Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,30

felt overheated, and the under-the-skin itch was gone.

But Monster would do things. Growl at her. Touch her. Torment her. Her body responded no matter the hurt, hunger, or exhaustion. Her heat might be over, but his rut showed no sign of slowing.

She was likely pregnant. With his biological imperative fulfilled, some sanity should have returned to his predator brain. They would still mate daily, but this hourly business should be done with. It should have stopped yesterday or the day before.

Without a clock or a window, it was impossible for her to tell time, but Naya felt certain her heat had lasted at least three days. This was day five of the fuck marathon.

At home she had planned for the average estrus cycle. Her room had two windows, a wall clock, and a little glass clock on the table next to the bed. Her mother would have brought food and water, and on the third day, Mother would take Naya to bathe, eat a light meal, and get ready for the bonding ceremony. Her father and one of Crispin's family members would have taken him to do the same.

Everyone would have been there to celebrate with them.

Here—wherever here was—she was with an alpha who wouldn't stop humping her. There would be no ceremony. No light meal or her preferred butter-heavy meal. No family.

What had she done?

Naya didn't know anything about this alpha—not his real name, not his family connections, and not even where he worked. She didn't know where he lived or where they were now. She didn't know anything, and she had given him not only her bond, but her breeder’s blessing. An irrevocable connection had been formed between them.

"Mmm,” he hummed in her ear. His hand at her breast gently squeezed, rubbing her nipple against his callused palm. "Settle, my little thing. Settle."

He purred, a beautiful, deep velvet rumble that turned her to mush every time. He'd known she was getting upset.

"I'm hungry, Monster. Can I have some food?"

"In a minute. Lemme finish this knot. This one last time. Then feed you."

She closed her eyes. "Not with... Not with your cock, Alpha. I want actual food. My heat is over. I need a proper meal. Can your cook make a tuber milk soup? Or butter pastries? Maybe there's a shop?"

He laughed low—it wasn't one of his nice ones. "No tuber milk soup. No pastries, treasure. Not here. Will get you some chicken soup or something. Just after this knot. You feel so good. So tight. Go so fucking deep."

She winced. "Do you have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Use those ugly, crass words?"

Another laugh at her expense, as if he knew something that would embarrass her and he couldn't wait to see it happen. "Oh, my princess. Sweet, sweet little princess."

"Don't make fun of me," Naya said testily.

He worked his hand between her thighs, finding her clit and waking it with his fingers. Even though she was also bruised there, it still felt lovely and made her blood sing. Very conscious of his claws, she opened her thighs, stretching her top leg backwards over his to grant him better access.

"It’s so difficult not to tease you, treasure. You don't know whose den you are in or the kind of place you now live. It's been years since I have met naïveté and ignorance such as yours."

"I was kidnapped. Drugged. Then my heat. How can you…"

She trailed off with a moan. It hurt, but it also felt good as he thrust his hips a little harder in tandem with his hands now that his knot had shrunk.

"I can do whatever I please, treasure. Do you know who kidnapped you?"

He made it hard for her to talk. Her answer got trapped between bad hurts and good hurts. He pulled his cock out of her with a flood of come.

"I'd like to know who plucked a princess from her tower and sent her to the sector of the damned."

"I don't know."

Monster slid his hand over her mound. "You probably do know." His words landed heavy in the air. The thought that someone had betrayed her grieved him.

She wanted to reassure him that this was not the case, but his hands were doing things. Gods help her. Would it ever stop?

"Can you come for me again, treasure?" he wanted to know.

He brought her to three more orgasms before she was too exhausted to think more about his questions.

*

The smell of chicken broth woke her.

Her head was in Monster’s lap, and he tugged at her