Page 65 of Choosing Her Alpha
Kane's whole body responded, back arching momentarily, hands moving crazily as he growled and sucked harder.
She loved that growl.
He sucked and swallowed, then paused to meet her eyes. His were glowing. "Yes, Sasha. So sweet. You taste so sweet."
He drank from her, suckling from each breast, drawing her nipples deep into his mouth until she was weeping with a new kind of pleasure-pain. Then he filled his mouth with the last of the fluid he'd drawn from her and kissed her. It was sweet and faintly milky, nothing like she’d expected.
"So good, Beauty," he said into her mouth. "Now you'll take from me."
He moved them until he was sitting, pulling her over his lap, the thick trunks of his legs under her so that she was face to face with his cock for the first time.
It glinted with slippery wet eagerness, long and thick, straight in a pillar reaching beyond the indent of his belly button. The skin was much darker than the skin on the rest of his body, an angry red at the slight flare of the head that darkened to purple, then to deep brown near his testicles. She thought it beautiful and magnificent compared to every cock she had ever seen.
The smell of him, their combined scent, made her dizzy. She captured his sex in her hands and lifted her mouth over him while Kane burrowed one of his hands against her scalp. She suckled at the thick shape, wrapping lips and tongue around it.
There was tugging and pulling on her long tresses as he undid her thick braid and filled his hands with it. He manipulated her hair over his belly and her back, using it to caress them both while she fondled, licked, and played at Kane's root.
He did not force her to hurry. His words offered only encouragement. "That's it, baby. Whatever you want. Take from me. Your touch. Fuck, your touch."
He talked the whole time, and she loved his broken, animalistic words. He spread her hair out in a curtain and left one hand on the back of her head, cupping her whole head, while the other reached down her body and began to play with her bottom. Fingers seeking her, she parted her legs so he could pet her properly.
Fisting both her hands, one over the other, and sucking at the top of his cock, Sasha developed a rhythm that changed the alpha's breathing, intent on conquering him and not allowing him to distract her with the masterful touch of his thick fingers stroking from her bud, over her entrance, and over the crease of her closed anus.
She whimpered, sucked, and worked him, heat lighting up her insides. She needed to taste him. She needed to come.
"Feed me. Please. Feed me," she croaked.
"Waiting for you to ask."
He pushed two of his fingers deep into Sasha’s back hole and he thrust his hips up, his cock bumping the back of her throat and erupting at her command.
The flavor was all Kane, musk and pure, hot gingery spice, thick as cream. She swallowed it all as he worked her with his fingers and gave Sasha her own pleasure. She gasped over him, resting her cheek against the base of abdominal muscles and burying her face in warmth and rough male hairs, nosing at his skin.
Sasha shifted a little, reaching around his waist in a hug, filling her arms with him and holding him tight while her other hand yet held the base of his cock. Exploring his taste, texture, and smell, she kissed her way to the round egg shapes beneath his cock. She licked at the sacks, curious.
"In your mouth, baby. In your mouth. And rub me here." He removed her hand and pressed her fingers against the sensitive span of skin between his balls and his anus. "Good girl."
His cock hardened again, firm and tall. When wet heat brushed her cheek, she turned her head to chase the taste. But his hands went to her neck, both of them, in a show of dominating possession. He used the touch to guide her back to her back.
"Kane," she simpered, arching into him and reaching for him.
"My beauty. All this beauty is mine."
His hands worshiped her hourglass shape from her shoulders down to her small feet. He took a moment to show her how beautiful she was, stopping to bite and bruise any areas not colored up to his liking.
Sasha was squirming to get away or get closer before he spread her legs and notched his cock again.
Since the position was different, the feeling was different too. On his way to breaching her womb, he found a place inside her that made Sasha's eyes go wide and her mouth open in a helpless, gawping silence.
"Good?" he asked.
She could only clutch at him as he continued thrusting, rubbing at that spot, banging at the door of her cervix. She saw him revel in his power to make her feel good, make her beg for more, even when it hurt.
Kane manipulated her heat, using her want to make her capitulate to his will, to take her to places she would never have been mentally free to go otherwise. He used his warlord's endurance against her, leaving Sasha in no doubt of who was claiming who. He moved her where he wanted her, tucking her legs over his arms, up to his shoulders, bending her in half, and his face reflecting his satisfaction of each new position.
There were moments when fear threatened Sasha, a dark thing at the edge of her consciousness informing her that pain was a bad thing, that things that hated her gave her pain, that Kane’s dominance was a terrifying threat. The fear was a bright, panicky flash—but it was instantly distracted every time—by something Kane did or said, a sound he made, or the comfort of their shared scents.
She was born for him, her heart and their newly forming bond telling her that he had waited years for a female who could take all of his predator self. He trusted himself with her. He believed Sasha strong enough to see his truths. His trust evaporated every misgiving, made deep and possessive emotions swell bright in her heart.
