Page 84 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I scowled, glancing at his crotch. Couldn’t see with the way he was laying.

How’s he gonna fit?

Problem for another time, and besides, I’d brought backup.

He was just… I balled my fists, a little squeak of excitement escaping before I clamped my hand over my mouth again.

He’sperfect, Bunny!

And so handsome, his face was cracked with a few curious looking scars, and messy hair tumbling over dark brows.

Mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I’d sprung into action before realising, looking around the room before backing into his bedroom. Not much in here, but we could fix that.

It took a lot of care, tucking all the available pillows and blankets around Rogue without waking him, but it turned out he was a deep sleeper.

He even started snoring at one point and I had to stop myself giggling every time.

Never spent enough nights with Ace to know if he snored but I bet he didn’t. He was all pretty in the perfect Alpha god kinda way.

Rogue was… I don’t know… I bent over the back of the couch, peering close at his face again, trying to figure out some of the little jagged scars.

He was different.

Gooddifferent.

And Knox had said he liked the picture of me…

Okay…

We were done, and the nest was made—well, as good as it was gonna be.

Now for the hardest part.

I circled around to the front of the now couch-nest-pillow-fort with my mountain of a mate still snoring within, and very slowly edged my way inside. I paused, one hand leaning on the back of the couch as his rumbling breath halted and he shifted where he lay.

Shit.

I was his Omega—I couldn’truinhis nap. I slowly ran my hand up and down his huge abdomen, pleased when he relaxed again.

Don’t let me forget that, Bunny.

He likes belly rubs.

Even slower than before, I clambered in, very, very carefully ducking my head beneath his shirt and burrowing in slow motion up against his chest.

He was so warm, and his skin was soft against mine.

With me all the way in, he stirred, but didn’t wake. His huge arm shifted, curling around me in his sleep and drawing me so tight I could barely breathe.

Ohmigod—!

Cuddles!

A strangled chirp of joy escaped my chest before I could catch it.

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