Page 86 of Her Broken Alpha
“I didn't understand, but I saw how connected they were. At peace. Later, beta girls just made me more aware of what I didn't have. No peace. No connection. Only messed around when I was drunk. But I didn't like the loss of control from being drunk, and I didn't like the empty feeling."
"Phee says that all alphas, even her husband, take betas. I know you wouldn't. I can feel it."
"There were no women in my tower before you, Treasure. You made me lose my head. I hadn't smelled an omega since—"
She stopped him. "Did you want my bite just because of my heat? Is this all biology?"
"Interrupting me, Naya?"
"You do it to me."
"I'm an alpha."
She felt his claws, just a tap, on the inside of her thigh. The threat turned her insides to jelly. She relaxed into his touch. Only her handsome alpha had claws.
"I hadn't smelled an omega for years,” he continued. “The king and my mother paraded them in front of me for a while. All ages. Too young for mating, married before, and just on the edge of a heat, smelling of musk and lust. They made my cock hard."
Naya leaned forward, closer to him.
"My cock was always hard. It was you, little thing. You. Your scent. The code of your being made to match mine. The perfect soft to my hard, laughter to my growl. The animal in me knew it, even if the man clung to some old promise he never should have made."
"Promise?"
He drew that claw all the way up the inside of her thigh. She felt the hard outer curve of it slide along the seam of her sex to her belly, his hand opening there.
Leaning in, Monster kissed her, a sensual glide of lips and breath to her cheek and the shell of her ear. In it he rumbled, "I don't know if you have noticed, but I can be very stubborn about not letting go of things."
At the word “stubborn,” Naya giggled. She couldn't help it. The man was more than stubborn. He was a monument to the glory of alpha obstinance and grit, harder and more immovable than any metal known to mankind.
He washed her, kissed her—tender and careful—before taking her out of the cooling water and wrapping her in the linen so she couldn't move. In their sleeping chamber, Monster sat her in his lap and fed her again with her hands pinned down. He was relentless in his need to care for her.
Soon she found herself stuffed with food and unable to take another bite. He chased crumbs with his tongue, making her laugh again.
Later, she lay in their nest in a daze, watching him pad naked to the sleep room door and open it at a knock.
Nixon’s voice made her gasp. There was just enough time to pull the linens over herself before the man walked in with a weird wooden thing. He ignored her as he and Monster set it up in the middle of the room. Whatever its use, it appeared adjustable.
Nixon took a couple of moments to explain. Afterward he went back to the door as if to leave, only to return with a box in his hands.
"The restraints are in here, and a few other things I thought you might like. All new. A belated bonding gift," he said. His voice held a conspiratorial tone that caught Naya's attention. She looked at the bench again.
The weird thing had six legs and a padded raised center with two low, long sides. It wasn’t a chair for sitting on, that she could see, nor a table.
The top of it opened in three places. Could it be the spanking bench Nixon had offered? Was Monster thinking to put her on that?
Pulling a fur over herself, she sank deeper into the safety of her nest. He wouldn't. Would he?
She couldn't pretend not to know why. He'd been grumbling about his rules all night, about her putting herself in danger and making him afraid. Naya had argued her right to protect her mate, but he silenced her every time with a kiss or distracted her with an orgasm. He’d kept her awake for hours.
Low-voiced, he and Nixon exchanged more information. They discussed his father’s presence in the district and that Crispin still lingered with him. The homing of the drones, the slumlord's possessions, and other details waiting Monster’s decisions.
She listened to her monster talk and felt herself drift away to sleep, the bench momentarily forgotten. All it took was his command that she get some more rest and a kiss on her brow, and she drifted away.
*
Waking to pleasure was no longer a strange thing. Naya felt Monster's presence and intentions inside her chest at all times—a warm adoration that kept her concern at bay. Some part of Naya's heart always knew where he was and what he was feeling.
When he returned to the room, pulling her blankets and furs away, she knew it was him. The distinct touch of her alpha followed the shape of her spine from neck to thigh, spanning her waist and hips and squeezing her bottom.
