Page 19 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

“Because you’re so much more perfect than I imagined you’d be.”

We’re getting a sketchbook, Bunny.

At least a little one…

Maybe a pencil or two…

“And don’t you worry, Little Doll,” he told me. “You’ll get everything right, just the way I like.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip, hoping he wasn’t wildly underestimating me.

“Tell me about you?”

“Me?” I asked, startled.

“If there was one thing you wanted from me, what would it be?”

A sketchbook.

Say it.

Just ask for it.

“No, no, too soon…” I shook my head.

Shit.

I’d spoken out loud.

“We’re scent matches,” he breathed, not even fazed. “Nothing is too soon.”

I swallowed, eyes darting between his.

Still, what if he wasn’t ready to learn I had all these unnatural things I liked outside of being an Omega?

Glade could ask for a sketchbook, but she was balanced. Revered. Beautiful and born all… the right ways…

“Tell me.”

Okay. Not a sketchbook, but there was something else.

I hugged Bunny closer. “Maybe just sometimes… if you think you’d want to…” I trailed off, panicking before the words were even out.

His grip tightened on my chin. “Tell me.” He didn’t use his Alpha bark, but he might as well have for how I tripped over myself to answer.

“I thought, uh… if I’ve been good and everything and done everything right, we could… I mean at night…”

He frowned. “At… night?”

“You know how some Alphas and Omegas sleep in the same bed—like all night. Together.” By the end of the sentences my words had dissolved to a wisp.

“Your one ask is that I cuddle you?”

He released me, eyebrows raising, and I swear I saw a flash of shock in his eyes.

Oh fuck, I’d blown it.

I ducked my head, clutching Bunny like a life raft and curling against his chest so he wouldn’t see another flush of heat on my cheeks.

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