Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,88

could see, nor a table.

The top of it opened in three places. Could it be the spanking bench Nixon had offered? Was Monster thinking to put her on that?

Pulling a fur over herself, she sank deeper into the safety of her nest. He wouldn't. Would he?

She couldn't pretend not to know why. He'd been grumbling about his rules all night, about her putting herself in danger and making him afraid. Naya had argued her right to protect her mate, but he silenced her every time with a kiss or distracted her with an orgasm. He’d kept her awake for hours.

Low-voiced, he and Nixon exchanged more information. They discussed his father’s presence in the district and that Crispin still lingered with him. The homing of the drones, the slumlord's possessions, and other details waiting Monster’s decisions.

She listened to her monster talk and felt herself drift away to sleep, the bench momentarily forgotten. All it took was his command that she get some more rest and a kiss on her brow, and she drifted away.

*

Waking to pleasure was no longer a strange thing. Naya felt Monster's presence and intentions inside her chest at all times—a warm adoration that kept her concern at bay. Some part of Naya's heart always knew where he was and what he was feeling.

When he returned to the room, pulling her blankets and furs away, she knew it was him. The distinct touch of her alpha followed the shape of her spine from neck to thigh, spanning her waist and hips and squeezing her bottom.

His purr turned to an encouraging growl, a low sound she felt rather than heard. It was all he needed to do to stimulate her. She welcomed and wanted intimacy with him and existed in a constant state of arousal. That might change after the birth of their first child, though, when their libidos would slow down.

Maybe.

Until then, this state was unavoidable. They were bound, and she could never deny him.

Every day. Ten times a day. Sore or not.

She didn't want to deny him.

Pushing herself into his hands, she made breathy noises of agreement. She knew he liked when she lost her words and could only make sounds for him. She felt it in their bond, the drive that he steal away all her proper upbringing, transforming her into this sensual, needy creature.

As usual he put her how he wanted her, pulling her near the edge of the bed, stuffing bedding under her pelvis, and raising her butt in the air. She grabbed pillows in her arms and buried her face there. Whatever he did with her in this position, she'd need to hold on.

His hands went from gentle to firm, running over her from her ankles to her bottom. Then fingers, seeking her slick and his cum from the night before, dipped into her channel and spread the lubrication everywhere.

His growl lowered, a kind of quiet, constant snarl—the monster, his monster, coming to the forefront to play.

Monster or man, whatever his guise, he liked to tease her. He followed his fingers with his mouth. Hot breath gusting at the top of the crease of her bottom, hands on her thighs as he worked his way down to taste her, he licked deep, stabbing at her with the point of his tongue.

She whimpered. It felt so good every time.

Too soon, she needed to cum, needed relief. She told him so with sounds she couldn't hold back. The man pretended not to hear, continuing to romance her body her with mouth and hands, bringing her to the sharp edge of desperation.

Time slipped away. Place evaporated.

He pulled away, one palm keeping her still.

And nothing happened.

He was doing something. The bed was moving. Was he touching himself? She wanted to see that. His hands on his big, dark cock always fascinated her. Was he going to cum?

She started to turn. She wanted his cock. It was hers, her right. He could put it in her, on her, but regardless it was hers, and she couldn't stand to see any part of it wasted.

He lifted his hand off her, then slapped it down hard. Naya shrieked in surprise.

"Stay where I put you." Deep and rough, that dark voice meant business.

"Monster," she whined.

Four more smacks made her flesh jiggle and left handprints. She jerked and cried out with each one, her skin stinging and hurting.

"Now," he ordered.

Naya howled into the pillow.

"You don't get to argue with your alpha. You don't get to make choices I don't approve of. You