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Page 54 of Alpha Ruined

It’s beautiful.

He told himself he would only stay for a moment, but he finds himself sitting at her desk again, staring at her sleeping form.

Her breaths are soft and gentle, but he can smell the salt of her tears from before.

It wrecks him.

She mumbles in her sleep and turns on her side, subconsciously facing him. The moonlight dances on her features, and he’s so in love with her he thinks his chest might burst.

He can’t leave. Not with the way her scent permeates the room. Not with how hard his cock is, desperate to spurt cum and claim her.

So, he does the next best thing to joining her in her nest.

He goes under the bed, breathing in her scent and listening to the soft cadence of her breathing.

She needs him to be near her, even if she doesn’t realize it.

He can soothe her, help her through her pain by being in her presence.

His theory is proven correct as her scent sweetens, and she shifts in her sleep.

She lets out a pleased hum and a content sigh.

Then he hears the rustling of fabrics shifting, and a pair of silky, soaked panties falls on the floor next to him.

A rush of sweetness hits him, the scent of her arousal washing over him.

He fights back a groan as her soft noises fill the room.

His Omega is touching herself.

CHAPTER 18

BREE

She wakesup in the middle of the night buried under piles of blankets to an ache between her legs.

It takes her a moment to realize where she is and what’s happened.

Cole.

Her mating gland is just as sensitive as it was when he made her come, and it throbs in time with her clit, desperate for attention.

She kicks off the comforter and lets it fall to the floor, followed by her pajama bottoms.

She’s hot, her cunt aches, and Cole’s scent refuses to leave her alone.

Her fingers play with her clit, rubbing circles and dipping into her core to gather the slick that’s gathered there.

Her nipples ache, and she twists one roughly, crying out before she can stop herself.

Her silicone knot dildos are back at home, so her hand will have to suffice for now.

But as she slips her fingers into herself, she thinks of Cole, and the way his pale hands would look spreading her thighs open. She’s sure only two of his fingers could fit, while she pushes three of hers in and lifts her hips, choking out stuttered breaths.

“Alpha,” she gasps, letting herself imagine and what she really wants.

And what she really wants is?—




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