Page 34 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I could take a thousand punishments before I’d risk my scent match hating me. It was my only chance at love—something better than all of this.

But would he hate me if Knox claimed me, too?

I didn’t know. I just knew if he hurt because of me before we’d met…

We can’t risk it, Bunny…

Taking a breath, I let loose every hold I had on my hormones: the wound tight pieces bound by years and years of loneliness. Alphas loved touch starved Omegas because it made them feel needed. It had beenjustenough for Ace, who was a god of control, even among Alphas.

I watched as Knox’s pupils blew wide, and then his fist closed around my neck.

“On my lap,” he growled.

Um…

Okay. It hurt a little to set Bunny down on the bedside table, but I made it happen.

I could do this.

I could manage it just like I used to with Dan.

It had been a while since an Alpha had taken what he needed without a care, but I’d dealt with that for like… years, so… Well, it’d be fine.

It will be fine, right, Bunny?

Rogue won’t hate me for being all… all used up.

“Doll.”

My eyes lifted to Knox’s, and his caramel eyes were a storm of lust, but there was something unfamiliar in there… I bit down on my quivering lip and shifted onto his lap again, like he asked.

Just be what he wants, and Rogue won’t have to suffer.

He’ll be proud of you.

He’ll besoproud of us, Bunny.

“You stay right there, beautiful.” Knox’s hand closed around my neck as he set the gun down. I glanced at it, still re-adjusting to the fact that it wasn’t of any use to me anymore. Orhim, I guessed.

Then I shivered as he gently nudged my lace panties aside, eyes tracing my body with more reverence than I was used to. My eyes darted at Bunny guiltily. Ishouldn’tbe liking the attention.

Wrong Alpha, stupid.

“You’re dripping, Little Doll,” he breathed. “So ready for me.”

I bit back my pout, trying not to meet his eyes—I was still wet with slick from the car ride. I let out a whine as he dipped two fingers into me. My nails dug into his forearm as I wriggled against his grip on my neck.

What was he doing?

Punishments weren’t supposed to look like this.

He drew out, circling my clit, and I shuddered, hating the delight in his eyes as he felt more wetness pool at his fingers.

He was moving so slowly that it almost felt… nice, which confused me. He didn’t seem hurried. The only time Dan’s packhad ever used fingers was if they were drunkenly trying to figure out where they were supposed to fit. With Ace, it had been a blur of heats, or the few times I’d managed to convince him to fuck me… Just sex. Unplanned, passionate, furious and hateful, without the slow intensity Knox was offering me right now.

This made my cheeks burn hot.

He pumped his fingers into me, caramel eyes unblinking as he added a third.

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