Page 46 of The Princess and the Pack

The haze of rut settles over my consciousness, pulling me under so the alpha within can take control. My aching teeth and throbbing knot are eager to breach the tender parts of my mate, and I’m finally ready to let my instincts lead.

Sloan’s eyes are nearly black with how wide his pupils have gone.

My sweet, tender alpha is practically unrecognizable, kneeling between my thighs with dark, desirous interest in his gaze.

“Look at your pretty cunt, petal.” He groans. “So wet, so eager for me to use it.”

A shiver runs the length of my spine as his hand meets my skin, trailing to the inside of my thighs until he’s stroking between my legs. He wasn’t lying; I’m so damn wet from his kisses—from his scent—and the way he handles me with delicate dominance.

“More,” I beg.

Sloan smirks, tugging the tunic from his body to reveal his broad chest and a smattering of hair that trails down into his trousers. I want to see what’s waiting for me beneath more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I can only imagine the size of him, given the massive expanse of his body. So thick, large—powerful.

“You’ll get more when I say, omega.”

Gods.

Any other time, I would riot—plead—but the aura surrounding my alpha speaks to total control, and I’m all too happy to submit to him.

Sloan’s fingers continue to slip between my thighs, never touching where I’m aching.Torturous—he knows it as well as I do, but he’s happy to watch me squirm under his hungry gaze. Making a mess of me for the simple fact he can.

This isn’t fair.

He’s been winding me up with his flirtation, sweet caresses, and filthy promises of trouble. Now I’m spread open for him in the middle of the goddamn castle grounds and he’steasingme.

“Alpha.” My whimpering is pathetic—useless, I’m sure. While Sloan seems the type to normally give in to my every whim, in this it appears he’s of the opposite mind. I’m his to use—to please.

His answering growl calls to some base part of me. A part that makes me want to roll over and present myself to him in offering.

My alpha finally takes some small mercy on me, circling my clit with a featherlight touch. I arch my back, overcome by the flecks of euphoria dancing over my skin. My nipples tighten, begging for his touch—for anything.But he only plays with me, strums me until I’m right on the edge of succumbing.

Without warning, two long fingers enter me. “You feel fucking incredible,” he moans, and in turn, so do I. He pumps them in and out, curling, beckoning me towards bliss. Whatever part of me he’s pressing against istranscendent.

“Yes,” I pant, spreading my legs wider. My toes curl, gripping the fabric beneath me as the telltale sign of release steals my breath.

Sloan snarls as I tighten around him, sliding his fingers out as if to punish me. “Not yet.”

Crying out into the night over the unfairness of it all, I manage to heave myself up onto my elbows so I can berate my bear of a mate. But I’m transfixed by him—by the swift way he loosens the ties at his hips and releases his cock. He strokes it, covering it with the wetness he gathered from between my legs.

I yelp at what I witness, catching us both off guard with the surprise. Sloan’s satisfied smirk tells me he knows precisely how shocking a sight this is.

Whatever yarn I spun about Cillian and his mythical longsword. This is…Sloan is…I can’t tear my gaze from thethicklength of my alpha. He is impossibly large—unthinkably long—and my eyes widen as I consider where allthatwill go.

“It will fit,” he says, dark and promising. “Every part of me was made for you.”

I don’t believe him. There’s no world in which I can take him. “Whatareyou?A dragon?”

Sloan chuckles, kicking off his trousers as he continues stroking himself. He presses the head of his cock against my wet cunt, tapping teasing touches against my clit, all as he stares at me. “I’ve never been so hard in my life. You’reflawless.”

I whimper, leaning back against the makeshift nest as heat washes over me. My skin feels tight—sensitive—eager to be pushed to my limits by thatmonstermy mate is wielding.

“Easy, petal,” Sloan soothes, his voice a low rumble. “You’ve taken Cillian’s knot. You’ll take me just the same.”

He leans over me, pressing his weight against me—kissing me until I can no longer breathe, let alone think about the impossibility of him inside me. He’s sogoodat that. Taking control, making me crave him.

My alpha collars me, a massive hand around my throat. He squeezes gently—a possessive sort of worship that has me aching—before trailing lower to my breast.

Hushed promises are whispered against my lips as Sloan breaks our kiss.

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