Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,47

his. Sounds came out of his chest and there was moisture in his eyes as she increased the pressure of her plush lips. Her tongue lapped against his and at his teeth, not taking or battling, but pouring into him.

He arched, lifting her and pushing himself deeper. He had to be careful now, though—it was time for other pleasures. Time to keep the door to her womb safe and closed, nurturing the seed he’d planted there.

He breathed her in, inhaling his little treasure as the monster took the pure, unreserved rush of her giving.

Her smell made his head swim as the girl bared her soul to him, gave her life essence to him. She surrounded him with fields of nectar-heavy violets lush with promises.

He felt her come into his being like an adrenaline rush, pushing out age, anger, and pain.

Naya lavished her breeder’s blessing on him. She forced it through their shared bond and past his every barrier. The dense, rich golden oil of it streamed over and into his used warriors' body and remade him.

Capturing her face in his hands, he gifted her with a kiss that drank deep. A voracious creature by nature, he couldn't stop taking—licking into her mouth, nipping at her lips, breathing in her scent, and devouring her gentle kisses with fierce, greedy ones.

This beast would drink of her until there was just a tiny spark left. Except this was not that kind of fountain; Naya was a source that could not run dry and would never ask him to leave. Locked together now, entwined by more than emotion, her blessing for her chosen one was bottomless.

He had wanted to shatter her.

She shattered him instead. Shattered him and healed him.

He could do nothing more than tire her out and put her to sleep. Her conquest of him had washed away his wild desire.

Monster gentled.

He softened his kisses. Less taking, more connecting. He let her breathe, let her sigh over him and kiss his cheeks and his damp eyelids while his hands started their play over her beautiful body.

He let the man free, and together—whole—they loved their woman, pleasuring her again and again with reverence and adoration.

When she fell asleep, it was wrapped in the safety of his arms with a smile on her face and his purr in her ears.

He let her rest as long as he could. He wanted her filled up with the sweet and easy nature of their lovemaking.

But no part of Darre was sweet and easy.

Leaving the nest, he went to his office. The night scape darkened the exposed windows. Without power, Sector 2 only had fire or cheap generated power to create light, leaving plenty of room for the natural star strewn sky. He could see the yellow-white glow of lamps and fires, sparks of life in the night.

The dark muffled and disguised the outside from him, hid the decay and misery caused by his revenge, but he knew it was there.

He had destroyed hundreds of lives in the name of his fathers repeated betrayals, insults and petty cruelties. For the want of a woman, he made the world around him as miserable as he was.

That girl had been gone for years, and still he had raged with a false, bastardized link, an anomaly formed through desire and obsession. A binding to a ghost.

Darre had been doing his father's bidding out in the wilds of the Un, smashing the wills of weaker alphas and reforming beasts into men for his father's cause while he waited for the call home and the one thing every breed male ached for.

He'd been so fuckin’ patient, trusting his father—his family—to take care of his interests—to protect too-young Alennie until she'd gone through her full maturation and could accept Darre as her bond-mate and husband.

She was a perfect, shy little girl with no one to protect her. Rhineholth had taken her and other orphaned girls into his home as their guardian.

Omegas were precious, sensual miracles, born for pleasure and reproduction. They had to be protected. Guarded. Their smell alone could reduce a male to nothing more than his animalistic need to claim her. Young men still lacking control over their bestial drive to fuck everything in sight were not permitted to be around them.

That was what breed were at their core: instinct-driven. A rational mind was a weak thing compared to their senses. Take away their fake politician's smiles and dressed-up hypocrisy and they were mere animals, no better than the packs of the Un.

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