Page 48 of Her Broken Alpha
"Sweet treasure. You think because you can ride the monster that you tell him what to do?"
"Don't tease."
"But monsters love to play with their prey,” he explained. "It's what makes them good monsters."
He continued his thorough abuse of her nerve endings, waking her body. In the dark of the room, he listened close for every caught breath, each movement of her tensing muscles, reading her responses.
Did she like little sucking bites? Not on the sides of her tits—at least not as much as he did. He loved marking her up.
Did she like the touch of his teeth? He discovered that the threat of his ferocity made her shiver to her core, but it had to be used sparingly.
He memorized every inch of her beauty. Insatiable for the taste and texture of Naya’s skin, Darre suckled at her, kissed, and nuzzled, cuddling his face against her abundance.
His mate returned the affection and cradled him, allowing him to take his fill even as she started to beg. "Please, Monster, please."
"Shhhh. Poor baby. Poor treasure. It's all right. I know what you need."
The scent of her want soaked the room, the moisture of her need slipping down her thighs, slicking him where their bodies touched.
He didn't leave her breasts until her nipples were distended and her areolas swollen, pillowed by the abrasion of his raspy beard. Until he felt a physical response from her each time he brushed his thumbs across them.
"Please, please, please,” she pleaded.
"I need a taste of you, baby girl. I need to eat you up. I feel like all I've gotten so far is sips."
"But… but… please. We already..." She lost her words in a breathy moan.
Sweet, proper girl. She'd been raised right. In a good household, by good parents. She still couldn't say the dirty things she wanted from him.
"Little princess. My little princess,” he growled against her belly.
Darre missed the curve from the first days of her heat. He wanted to see that gentle swell of flesh—and more—again. It represented everything soft and female to him. The idea that her belly would become round with his child made his cock jerk, spurting essence at just the thought of it. He laughed at himself, grinding against the edge of the bed.
He moved farther down until he was kneeling on the floor and her pussy was right where he wanted. He would learn her needs here as well.
He licked up her slick, fed on her, delighted by her petaled flesh, and teased her with gentle touches before changing his rhythm again.
"I can't take it. Please. Please. Please!"
"You can take it, baby. You can take it all."
She came, hips jerking, body trying to curl over him and pull away at the same time. But he wrapped his arms around her and pressed in close, holding her tight, keeping her on the edge.
"Can't, can't, can't!" she chanted wildly.
He teased her entrance with the blunted tip of a forefinger while his still-clawed thumb rubbed over her feminine pucker.
She howled and bucked, trying to get away.
"Mine. You’re mine. My naughty little breeder girl. It's time for your punishment, Naya." He suckled on her clit, five sharp pulses that had her screaming.
He carved her down to nothing, found the core of her pleasure and pain and robbed her of every thought but him. She would lose herself completely, mind, body, and soul in what he was doing and what he wanted. By the time he was finished, he wanted her to feel possessed by him.
"Please, please, please!"
"So beautiful,” he murmured. “You are amazing. Perfect. I think I dreamed you up in my madness, treasure. I've gone over, gone so far over that I'm trapped in a hallucination—my every fuckin’ wish come true."
He teased her with one finger, pressing it in to the first knuckle, feeling her incredible, succulent wetness. Then with two fingers, he began pumping in and out.
