Page 67 of Alpha Ruined

Her head spins.

No one has ever asked her that before

“Cole,” she whispers, as he places her in the pile of blankets. “Come here and touch me.”

It’s all the permission he needs. He sits on the bed and she straddles him, the outline of his thick cock hard against the crotch of her jeans.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he groans. “So fucking pretty, and all for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

She may be on top of him, giving her the illusion of beingin control, but she knows she’s helpless to him. She whimpers, slowly pulling off her sweater and letting it fall on the sheets next to them.

The cool air hits her arms, and she freezes, paralyzed with sudden fear.

She can’t move.

Cole maneuvers himself from under her in a second and pulls her close to him. He kisses her, cupping her face with both hands.

“It’s just me,” he promises her, whispering against her lips. “Just us, from now on. Right?”

She nods, shakily wrapping her arms around his neck. His scent swarms her, warm, delicious, and pure Alpha, and she opens her mouth to let his tongue in. He tastes her slowly, one hand running down her throat and to her collarbone.

She shivers, and her thighs tremble as slick drips out of her cunt, soaking her underwear.

“You can see the scars,” she whispers. She still holds on to the insecurity, even as she’s dangerously close to an orgasm.

“I see them, but I also seeall of you,” he murmurs back, pressing a kiss to her neck. She moans at the sensation, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to give him better access. “And I want every fucking inch of that body. It’s all I want to see, from now on.” He brings his mouth to her mating gland, just as he did the other night, and sucks,hard.

Her insecurities are forgotten as her cunt spasms in her panties, a ghost of release flowing through her.

“Cole,fuck—” she gasps, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling. “I…it’s too much, I need?—”

“Lay back for me, Breana. Let me take care of you.” His words are sweet, but there’s no room for arguing.

It’s an order.

Clad in her tank top and jeans, she lays her head againstthe pile of pillows and looks up expectantly at him, ignoring her anxiety about her exposed arms.

“Beautiful,” he growls

His scent fills the room, making her head dizzy with arousal.

Her cunt pulses as she fumbles with the button on her jeans, lifting her hips to yank them down her thighs.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says softly. Her soaked core is on display, her white underwear ruined by her slick.

But Cole doesn’t touch her. Instead, he stares at the outline of her pussy, his pupils so wide they drown out the blue of his eyes.

“Let me take care of you,” he says. “Tell me to stop, and I will. You have my word.”

She believes him. He may be intense to the point of obsessed, but she knows he wouldn’t touch her without consent.

Would he lock her in a room and throw away the key? Maybe, but that’s Bree’s concern for another day.

All she knows is that she needs to come, and his scent is so delicious it’s intoxicating.

She nods, granting him permission, and a wicked grin spreads across his face.

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