Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,67
would never fight. This morning, he noticed she was sweeter, her female musk a deeper in tone, imprinting new regions of his brain.
She finally tasted and smelled like his fully bonded mate.
The woman who carried his young.
When her heat ended, he’d assumed that his seed had taken root. He had filled her over and over. He had bred her. But now he could taste it, smell it, feel it in their connection.
His child, his baby, was growing inside this tiny, fearless female. It was smaller than his fingerprint, yet held the promise of his line, his future, his every desire.
An odd effervescent feeling filled his chest, creeped over his head, and dizzied him. The Mad Monster of District 2 was happy. Outside his encounters with Naya, he couldn't remember ever feeling this lightness. This sense of completion.
As fuckin' insane and unfathomable as it was, he had a mate. He would be a father.
Her scent was already changed enough that he’d decided to send an order to Alreck to put away the breathers. He was glad. It would be much easier tonight in the pit, knowing that any alpha who got near her would only smell the mark of her primal mate. Instinct made it difficult to ignore that particular odor. Other alphas would be repelled by it. Most of them, anyway.
Her little sighs and moans of pleasure as he tongued her slit drove him wild. Naya was receptive, needy—only for him.
Grabbing handfuls of his hair, bold in her waking state, she tried to put his mouth where she wanted it while bucking her hips. That trusting demand inflamed him, but instead of obeying, he just tormented her more, a sensual battle of dominance he would win every time.
Her rush for the orgasm made him slow down, his rhythm uneven, prolonging and doubling the sensations. He'd meant to just get his taste of her for the day, but instead he pushed her into singing her beautiful, howling song.
It was amazing to watch her body, his fingers disappearing into her wet core, hugged so fucking tight by the walls of her vagina. His hand was a massive thing between her legs and over the curve of her pelvis. Obscene. Incredible.
He pumped in two fingers, then three, hard. He held her down with his other arm and upper body. The poor girl was vibrating and jerking like a divining rod.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
She could not form proper words. Her mouth made shapes and sounds of distress. Color bloomed on her cheeks and down her chest to the top of her breasts. Her black curls stuck to her face.
She was already wrecked, and he wasn't halfway finished.
"Do you want me to stop?" He slowed his hand.
Her body jerked hard in his hold, fighting him, chasing after another climax. She came often and easily, and with different levels of intensity. He knew she'd reached the gentle side of her peak twice, but he'd shown her that she was capable of more.
"Monster,” she stuttered, gasping his name. "Please. I need—"
"I know you need. You didn't answer my question."
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop! Empty. Need you!"
He chuckled. "The one before that."
He loved how mindless she got, how his prim and proper princess devolved into a needy creature desperate for his touch and nothing else. It made him feel like he'd just beaten ten men in the pit. Strong. Invincible. Proud.
Fuckin' proud that this little treasure wanted him. Owned him.
"Monster, I belong to you. My Monster." She opened her eyes, seeking his. "Need you. F-F-Fuck my pussy."
There was a tiny mischievous smile on her lips. She knew he'd reward her for that.
His voice lowered as the beast rose to the surface. "What's my name? Who is your monster?"
It still felt dangerous to remind her he was the unworthy, murdering bastard all the rest of the eleven sectors feared. He knew all the stories. Knew children hid under their beds at the sound of his name.
Knew he was a source of shame and a curse among his kind.
She was breathing hard, her face scrunched up and her eyebrows lowered. "You are Nothonal Darre. My mate. Mine. Now please. Please, stop tormenting me."
She let a touch of irritation enter her voice. Just a hint, warning him he'd pay for doubting her.
He loved it. Fearless fuckin' breeder.
A ridiculous happy purr started in his chest. Increasing the speed of his fingers, going deep, he found that spot on the front of her sheath and closed in on it.