Page 34 of Her Broken Alpha
He sucked hard at one breast while brushing his hand over the nipple of the other. "These are gonna fill up nice for my child. They’ll get even bigger, sweeter."
He played just long enough to get her all worked up and ruin the underwear she had on, then helped her get the too-small tunic off and dress herself in his roomier one.
His shirt was too long in the arms, gaped at the neck, and hung on her like a giant sack down to her knees.
"I'm going to need some support wear. I can't go around loose like this."
"I don't have anything like that. I wasn't planning on taking a mate. You can ask for one, but it might take a little time. Not a lot of shops and shit around here for women."
"I can bind them if you have some fabric or a bandage."
"Bind them? Wrap them up and flatten those beauties? No. Don't even think it."
"But—"
Monster snarled. "I said no. Naya."
This was exactly one of the reasons she'd wanted Crispin. He would never think to get in the way of women's business he didn't understand. This male thought nothing of throwing out a subject he didn't understand. What did he know about big breasts, how they hurt, or how cumbersome they felt? He didn't know anything.
She took the comb she found in the basket. Raking it through her wet curls and snarls in sharp, frustrated strokes, she swallowed down her comments about his highhandedness.
This was the type of bossy male she hadn't wanted in her life. She didn't need an alpha to tell her what to do or how to dress. She wasn't some idiot breeder doll who wanted a daddy to direct and control her every step. She was perfectly capable of managing herself, thank you very much.
She should have been watching him.
Putting his hand at her neck, grip firm, he tipped her head back so that she had to look at him. He growled the kind of growl that made her insides clench in pleasure and slick leak out of her.
It wasn't as pronounced as it had been during her heat, but if he kept doing that, she'd have a noticeable wet spot on her pants. It was so easy to envision a future where she walked around all the time looking like she'd peed herself.
Oh, help her. That was not something she had wanted either. She closed her eyes.
"Look. At. Me."
She didn't want to.
Monster tightened his grasp, using his hold to pull her up high on her knees. Towering over her, he growled in her ear, his lips just brushing her there, a whisper of touch to her cheek and forehead. The sound was pure dominance.
Her body loved it.
"Do I need to fuck you boneless, Naya?" he asked. "Is that what you want? I'm the mate you chose, and you will do as I say without any eye rolling or those little thoughts you were just having."
"Monster," she whispered. She was insane. She had to be. Because right now all her little thoughts were on bending over and begging him to use her.
She couldn't take her focus off his black eyes dancing over her face to her lips, which suddenly felt hot and swollen, then back to her green ones. A tremor of desire went through her, shaking her whole body.
Her heat was over. It was okay to be the needy slut during a heat. It was normal. There was nothing normal about wanting to mate again because her alpha was getting dominant. He robbed her of her self-control, took her over.
She never wanted this.
But she watched her hands reach out for him, slide over his naked chest, and try to bring his delicious strength and power close so that she could sink into it. She gave him a needy whimper.
"Pretty mate,” he said in his low, gravelly voice. He kissed her forehead before burying his face in the damp hair at her neck, scenting her just below her ear. "I need to get out of this room a bit. Have a conversation. Get some shit done. Stop distracting me or we will be here another eight hours."
"Okay."
"Okay." He took a deep breath, went to the clothes rack, and finished dressing.
At home, even with cream to soften and detangle it, working a comb through Naya’s hair took ages. Rolling around in bed, washing it, and then not at least braiding it had left her with impossible snarls.
