Page 22 of Her Broken Alpha
It had hurt, she remembered. Hurt so much she shivered with the memory, craving more.
She wanted to taste him, to know him and connect with him in this fundamental way. Her mouth watered at the rich scent of his yearning. Of all the things she had prepared for, a need to put his cock in her mouth—to taste, to suck—wasn't one of them.
No one had told her she would want to do that. It certainly wasn't on the list of things to expect the doctor had given her.
"Girl. What do I call you?"
"Mate,” she said, grinning at him. Hands above her head, Naya arched her back, wriggling so that her chest jiggled.
His eyes followed the movement, but he frowned. "Your name? Or I will keep calling you girl."
"My name is Naya, Mr. Monster. Care to give me yours now?" She spread her legs wide, teasing him as she looked at that cock of his. She wanted it. Just a little taste.
"You will learn it soon enough, and not be happy you did, I imagine. Are you going to invite me in, or should I just force my way there?"
She giggled again. She couldn't help it.
Wearing a thunderous expression, he appeared impatient with her presence in his bed. But his hand worked his cock with increasing urgency, milking it for her. She scooted to the edge, making room for him as she held out her hand.
He only had one knee on the bed when Naya jumped at him. All her inhibitions gone, head in his lap, she covered his hand with both of hers, and captured the mushroom head of his root in her mouth.
"Fuck, girl. Fuck. Naya." His words were hoarse, desperate. Finally, his need matched what she was feeling.
The fluid from his cock was thick like a sweet glaze. She needed more of it.
Naya worked his cock in long strokes the same way he had. She thought his veins might be firmer, have more of a texture, but they smoothed out under her hands. The base was thicker than the head, the flesh strangely ringed. Pressing there, she discovered three slightly thickened ridges, one as wide as two of her fingers together.
"What's this?" she asked on an inhale. The texts from her omega reproduction studies had never mentioned rings around an alpha’s cock.
"A gift of the monster and a very long rut. My knot is deformed and never fully goes away." His voice was heated and low. The sound sent warmth through her middle.
His answer made no sense to Naya, but she would not press it now. Instead she adjusted herself so she could take him deeper into her mouth.
He settled himself into the nest, lying back completely. She made a sound of protest when his hands circled her waist and started to lift her.
"Easy, girl," he said as he rotated her body arranging them belly to belly, their heads at opposite ends of the bed. The position gave him the opportunity for a slow glide of his hands over her curves, testing her rounded flesh, smoothing over the soft expanse and sinking down to the swollen delta of her sex.
She felt the careful press of his strange claws down her seam, a tease she couldn't help but lean into.
Gentle; he was so gentle. The touch was light and reverent, fascinated. It enflamed her. Repetition of the action distracted her from his cock, but she had no intention of letting him go. She wasn’t finished yet.
As she craned around to see what was happening behind her, she caught him licking her slick from his fingers, relishing her taste. He brought his cupped hands to his mouth, his eyes rolling back in bliss.
The awed expression made her insides buzz. It was a good look for him.
Eager to explore the rest of his cock, she sank her mouth around and down the side of his shaft. She tongued the strange rings near the base, as if she couldn't truly know this part of him without the use of her mouth, lips, and tongue. Those rings of tissue had no give and stayed firm under pressure.
She concentrated on those rings with her left hand, squeezing and pulling down. He was so wide here her fingers didn't even come close to meeting. Hungry, Naya worked her other hand in tandem above while sucking. She followed her desires. Her tongue found a space on the underside of the organ that made his hips pulse when she lapped at it.
The act should have felt awkward with her head bobbing, hands moving, and body bent over him lewdly, but she reveled in the act, hungry for more. She never wanted to stop.
She kept on, womb kicking and vagina spasming in ecstasy with his every unrestrained noise. She drank him until his cock swelled even more and released a fountain of his savory essence.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he groaned, seed spilling onto her tongue. "Take it. Take me. Let me feed you, baby."
Senses consumed with him, she obeyed, getting as much of his essence inside her as she could.
"Shit. Didn't prepare for a breeder. No food. No water. Shit,” he said, taking deep, gasping breaths that moved her body with his.
