Page 42 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Wealth and me weren’t well suited for each other, and there wasn’t much here I was attached to. It took me a moment to realise that wasn’t entirely true.

I set my drink down on one of the dresser surfaces and opened the middle drawer, shifting folded clothing out of the way until…

Huh.

Tucked away andalmostforgotten, was an old polaroid, withered and folded. Upon it had been the image of two young men, neither one recognisable to me any longer, as they’d looked over at the camera from outdoor seating in a Las Vegas bar. And I say ithadbeen, because the picture now had a bullet hole through the middle, which destroyed most of what was recognisable of the two faces.

I returned it to the drawer and shut it, picking my glass up and downing the rest.

Luckily for her, that photo had lost its meaning the same day I’d been handed the world. Freedom had found me just in time for its meaning to turn to dust. That was a relic from a nightmare I’d never found the strength to fully burn.

Butthosewere some insane nesting instincts she had, honing right in on the only object in the room that might hold meaning to me.

And then shooting it.

She really liked to kick the beehive.

She looked concerned as I stepped out of the closet with nothing in my hands, her head tilted to face me as she chewed on her lip.

I circled back around the bed and sat beside her. “Thank you.”

She frowned, peering up at me curiously. “For… what?”

“Waiting so well,” I replied, knuckle brushing the smooth flesh of her ass. “Whatever else?”

“Oh, uh…” She wriggled slightly against the contact, violet eyes relieved. “So… Rogue’s not gonna get punished, right?”

I smiled. “No,” I told her, hand running up and down her thigh, letting my knuckles linger near the damp white lace barely enough to keep her slick in. “Now, I’m going to show you what you get for being such a good girl for me.”

Iwantedto see that needy little cunt of hers forced to take my cock, needed to hear what siren’s sounds she’d make as that petite body accommodated me.

I would make her do it, too, while I held her in front of me. I would feast on every shift in her expression as I made her go slow so she could wonder if she would fit me. I wanted to see more inky tears as her perfectly tight cunt had to stretch, again, around my knot as I buried myself far too deep.

It was unfair that Omegas even came in her size, but I would enjoy it. She would, too, if she learned how to behave. For a brief flash of a second, I pictured her next to Rogue—an Alpha who made me feel small.

He would break her in two.

I shoved the thought back in disgust, then did away with the entire fantasy.

I had time to fuck her a thousand ways, but tonight, I was so much more caught up in how frightened she was of the pleasure I’d just given her.

I was following instincts I couldn’t quite explain, ones that told me this was how to make her mine. I would break this Omega so thoroughly that she would crawl to me from Rogue and beg me to take her.

She was so petite it was easy to use my thumbs to spread her sweet cunt as my fingers curled around her thighs. As I lifted her, her fists closed in the sheets, knuckles pressed together ahead of her as she tried to balance. She let out a whimper, confused as she lost control, and her legs flailed before the tops of her feet curled around the inside of my biceps to steady herself.

What aperfectlittle fuck doll. With the hold she had on me, I could shift my grip from her thigh to press my palm against the small of her back.

“Arch for me,” I breathed, as I wound my fist around the chain again, tugging her neck back further.

In the mirror, I could see her eyes were desperate and wide, confusion in them that just added to my anticipation.

“Keep your feet just like that, doll. Let me go before I say you can, and he’ll wear the muzzle until next week no matter how many times you choke down my cum.”

She whined in distress, legs tightening around where they were hooked at my arms.

This was so much more than I’d imagined. I was free to play with her all I wanted.

I dragged my tongue up her centre, from clit to ass, and she let out a sound of strangled shock. I didn’t think she’d ever been treated like this before, which meant it was mine.

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