Page 84 of Alpha Ruined
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Cole’s furious at her,and the spicy scent of his anger fills her cabin as he shuts the door behind them.
And maybe it’s fatigue or her impending Heat, but she’s ready to fight.
“I don’t have to tell you every time someone bothers me,” she snaps, and he pauses in the front room. “I’m an adult, Cole. I can take care of myself.”
The spicy scent of his anger fills the room as he stalks toward her. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at him despite the anxiety bubbling in her chest. He looks ready tokill, just as unhinged and terrifying as the first time they met in the prison. “I’ve done just fine without you until now. You don’t need to knoweverylittle thing that happens to me.”
He fills her space until her back is against the door. “There’s two things you’re wrong about,” he growls. “First, Eugene isn’t alittle thing.He’s dangerous, and you should havetold me or fuckinganyone.And secondly…” His lips are inches from hers and pulled into a devilish smirk, “…I can and will knoweverythingabout you.” He slaps his palm against the side of the door, caging her in as he leans closer. “After all, Ididtell him you’re my wife. And I’ve had so much fun playing house with you the last few days.”
His words thrill her. Even through his anger, the scent of his arousal swirls around her, calling to her inner, desperate Omega. His lips are inches from hers, and she bares her teeth at him.
“You’re a psychopath,” she spits, and the corner of his lip quirks.
“And you’re wet for me. So, pretend you hate it all you want, but we both know you like it. I wonder what that says about you, exactly?”
Infuriating man.
When he leans in to kiss her, she nips at his lip, and he scoops her in his arms. She yelps as he carries her over his shoulder and deposits her on the couch, climbing over her.
“You’re right, baby,” he growls, working to unzip her jeans. “I’m fucking furious at you. We have the same conversation over and over, but you can’t seem to fuckinglisten.”
She whimpers as she lifts her hips, helping him pull down her jeans. He tears her panties off, the fabric soaked in her fluids as he tosses them to the floor. “Can’t take you anywhere, Breana,” he chuckles. “Any longer and you would have ruined poor Darlene’s couch.”
“Smartass,” she bites out, even as her cunt begs for his attention. She’s exposed to him, the cool air hitting her pussy as she squirms in anticipation. “You can’t just come here and take over my life, and be angry if I don’t tell you—oh?—”
He kneels on the couch and lifts her legs so they’re on his shoulders, and presses a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. Hisstubble tickles her sensitive skin, and her mouth falls open when he licks at her clit.
“Even your poor clit is swollen,” he chuckles, his eyes burning into hers.
“Don’t tease,” she pants, squirming in his grip. He holds her down by her hip with his hand, pinning her in place.
“You’re in no position to tell me what to do,” he murmurs. “Maybe I want to take my time with you. Convince you why you should never leave the house when I’m not there.”
She moans and pulls at his hair, but he remains stationary, his mouth hovering just above her cunt.
“Cole…”
“Wrong name.”
“Alpha.”
“Thereyou go, good girl.”
He rewards her with a gentle suckling of her clit, and she lets out a sob at the sensation.
Her entire body is flushed and oversensitive, and she arches her back, desperate to grind her slit on his face, but Cole’s hand keeps her steady. Her slick stains his lips and chin, and she whines for more, but he just chuckles into her cunt.
“Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
“Mmm…please?—”
He rewards her with another slow lick up her slit, making obscene sounds as he slurps up her juices.
“You can do better than that, baby.”