Page 102 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I don’t think I’d seen anything in the world as sweet as my Omega’s tight little cunt stretching over Knox’s length as she lowered herself down onto him.

At my own low, rumbling growl she loosed the sweetest trill, ignoring Knox’s snarl as she adjusted herself half-way down.

He was fucking rabid—snarls vicious as he strained against the chains. He couldn’t do much, as any movement or drastic shift, tightened the chain at his neck.

“Mmm…” Her eyes rolled back as she settled right down against his knot, lip caught in her teeth as she bobbed over him a little.

That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I resisted the urge to palm my own shaft, which was stiff as a rod, but I didn’t want the spotlight taken from her.

So instead, I just watched, all but in a trance.

His breathing was short and sharp, but he couldn’t do anything as she fucked him like a sex toy. The hottest sounds rising in her chest every time she sank down over him just the right way.

She was clearly taking her time, and every time he tried to shift his legs—a dangerous game for how tight the chain was—she would growl, and the knife edge found his cheek.

Again, she sank right down to his knot with a breathy sound, eyes dazed as she rested there. Knox’s chest was heaving, his eyes as blown as they were wild.

“You’re so pretty, taking his cock all the way to his knot.”

She let out a low moan, eyes locked with mine at the praise, hips bobbing up and down, and eyes crossing with pleasure. Slick dropped down her thighs, and her cheeks heated, breaths coming shorter and sharper as she tumbled over the edge.

It was a beautiful thing, watching her climax, body shuddering, cheeks pink as she sagged against him.

It wasn’t until she’d pushed herself back up that she realised that Knox had, somehow, managed to hold out. Likely in pure, rageful stubbornness if I knew him at all.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and it must have taken every ounce of willpower he had not to finish with her, which I imagine he did out of pure spite.

Thistle, however, didn’t react well.

When she came down from her high, she fixed her gaze on him, eyes narrowed as she adjusted, trying to feel if he was still hard—which he definitely was.

Her lips were drawn in a snarl, and, with the knife back in her fist, she shifted down. She gripped his shaft with one hand, and with the other, positioned the knife near his thigh. The proximity of the sharp object to his crown jewels was enough to tear his furious gaze from the ceiling.

Very obviously offended that he hadn’t finished with her, she began to run her tongue up his length before she slid her lips over his girth.

Fuck me, she was a siren, taking him all the way to the knot without much trouble and holding there for a moment before drawing away and going again.

Finally, when Knox was rigid with an orgasm he still valiantly fought, she drew back, turning her head and catching his length between two little pointed Omega canines.

The growl Knox let out was feral, but her knife pressed tighter in threat.

She wasn’t…

Oh.

Fuck me.

A bark of a laugh escaped my chest. No fucking way.

Knox’s gaze darted between us, and he was fucking manic with fury now.

Thistle was playing with him, canine grazing his cock, digging in just a little at a time and by the way her eyes glittered, she loved every breath of fury—and also terror—that slipped from Knox’s chest.

“Knox, mate,” I crooned, tangling my fingers in his hair, tilting his neck so he couldn’t see her anymore. “Why are you still hard?”

I was, quite literally, dead. The stupid little device stuck in my neck would detonate by the morning.

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