Page 37 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

“You’re going to cum for me just like that, aren’t you? Little Doll?”

I clenched my teeth as he began to slide the thick metal barrel into me, slow at first but speeding up with each pump. My eyeswere fixed on the ceiling, breaths coming faster and faster, and I didn’t notice he let go of the chain until I saw movement.

He was holding his phone.

Wait—“Whatare you doing?”I tried to push myself up, but whimpered as he buried the gun as deep as it would go. It was stiff, constantly on the edge of discomfort, and it was hard not to arch my back to make it easier to take.

“Stay still,” he said, drawing it out slowly as he pointed his phone at me, and I heard the click of the camera. “I want a picture of how pretty you are, fighting so hard not to get off while I ruin you.”

Finally, he dropped the phone, free hand closing around my thigh and dragging my legs further open. I squeezed my eyes shut, tiny, pathetic sounds slipping from my chest as he buried the gun back into me.

I was trembling, andnothingmade sense.

Not him, or the orgasm I was racing toward. It felt different to anything else I’d ever experienced.

It was gonna be worse.

He was gonna make me hurt, and he wasn’t even gonna get his dick wet.

Knox wasofficiallythe worst Alpha I’d ever fucking met.

EIGHT

KNOX

Watching Thistle tumble over the edge of an orgasm was just as spectacular as I’d imagined.

Her fists balled in the sheets as her eyes went wide, and her perfect lips parted as the sweetest little moans broke from her chest. The picture I’d sent to Rogue was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the way she looked now: cheeks pink and violet eyes dazed as the waves of her pleasure died down.

I drew the gun from her carefully, seeing her shudder as I removed it. I set it on the table beside me.

“Wh-what did you do?” She sounded utterly panicked.

I looked back at her curiously, taking her in head to toe and wondering what she meant by that.

“Why didn’t it—?” She cut off with a choked sound.

“Why didn’t it what?” I asked.

Had I blown her mindalready? Admittedly, she’d found nestling her tight cunt over the barrel of a gun much morearousing than even I’d expected, but maybe I should just stop expecting at all when it came to her.

Her breaths were heaving as she sat up, a horrified expression on her face.

“That good?” I asked, curling my fist around the chain and tugging her closer.

“No!”Her voice was high-pitched and vicious as she struggled, suddenly trying to get away, claws and teeth all coming out at once. My grip on the chain wasn’t nearly tight enough and I only just caught it before it slipped from my hand entirely. She tried to scramble away, dragging half the bedding with her, each word punctuated with a throw of her fist or foot as she tried to get free of me. “Worst. Orgasm. Of my. Entire.LIFE!”

I grinned, letting her go and watching as her momentum sent her sprawling forward before I pounced.

“You’re lying, Little Doll,” I growled as I caught her wrists, pinning them with one hand over her head as she bucked against me.

I crushed her to the sheets, free hand winding around her waist and dipping between her legs as my teeth found her neck. She went absolutely still, breaths suddenly short and sharp.

Fuck.

The urge to bite her was stronger than I’d anticipated, but everything, from her scent, to the sounds she’d made for me—even the way it felt to touch her—was demanding I do just that.

I had bought her to screw with Rogue, not for a bond.

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