Page 171 of Psycho Beasts

If I lost Sadie, I’d die.

When I’d gathered my self-control, I whispered, “Sorry,” and kissed her gently. Trying to show her what she meant to me through softness.

For her, I could do this.

I continued to kiss her stomach and chest softly, peppering her with gentle kisses. My molars ached with each gentle motion, and the fire in my belly cooled as the waves of heat burning my dick grew more painful.

It didn’t matter what I wanted; I’d be a proper omega for her.

“Please,” she begged.

Bile burned my throat as I pulled myself back off her. “I hurt you.”

Fuck, I wanted to scream with desperation. The most perfect alpha I’d ever met, and I’d already scared her away.

Why did I have to be so fucked up?

“No, I meant…” she trailed off, too disgusted to even look at me.

I was a monster. “So sorry.”

If I ran into the bathroom and locked the door, she’d have a chance to get away. I just needed to break the counter and sink and jam the door to stop myself from chasing after her. Walter would protect her until the men came back.

Suddenly, callused fingers grabbed my shoulders and tugged me forward. “Please-bite-me-again. I-liked-it.”

Sadie spoke so quickly that it took a few seconds for my brain to process what she’d said.

When I did, I inhaled slowly.

Sadie hadn’t been begging me not to hurt her and to be gentler,. She’d been begging at me to bite her.

To take her harder.

She wanted it rough.

The walls I kept locked around myself fell away, and like a second skin, I shed any semblance of pretending to be normal.

I grabbed her narrow hips and squeezed as hard as I could, knowing my fingers would leave bruises across her flesh.

My handprints would stand out.

Sadie moaned, and the scent of feminine arousal spiked.

My little alpha warrior was fucked—she had no idea what she’d done, but she was about to learn.

I bit her shoulder as hard as I could until cranberry wine dripped down my chin.

The four concrete walls of control that surrounded my heart began to crumble, and the chains of my past that fortified the walls rattled as they loosened.

The bruises from the other alphas still covered her flesh, and that was unacceptable. She was my alpha.

Not theirs.

I bit down, as hard as I could, across every glorious inch of her sensitive neck until she writhed and begged beneath me.

The more she trembled beneath me, the more I needed to show her just how high I’d take her.

It was my turn to teach her that no one would ever fuck her like I fucked her.

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