Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,28

and strawberry-topped, their shape was beyond his wildest dreams of perfection.

Her every movement made them tremble, and his mouth watered, incisors sharp on his bottom lip. When the fur fell away as she sat up to her knees, he saw her delicious hourglass figure.

Next time he fucked her, it would be from the back. He needed those hips in his hands and that ass cushioning his pelvis as he pounded into his cock’s new favorite place.

"Monster," she murmured, her voice a whispered song. "I don't know where I am."

"You're with me." He took her hand and kissed her fingers, small and pale in his. Everything about her was fuckin' luscious and dainty.

Sitting down, he drew her to his cock, instinct to feed her this way and fill her up—to brand her from the inside out—striking him hard.

She covered him with her mouth, fingering the rings of flesh at his base. He let her play a bit while he put his hands all over her, exploring every bit of her satin skin he could reach.

When he heard someone setting a tray outside the door, he gave her an encouraging growl, causing her to flood between her legs and suck harder at his cock. She was so responsive, like playing a musical instrument.

The low rumble from his chest increased her urgency and her hands tightened, her tongue lapping at him in needy swipes.

Fisting her hair, he pushed her mouth down until he hit the back of her throat. Like pulling a trigger, his cum released. Her body spasmed as she drank from him, her need to take equally matched by his need to give.

"That's it, baby. Good girl. Drink me up."

She took it all, so dedicated to her task that he had to pull her off, nearly laughing at the absurdity of the smacking sound she made. She whined when he disentangled himself, her noise increasing to a screech the moment he stepped off the bed.

He reprimanded her with a bark, but she fussed in the nest like he might be leaving the sector and not just going to the door.

"I’m getting food and water, Naya. Settle."

As he brought in two big jugs of purified rainwater and the food he'd ordered, his eyes caught on the girl's registry mark. He'd need to look that up and find out who she was.

Later.

The insatiable little breeder tried to push him down and crawl on top of him again the second he came close enough, purring and smiling to convince him. Instead he gave her a sharp swat and turned her around, pulling her into his lap facing out.

Centering his cock against her sweet, swollen pussy, he sat her down on it, guiding her hips to show her how to get herself off. Then he opened a hand against the dainty swell of her belly, thumb tucked under her tits and bottom claw at the top of her slit.

Her hands went between her splayed thighs, pressing the length of him just where she wanted.

With a mewl, she began to rock herself against his cock, rubbing the monstrous thing against the hardened swell of her clit. He'd thought himself deformed, but she seemed to love it.

With his free hand, Darre demolished the platter of bloody meat. He fed Naya two little bites from his hand, knowing she didn't want it and too much would upset her stomach, but it pleased him to provide for her.

After drinking his fill of water from the jug, he made her take it too until he thought she'd swallowed all she could.

Her body moved the whole time, using him for her pleasure. He let her work herself up to a fevered pitch before moving her to her knees so he could get at her ass. Suddenly thankful for the elevated bed that kept it away from night beetles and other local pests, Darre realized he could stand behind her and be at the perfect height.

Keeping her rear high, he licked all the sweet and salty slick from her, teasing at her engorged clit just for fun. She wouldn't get another orgasm until she was tied tight with his knot.

It was pure delight to make her sing with need, to take what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted—to keep her at his mercy. Whenever she thought to get ahead of herself and be demanding, he'd stop and give her nothing but his breath, ghosting over desperate nerve endings.

"Pretty breeder. Worthy mate. You get what I give you."

"Need you, Monster. Need