Owned By Her Alpha: Karen (Book 1) by Sophie Sin Page A

do this. It's not just about the future of the world here. This
is about two people who are alone – as alone as anyone in this day
and age – and something that must be done: Something that her body
and her mind say to her is right, even though this is only
something she truly understands on an instinctive level.
    “Don't...”
    The objection disappears as his thumb comes
up to run gently over her lips.
    His hands are gentle and strong as they
slowly caress up and down the sides of her body. Karen knows by
instinct that this one has had MANY women in his time and it shows
in how he cups her breasts under the fabric of the white hospital
gown that she is wearing.
    Under his touch the soft cotton runs against
her nipples and rouses them. Slowly, her mind comes to terms with
what her body already knows. There is a deep wetness in her that
has been slowly working its way out from inside to touch her
lightly haired lower lips. His fingers reach there and find not a
single hint of resistance as they enter and slowly find depth. The
man's fingers are so large that it almost feels like the last man
she had inside there's penis has entered her once more.
    “It's deep,” she whispers.
    He does not understand, but yet he does at the same time. Those eyes are so full of emotion and
understanding. She doesn't know what to think in the wake of their
desire.
    With her blond hair thrown back over one
shoulder and her head leaned back against the glass, eyes high to
the ceiling and lidded under her eyebrows, she lets out the first
sound of their mating. It is a long keen of lust that comes from
somewhere other than just her lips. There is soul in the tone of
her voice now. A deepness of sexuality that can't be duplicated
except when a woman is fully and completely in the heat of her
lust.
    Behind her, if she was able to see them, or
cared that they were there in the state that she is in, the
researchers shift uncomfortably. It is not all that abnormal for a
woman to enjoy these things, but this research subject is having a
bit more fun than the others did. It is disconcerting and arousing
and not what they expected at all.
    His hands are firm and quick as he draws her
around and props out her rear. Those hands know how to shift a
woman into position. Her own are soon on the glass and her legs are
wide enough apart that his long balls won't slap up against her
firm thighs.
    The big man takes his length and pushes it
to the hole. There is a moment of hesitation as if he is
considering what might happen to her.
    “Please, do it,” she begs in the depth of
her lust.
    He hears her and he relents. Small things
were not supposed to take big devices. Her body rejects him in the
smallness that her completely wet pussy offers.
    It would be logical, she thinks, that such
at thing would happen. He is far bigger than any woman has ever
had. Sure, they told her to widen herself and she did with the
exercises that they recommended, but this... no, there was no way
that this was going to go well for her. It was destiny and here it
is ramming deep into her.
    AHHHHH!
    Was it a scream or her mind shattering?
    So thick.
    So powerful.
    So deep.
    Her womb is the limit and he has reached it
in one long movement of his huge hips. The man has bent himself low
at the knees to accommodate her smaller size by what she can see in
the glass. His eyes are on her and not the fools watching something
terrifyingly erotic happen to her with white tablets flickering in
their hands unseen and unused – forgotten.
    He nods once before bringing his hips in and
out and shifting about faster than anything she could imagine.
    Such power!
    Such prowess!
    He sends great whooshes of air in with each
of his strikes against her rounded hips. Her body is slung low and
held up only by the faintest hint of a memory of standing. There is
a look in her squinted eyes in the window. It is one of puzzlement,
as if she is wondering what is happening to her, and of pleasure.
Unstoppable,