Page 27 of Her True Alpha
“What do you need?” His expression was curious, as if he couldn’t guess what she might need. The height difference put his cock lower down than it needed to be, too far away for her to even get a taste of the head of at her core.
“You know what I need.”
“You are not a child. Say it.” He dropped his head, kissing her cheek to her ear. His nose bumped her in a way that made her crave teeth. Why didn’t he give her teeth?
“Please, alpha, I want your cock.”
His body hardened all over at her confession, but he didn’t change his position. “Yes. Good.” He breathed the answer into her ear. “That’s good, Phee.”
She tried to bounce her hips, but he gave her little room. “Please, alpha. I need!”
He growled softly, a tease of sound making her breath catch. She felt that growl of his everywhere. It went from velvet to steel, from suggestion to control in an instant, effortlessly taking her over and commanding her center.
“Oh, please don’t. Not again.”
He made her afraid to come without his body locked to hers. She couldn’t take the shattering loneliness of her empty vagina another moment. He was here. She needed. Why wasn’t he inside of her? Was this just a game?
“You want my cock, Phee? Just that? Is that all you want? Because that is not all this is.”
How was he talking so clearly at a time like this? How was he even thinking? “Want cock, want you, want seed, want everything. Please.”
“Want it? Need it?”
“Yes! Need. Want. Yes,” she yelled in frustrated anger.
His storm had moved inside her. Phee was chaos without a place to land. He had to be her place to land, or else she would dissipate in an explosion with nothing left but dust. He had to be the one. There was no one else. Didn’t he understand anything?
His leaning down to kiss her neck had left his shoulder at the level of her mouth. She had to make him understand.
She bit him.
Tightening his arms around Phee, the alpha pulled her deeper into the center of his storm with a roar. His heart beat so hard and fast she felt it in echoing in her own body. Blood filled her mouth. Just like an animal, she didn’t care, taking the rich red of the alpha’s vital life force over her tongue and swallowing it. She drank him down. Claimed him for herself.
He was hers now. Only hers. There would be no fucking beta sidepiece, no wandering eyes or weak, fumbling caresses that turned into painful, rough growls and nothing else. None of that.
He was hers, so he gave her what she needed.
She was still gulping down the richness of their connection when his teeth met her skin and he gave her his bite too, sharp and deep. It hurt. But it also sent her soaring, careening through the beauty of the rolling storm they’d created together. Phee was all wings, and he was the fierce wind—together, they flew.
He bit her neck, her shoulder, and her breast on his way to sitting back on his haunches.
“Yes,” she hissed in delight.
Spreading her wide, pulling her down, he put her hand on his cock and said, “Take what is yours then, my heaven. Take what is yours.”
Phee did. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, wet bar of him and put him in place. As he thrust forward, her body welcomed him. He was perfect.
On his elbows so as not to crush her, head twisted so he could see her, the alpha made her his with each steady plunge of his hips. She whined in acceptance, every thrust opening her more, allowing her to take him deeper.
They were flesh and flesh, an alpha mating his omega. She didn’t know who she would be when her heat ended. After losing everything, this was a restitution Phee had never expected.
Her body clenched around Alreck’s, meeting his every thrust with her need. His hips moved her up the bed and he pulled her back. She felt the heat of his gaze pouring molten over her and taking stock of the way her breasts moved with his thrusts.
Opening herself as far as she could, curling her pelvis up, she tried to give more. It felt like she was opening places inside of her body and mind for the very first time. She had to open, to take—get him to her cervix where no beta or drone could accept him—so his pre-cum could knock upon the door to her womb.
His sweat and blood from the wound she’d left him with dripped on to Phee. She turned her head to catch it on her tongue.
“My heaven. Mine. Phee. Only mine. Omega.” Each word was the exclamation point to his thrusts.
