Page 117 of Alpha Ruined

“I just don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” Cole’s voice is gentle, but his eyes burn with intensity.

“Why did you start? What made you do all this?” she asks, wringing her hands.

He presses a kiss to her hair, and she leans her back against his chest, his purr vibrating through her body. “They’ve always smelledwrong,” he admits. “The evil ones, the ones that got away with it or played the system, they made mesick.Being around them in court would cause headaches so strong I thought my head was going to burst. It made everything easier when they were dead.”

She blinks. “You couldscentif they were a bad person?”

“Yes. And the ones I killed deserved it. I’ll never regret killing them, but I regret making you fear me because of it.”

She wonders if this is how Ellie felt when she was with Erik.

Did Erik ever apologize to her?

Cole pulls her out of her train of thought by taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. “I suppose I went about doing everything wrong when we first met.”

“I suppose you did,” she mutters.

“I have no plans on ever killing again, unless you or the kitten are at risk. You’re my mate. I’ll always protect you.”

“I know,” she whispers.

As he holds her on the couch, in the home he purchased for them, she knows she’s already forgiven him.

Does that make her a horrible person?

She finds she doesn’t care.

“You’re not alone anymore,” he tells her softly. “I could sense your pain these last two weeks. It fucking killed me, sweetheart. You never have to feel that way again.”

She swallows a lump in her throat and leans up to kiss him. It’s soft, so different from the ones when they were in the kitchen. He responds in kind, his mouthwatering scent invading her senses.

“Never again,” he growls, as she swings her legs over his hips to straddle him. “I’ll never let you feel that way again.”

The kisses turn heated as she pants into his mouth, rubbing herself against his lap. His hands move to her waist,forcing her down against the outline of his cock and creating fiction between them.

Mine, her inner Omega purrs.

“Yours,” he hisses, and she realizes she’s spoken out loud. “C’mon, baby, take what’s yours.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. She doesn’t bother to unbutton his shirt. She tears it open, exposing his sculpted chest. He groans as she buries her face into his neck, sucking and nipping hard, purposely leaving marks on him.

Slick drips down her cunt and into her panties, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer. It’s been too long since he’s been inside her.

She scrambles off Cole long enough for him to unbutton his slacks and her to shuck off her jeans and panties. His cock juts out, thick and massive, with the tip already glistening with precome.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Sit on it, sweetheart. Bounce on it.”

Grabbing her hips, he pulls her back on him, his length sinking into her slowly.

He looks at her with wonder in his blue eyes, his lips slightly parted.

“Look at you,” he breathes, as she works her hips. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Take it.”

His hands grope her ass, his palms squeezing her mercilessly as she rides him. He pulls down her tank top and bra, exposing her nipples as he sucks on one viciously.

She screams, bouncing on his cock until her pleasure crests.