Page 35 of Rocked By the Alpha
There is an order in his voice, one she can’t fight when she’s high on her heat. Lifting her heels onto the bed, she parts her legs wider and he groans, shifting in closer. Slick trickles from her hole and between the cheeks of her ass. She positions the dildo at her entrance and pushes it up inside her. It doesn’t feel right and she whimpers with frustration as she pumps it in and out of her pussy.
“You don’t like it?” he asks.
“No! I don’t want it. I want you.”
“Show me how you use it. How you really use it.”
She growls herself, but he reaches up and nudges at the dildo in her hand.
“Alpha,” she sobs, and he wrenches the dildo from her pussy and flips her onto her stomach. Leaning his weight down on top of her, he nips at her shoulder. Then drags his teeth over to her neck and halts at her gland.
“Tell me what you want.”
His hard cock digs into the cheeks of her ass, hot and slick with pre-come. She pushes back against him, riding her ass up and down his shaft. “This.”
He lets her work him but when his head knocks against her entrance, he slams his way inside, lifting her right up onto her toes, her fists curling into the bed sheets.
“This?” he asks.
“This.” She closes her eyes and loses herself to the feeling of him fucking her. In and out, in and out, Banging against her sensitive spot, balls hitting against her clit.
It’s never been this primal, this raw with anyone else. Intense, obsessive, dangerous. It frightens her. And she loves it. She’s always loved it, loved straying right to the very edge and staring right into oblivion. She wants him to destroy her. Thoroughly, utterly, completely.
She stuffs the cover into her mouth, smothering her pleads for him to bite her. Her gland screams in her neck. She wants his teeth there. Deep in her flesh. Claiming her completely. She wants to be his. She tells him over and over, but the bedding in her mouth smothers her words.
* * *
After that, the heat starts to wane and she almost regrets it. Will this thing between them end with the waning of her heat? West Stone, player, rock god, millionaire, won’t hang around now he’s had a taste of her at her sweetest. He’ll have eaten his fill and he’ll move on to the next girl, the next Omega.
“How are you feeling?” he asks her on the fourth day, handing her another glass of water to drink.
“Better.” But better isn’t the right word. She’s herself again. But is this better? She likes being at his mercy, his disposal. She likes to hand herself over to him. To be used again and again.
“Want to take a shower together, then, before I head off?”
She chugs down the full glass of water, her mouth dry after the heat that’s raged through her body. Then she shrugs. “Sure.”
He brushes a hand through his hair and the side of his mouth tugs in a smile.
“What’s so funny?” she asks him.
“You’re obviously feeling better. An hour ago you were begging me to fuck you in the ass—”
“I did not beg you to fuck me in the ass. That’s wishful thinking—”
“And now, you’re all,” he shrugs his shoulders and puts on a voice, “sure, whatever.”
She rolls her eyes, and he takes her hand and tugs her to her feet.
The bathroom is one of the things she loves most about her house — the standalone bath with claw feet and the walk-in shower especially. But standing inside the shower with a 6ft something Alpha it suddenly feels tiny.
Not that she’s complaining. She likes him pressed up against her body as the warm water tumbles over them both.
“Turn around, Omega, and I’ll wash your hair for you.”
“I can wash my own hair.”
“I want to do it,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. And a warmth blossoms in her chest that she can’t explain. She wishes he wouldn’t do that. It almost tricks her into believing this thing between them could be real.
