her heat, losing himself in the harmony of their combined rumbling as he sank deep into that tight channel.

If there was a heaven in this bleak, desolate world, he was fairly certain he’d just found it.

Chapter 10

True to his promise, he didn’t take her slow that first time. Or the next, or the time after that. Syra could only grit her teeth and bear the excruciating pleasure of his fucking, each thrust jarring her bones and setting her body alight with a new pulse of ecstasy the likes of which she’d never felt.

Mouth, teeth, tongue, hands and cock, Riden swallowed her up, filling her world with his presence. A blissful and willing sacrifice to his passion, Syra encouraged him with sound and touch alike, reveling in how alive being with Riden made her feel.

Years of her life she’d spent feeling nothing but fear and exhaustion. There’d been little joy or pleasure since the war, even less since her parent’s passing. But here, in the farthest reaches of her travels when she’d resigned herself to being alone, she’d found a gift she never expected.

She’d foundhim.

He fucked her relentlessly, driving her through orgasm after orgasm with the determined focus of a man on a mission. Apparently, Syra mused as the pads of his thumbs rolled over her nipples while she panted through the backside of yet another orgasm, that mission was fucking her senseless.

Well on his way in only the first hours of their intimate time together, she wondered idly if she’d survive the next few days at his mercy. A languid smile stretched her lips at the thought.

Syra lifted her cheek from the blankets where she’d been face down as he fucked her, the already familiar slowing of his tempo signaling the coming of his knot. He was gentler as the knot swelled, his thrusts less rocking and wild. She folded herarms under her chin and closed her eyes, sighing contentment as he shortened the stride of his movements to keep the growing knot from stretching her entrance while he continued to move his fingers over her clit, working for her pleasure even as his own orgasm built.

“I think I could spend the rest of my days like this and not be the slightest bit sorry.”

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