Page 44 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

He would leave, now, and I would be left with… Oh… Oh, it was going to be bad. I could feel the horror creeping in like little claws in my periphery, warning me I’d screwed up.

I felt him move me. I always knew when his skin was on mine, even when the world swam with a million unidentifiable shapes.

Huge arms were lifting me.

This… this was it.

He’d take me back to that room he’d given me and leave me to rot…

He’d… bring Bunny, right?

The weakest moan rose in my chest, the sob getting free, panic trying to force the world to make sense.

I n-needed Bunny.

Before my sob could turn into an all-out wail, he was setting me down.

Too soon. We could barely have shifted across the bed. The room was still his, ink and antique wood drifting into the air, fighting for space with my scent.

Now the pretence had died, and the scent dampener had worn off, his scent had been like a tide, rushing in. Obsessed and mad with lust, which still didn’t make any sense.

Something soft was tucked beneath my head.

A… pillow…?

Then a thin blanket was draped over my shivering body.

I swallowed, trying to get my bearings, when something was pressed into my arms. The old, familiar dusty smell warmed my heart.

Bunny…?

I hugged him tighter as I heard footsteps fading.

Oh…

Bunny… I think…

I clenched my jaw, feeling the monstrous edges of reality begin creeping in.

I was crashing hard—maybe harder than I ever had, and that was bad.

Really, really bad.

I’d fucked up so much tonight I didn’t think I could even tell Bunny. Something had gone wrong. Not a single time Knox had pushed me to an orgasm tonight, had it hurt.

I didn’t understand why, when I knew Rogue was within reach…

The thought cut off as I felt a brush against my cheek. The bed had moved again, ink and antique wood filled my senses, banishing all the horrible rational thoughts as he propped me up.

Something cold was pressed to my lips and then icy water touched my tongue.

“Drink…”

I blinked blearily, tilting my head back, swallowing a gulp.

“…Good girl…”

The fog got thicker at those words, my eyelids heavy again as my body shivered. Another sip, then another, and then I heard the sound of a glass being set on the side table.

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