Page 15 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

A violent craving seized me, and before I knew it her neck was in my bloody fist and I dragged her close, my lips crushing hers with more passion than I’d ever known I possessed.

This Omega was mine, and no longer was it just about the anticipation of making Rogue watch me break her.

I needed to see what ruin looked like in those beautiful violet eyes.

FOUR

THISTLE

Knox Wilde’s fist was tight around my throat as he kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. His lips were firm against mine, tongue sweeping through my mouth in a possessive claim. My fists curled in his shirt as I melted against him, the low pulse of warmth in my core and the frightening glimmer of hope rising like a bubble in my chest.

When he let me go, I released the breath I was holding, utterly overwhelmed, slick pooling between my thighs as he drew away. At the sight of how dazed I was, a bright, breathtaking smile lit his face.

He loves us.

This time, I think he loves us…

But a whisper of panic settled upon my soul, the soaring hope strangled by years of crushed dreams.

He was too perfect…

But I couldn’t take my gaze away from this Alpha, far past hot enough to put on a canvas.

I wanted to biteallof him.

He looked to be in his late twenties, and he had a golden glow to his rich skin that might possibly look angelic. His ash-blond hair was neatly trimmed on the sides, with messy waves long enough at the top to tumble into caramel eyes. But in those eyes was a glint of something far from angelic, and the smatter of crimson blood matched a few light freckles and marred innocent perfection, marking him something much darker.

He was tall, enough so that from my lower vantage I had a great view of the sharp angle of his jaw. His frame was lean, and hard not to stare at. I wanted to draw it so badly, especially with those muscles that refracted light and dark in beautiful patterns up his arms and even beneath his button-up.

I hadn’t been able to look away from those shadows deepening around corded muscle as he’d closed his fist around that watch and lost himself to fury only moments ago.

I handed him back the gun, and he took it, nodding toward the limo that waited. I stepped toward it without argument, knowing I was stepping into a new life. And this one, I was less afraid of than any of the others.

He’d killed that Alpha for me.

That was a good start.

After making a bid on me at a price my brain couldn’t process, he’d left, and for a moment I’d been panicked that the one who’d bought me wasn’t my match at all.

But out here, in the warm night air, I’d caught the faint traces of sweet honied bourbon.

Hewasmine.

Without another look back at the auctioneer, he helped me into the limo.

He shut the door behind us, blocking out what I hoped was the last I’d see of that stupid place. Lounging across leatherseating, he spread his knees comfortably and looked up at me as the engine purred to life.

Okay.

Right.

I’d never been bought by an Alpha I wanted before. I needed to act right. What was the etiquette for auctioned Omegas?

I almost opened my mouth to tell him I’d follow any etiquette that would make him like me best, but caught myself, knowing enough to know that would sound desperate.

You just have to get it right from the start. Maybe he’ll love us enough that we can draw one day…

If I fail with a second match…

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