Although his touch initially startled her, when Alpha brushed his knuckle across her cheek, Jenna held still while her heart pounded a new rhythm. When the blindfold pushed from her face a few seconds later, she had to blink hard against the spots clouding her vision. She squinted at first, but then slowly opened her eyes again.
A mesmerizing set of dark eyes stared back at her.
She studied Alpha's face, noting the deep cuts of his face, making it angular and not altogether attractive. The strong jaw, the broad nose and the prominence of his brow and cheekbones gave his look a uniqueness that kept her mesmerized. She couldn't place her finger on just why his features intrigued her, but at the heart of the matter, she knew she liked his look.
Alpha, in return, didn't try to appease her with a gentle smile or a soft touch. He waited, giving her a moment to pass judgment. His gaze dropped to her lips, his tongue swiping over his own bottom lip. There was desire there.
A compulsion to tilt her face toward his and wait for the kiss he obviously wanted to give her rifled through Jenna. Somehow she knew that when and if they did kiss, it would be more than just the meeting of skin on skin. Alpha would plunder her mouth, taking and abusing it at his whim.
Her nipples tightened, the damned machine doing more to stimulate her arousal. She broke her perusal of Alpha to glance down and what she saw made her heart drop into her stomach.
She'd been connected to a milking machine. True to his damned words, Alpha indeed planned on milking her. God, how she wished her pussy didn't pulse at the thought of that, but her breasts were swelling, her insides twisting as she accepted her fate. The shackles held her in place and Alpha's expression brooked no disobedience. He was determined to have his way and she knew there'd be no way out of it until he was done. Maybe later she could escape, but for now...She would do as he said willingly. Based on her body's dripping response, she'd probably enjoy it.
"What happens now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"I give you the protein and with a little time, you'll begin to produce. Your offering will be given to members of the Pack and our sickness will gradually fade away."
"Do what you need to, I guess." Get this whole thing over with.
Alpha's gaze dropped to her lips again. "Good," he said. Then his mouth lowered to hers.
There was a brief moment when Jenna feared he might bite her. Hell, maybe even wanted it, but then she crushed that fear and fell into the heat of the kiss. As she'd suspected he would, Alpha took from her. She moaned into his mouth, breathing a thing of distant importance. He stole it with the demanding movement of his lips against hers. And when his tongue thrust into her mouth, she whimpered from the force of it.
At once, a bitter taste flooded her and she tried to back away. Alpha's hands shot up, gripped her head, and held her in place. She realized then that he was the cause, that he inundated her with this foul-tasting protein through a kiss. Despite herself, she found herself rocking her hips because despite the bitterness, this gorgeous man, full of power and dominance, incited something primal in her.
She didn't want just to be kissed by him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to see his cock. To taste the pre-cum beaded at the tip of it. She wanted to stroke her tongue over the veiny bulges along his length. To smell the musk of his skin. Taste the brine of his balls. She wanted it all.
When he pulled away from their heated exchange, Alpha cupped her breasts and to her surprise, she realized they were tingling. They felt full, ready to burst. He gave each a gentle squeeze, his brow furrowing when nothing seemed to happen. He continued to massage them, his sight intent on the cups still rhythmically pulling at her skin. "More," he muttered.
