Page 87 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

“Uh huh. You know, he’s kinda loopy but I think he’s getting to like me. And I don’t know what your thoughts were, like if we’d keep him, or?—?”

“Keephim?” I almost choked on the words.

She twisted her fingers anxiously. “I’ve never really done the pack stuff before…” She swallowed. “But you’re my scent match, so I was gonna ask you first—obviously.”

I blinked, entirely unsure what to say to that, and she seemed to panic. “Um… I brought something for you,” she said quickly. She picked up a bundle of black T-shirt and unfolded it, tugging out a?—

Ah.

Shit.

She pressed the gun to my chest, and I took it with a sigh.

“Kitten…” I trailed off, stifling the thrill of joy I felt as her eyes lit up at the pet name. “I can’t threaten Knox.”

Hemusthave told her about this damn death sentence lodged into my neck.

“Oh.” She perked up. “No, no, no. That’s not what it’s for.”

I frowned, glancing back down at it. “What else is a gun for?”

“Uh….” She clasped her fingers, cheeks going pink. “Knox said you… you liked the picture he sent. So, I thought…?”

There was a beat as my jaw hit the floor.

She’d brought the gun for…? My brain scrambled to process what she meant, but her scent of frosted moonflower was getting heated in the air.

Goddamn.

She brought me a gun so I couldfuckher with it?

Every imagining I’d previously constructed about my sweet sunshine scent match, turned to cinders in the blink of an eye.

Still, I hadn’t said anything, and her expression crumbled a little. “Did he lie?”

“No.” Uh. “Yes.”Fuck.“I shouldn’t.”

“Like me?”

“No. I mean—just the context.You’re…Good.”Good?“Perfect, I mean—beautiful.”

Mother above, take the gun and shoot yourself now.

But her eyes shone, glittering stars among endless galaxies, and next thing I knew her little fists were balled in my shirt, and she was drawing me into a kiss.

I wasn’t expecting it, and I wasn’t prepared for it.

Years of cold, dark, emptiness weren’t ready for the feeling of her lips, soft and warm against mine.

Insistent, needy, wanting.

My hand curled around the back of her neck as I shifted forward, pinning her in place as I reacted, my tongue driving into her mouth, instincts demanding a claim as frosted moonflower swallowed me whole.

Or it did until reality slammed in.

Until I remembered everything those beautiful eyes and that alluring scent wanted me to forget.

Shit.

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