Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,33

talking about the wonders they had seen while patrolling the Un. Older than Naya by decades, she wouldn't have known them without their letters and few brief furloughs. The three of them made life outside her home sound like an adventure.

Her mother had tried to discourage their storytelling and bawdy talk. It riled up Naya’s younger brothers and encouraged her misty-eyed daydreaming.

But her dreams hadn't included the run-down, neglected, seedy Sector 2 with its scratching and crawling things in the walls.

The first time she had ever been beyond her street and out of her sector, she'd thought herself caught in a nightmare. Now she had a mate who called himself a monster. She wouldn't expire from the pleasure he gave her. No nightmare, this.

She'd spent the last few months preparing for the adventure of picking out her own furniture and linens. Planning and preparedness was essential for a peaceful life. She liked order, predictable outcomes, and safe choices.

This place frightened her.

The building was old, made of ancient materials. The betas had carried her up several flights of stairs to get here. It could fall apart, collapse at any moment with her and Monster trapped inside.

She didn't even have any clothes.

The door opened. "What's this? Are you going to cry? I leave you for ten minutes and you're ready to cry?"

She rubbed at her eyes and stifled a humiliating hiccup. "I don't know where I am."

Monster crossed the room and picked her up, holding her as if she was a child. "You are with me."

"That's what you said before."

"And it's all that matters now. You chose me."

Naked, the monster walked them out the door he'd just come through. Naya started to protest, but the hall beyond was deserted. It had the same feel as his sleeping chambers—aged and decayed. Lined with doors, some walls had holes in them and looked patched with salvage. It was all somewhat clean, but nothing was new.

They went into the room with the box-like shower. He filled a bucket with water, explaining, "There’s no plumbing, but I control a couple of big cisterns. Unless there's a drought, we are fine, but everyone knows not to waste water. No more long, hot showers or baths for you, princess."

He let her use the toilet first, showing her how to use the bucket of water to flush the waste.

"Pour it fast. You don't need too much,” he said and tipped the bucket. She watched in fascination as the quick flow of water "flushed" the toilet.

Crowding her into the box with him, he opened the valve over her head without warning. She gave a shout and slapped at the ladder of his abdominal muscles.

"That's cold!"

"Naw. That's warm. Cold is when I have to send someone up to break it loose to get it moving."

He manhandled her, putting her where he wanted her, shutting off the flow of water and soaping her hair. She let him do as he pleased.

His hands were everywhere, returning to her breasts and nipples time and again as if they were filthy and needed extra attention. He drew her close and washed down her back and over her bottom, squeezing and shaping her flesh as he went.

"I can wash myself,” she said. His touch made her crave him until she was moaning.

He grunted. "Wish I could reach your pussy better. You are so tiny. Might be time to invest in some kind of tub. Bathing you would be worth the water."

He put her hands on his cock and showed her how he liked her to touch him. "Look at me. I want to see your emerald eyes, your pouty mouth. I dicked you so much I'm raw. I can't get enough of you."

He covered her hands with his, adding pressure, moving faster. His member jerked under the abuse, spurting creamy white cum all over his belly and their hands. She caught some of it and licked it up. She was addicted.

Addicted to him.

Naya hugged him then, trapping his still-hard cock between their bellies. She nuzzled at the hair on his chest, kissing, licking, and biting while her hands tripped over his burly shape. She found every scar within reach and loved them with her hands, her mouth, even her breasts, rubbing against him shamelessly.

"I told myself I'd leave you alone, give you a break, but then you go and do that." Turning the shower lever, he opened the water on them again before setting his hands around her waist and picking her up. "Arms around my