All Chapters of ALPHAS COMMAND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He bites the skin of my shoulder, and a flame of white heat arrows out to hurl through my veins, toward my chest. I scream out in pain even as a ball of heat throbs against my rib cage. I moan and thrash, but he doesn’t let go. The worst thing is that the pain clashes with my arousal and the mixture of the pain-pleasure only turns me on more. How is that possible?I shouldn’t be feeling the white-hot sting of arousal that guts me, that draws at a climax low in my belly.His bulbous knot is locked inside me, and more hot streams of cum sear my womb.I arch my legs up and hook them around him, digging my heels into his back. My spine curves off the bed; my chest thrusts out.He grips my breast and squeezes a nipple. Another spurt of pain jolts down my spine.Intense pleasure rolls over me, and the climax roars forward, then stops waiting for his touch, his hated…needed touch to make me come completely. “P

He flips me over so I am straddling him. His knot is still heavy inside me, weighing me down, blocking all the cum that has streamed out of him.The thought only makes me hotter. Desire ripples down my spine. A low purr rumbles from his throat, stretching in the space between us. My stomach cramps, and I groan.Inside me he grows bigger, and his knot flexes. Every part of me aches, and yet there is still this hunger. An emptiness that seems to grow bigger by the second, filling me, making me feel like I am searching, yearning for something more.So much more. Of him. Of me. Of what he can do to me. Of what I want him to do to me. The force of my thoughts sends heat shooting through my blood. I bend down and hook my fingers in his hair, raking my nails down his scalp.His shoulders flex. Red streaks his cheekbones. He growls again, but this time it has a tone of challenge laced through it.

His voice whispers in my ear. Seductive, beautiful, it shivers over my nerve endings. The heat of his body cocoons me. I feel safe and secure. And that can’t be right. A flicker, a hum of contentment rolls out of me. I rub my cheek against the hard, unforgiving planes of his chest. He curves his body around me, and it feels so right. Is this what it feels like to be home? But I don’t have a home. Not since my country was invaded, and my father made a deal with the Vikings— virgin dominions for the life of his people.I’d managed to escape with as many of the dominion women as I could save.We’d stowed away on a ship to Scotland, and the leader of the Scots had agreed to protect us. On one condition. I had to comply with his plan of sneaking into the General’s stronghold and killing him. I had failed in my mission.Now I was going to meet the fate of almost every dominion captured by an

I am not sure how long I snoozed for, but the sound of the door opening sweeps through my subconscious mind. I stir and wake up, wondering where I am. The ceiling above is unfamiliar, the bed below me too smooth, too soft. I shudder and take in a breath of air and find it is scented with his fragrance. The beast has left, but his musk is everywhere, on me, in the room.I turn and crack my eyelids open. My eyelashes are caked. I wipe away whatever is clogging them, knowing it is a mixture of sweat and his cum and our fluids, the fluids he’d dribbled into my mouth that I had swallowed down like it was the last drop of moisture I’d find in the world. The memory of how I’d given myself to him and asked him to take me, all of it crowds in on me.My body shudders in remembrance of his touch. Slick gathers between my legs. There’s movement in the room, and I know I must sit up, but I can’t. I groan, and my voice comes out all wrong. I can barely

The pain shudders over my skin. My shoulders jerk, and my chest thrusts up and off the floor.My stomach twists, and I taste the acidic tang of bile. I want to scream, but all that emerges is a whimper.I moan and curl in on myself.There is this hunger gnawing at me. It churns at my guts, growing bigger by the second, as if it’s going to tear open my skin and rip out of me at any time. I am hungry, so hungry. And it’s not for food. I want him… need him…to fill me. To shove aside this hollowness that’s drawing me in, threatening to overwhelm me.I want him throbbing inside me. The thought is so intense I almost imagine he is here, his massive body bent over me, his hard thighs pushing my legs apart, then him slamming into me, burying his brutal length in me, holding me down, folding his body around me, protecting me, taking me, cherishing me. The thought sends heat shooting through my veins. Sweat beads my brow.My c