Page 108 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I snuggled up next to him, still not brave enough to remove the gag from his mouth, and began gently patting down his face and neck.

He’d been super gentle when he’d done it—and sweet, extra sweet. So, I climbed onto him, running my hands up his chest.

“You did so good, Daddy,” I told him, leaning close and pressing my lips to his collarbone as I ran the warm cloth along his neck.

My hips were currently straddling his mid-waist so I could reach him properly, and I felt his cock twitch beneath my leg.

Great.

I think it was working.

His breathing was loosening with every touch.

TWENTY-SEVEN

KNOX

As soon as the chain loosened around my neck, I was able to rip one wrist free.

Thistle bolted instantly.

I tore myself from the chains and ripped the gag from my mouth. My growl vibrated in my chest as I dived after her, but my fist closed in thin air.

She was off the bed in a second with a shriek, scrambling to catch herself as she flew toward the door.

Sanity blinked out of existence as I launched from the bed, pulse roaring in my ears.

It was a pure, primal chase, and my blood flashed hot.

Time behaved oddly, flickering like an old film. My shoulder slammed into the wall as I careened out of the room so fast I couldn’t stop.

Thistle was running, bare-legged and wearing an oversized top, raven hair flying behind her. She was a siren, and I would ruin her like she’d ruined me.

I sprinted after her, gaining ground easily. She seemed to realise that, because she threw herself through the first open door she saw. I caught myself on the doorframe to my own bedroom, watching as she scrambled around the couch that faced my TV.

I slammed the door behind me and made for the couch, pulse flighty, breath heaving.

She took a step back, eyes darting around and finding no easy escape.

“Technically,” she said, voice wobbling, “You never told menotto do any of that stuff.” She was rambling as I prowled closer. “And I said I needed more rules at the start. You should have been more specific.”

I bared my teeth, and she froze, gaze fixed on my expression as if she knew how close I was to losing it. I wasn’t unaware of the fact that frosted moonflower was edged with much more anticipation than fear.

She took one more stuttering step away, and I pounced, leaping right over the couch with ease. She screamed, turning and hopelessly making for the bathroom.

Within seconds, her hair was in my fist as I dragged her back to the couch.

The moment my skin touched hers, I lost another few seconds. In a blur, I’d bent her over the back of the couch and attached the cuffs to her wrists behind her.

“P-please don’t hurt me, Daddy…” The words came out in a nervous whine as I shoved up her shirt. That title made me rock hard in an instant as she continued pleading. “You said you were saving our first time for something special. Was that not special enough?”

I felt the rumble of a laugh in my chest. She was the biggest brat I’d ever fucking met.

Drag her to the basement.

Make Rogue fucking watch.

A low growl rolled up my throat. He already had. He’d probably fucking like it.

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