Page 146 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Delicate little hands were suddenly fumbling for my waistband.

Goddamn.

I closed my hands around her wrists, drawing them up.

“Thistle.” My voice was warning.

“Am I breaking your rules?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you should punish me.” My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw the flash of a grin on her face as she looked up at me.

Christ, she was horny.

It wasn’t just her words, either—her scent was smothering.

My sanity flickered out of existence for a moment.

I don’t know what happened. All I knew was the growl rumbling up my chest, and then I’d turned us both and was pinning her wrists over her head.

Mistake, because her scent became a siren’s call in the room as her perfume hit the air. Even in the darkness I could see the way those galaxy eyes sparkled.

Her legs tangled around my waist.

She was mine.

I needed her.

There was nothing in the world that could get in the way of that.

Nothing.

Fuck…

I growled, reeling back.

I was losing it. And if I did when Knox wasn’t here—if I did anything I couldn’t take back…

That could mean the end of her.

But a tide was coming in.

One that had been threatening for forever.

And now, with her here, with the imminent danger of what that meant, self-preservation collided with a thousand cracks, formed over years and years, and my mind began slipping down that cliff face at last.

THIRTY-SEVEN

ROGUE

Old, buried instincts surfaced, and a claim felt like the most natural thing in the world.

The birthright of an Alpha born atop an empire. One I’d never truly escaped.

Thistle’s chest heaved, eyes wide. “Please, Alpha,” she whispered.

I was breaking.

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