Page 97 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

A creature freed at last.

And that… was a problem, because it meant I wanted them both.

What do you think, Bunny?

Rogue was on the floor. His hand shook as he pushed himself up weakly, just enough to spit a glob of blood to the hardwood. Just in time for Knox to send a vicious kick into his abdomen.

Hmm…

Might be a bit of a compatibility issue, but I think we can make it work.

Knox only stopped when Rogue lost consciousness.

I stared at my scent match for a long time, checking for the rise and fall of his breathing as he lay upon the floor.

There was blood on the ground, but not lots. Not the amount that you saw when someone was dying.

He’d be fine.

My heart fluttered uncomfortably. Hewouldbe. Had to be.

Knox didn’t want him dead.

Plus, Alphas were pretty resilient.

My gaze slid to Knox once I was sure about Rogue’s survival. He was… wild, with his gaze fixed on me now, eyes dark and intense.

I shifted to the edge of the bed, staring up as he stepped toward me.

His chest was still heaving.

I reached up, pressing my hands to his torso, running them over the strong ridge of the muscled V that dipped into his pants.

He lifted the hand, still wearing the brass knuckles, grazing it along my cheek. He hadn’t used them the whole time, switchingbetween that and his other fist. Probably because he didn’t wanna break too many parts of Rogue.

I think…

And I wasn’t scared either. Not since he’d told me he wouldn’t hurt me. I think there was more to it than not wanting Rogue to go feral, but that was a thought all too warm and happy, and I couldn’t face that yet.

“Are you staying?” I asked.

“You begged me so nicely earlier.” His voice was low, cadence slow, as if he’d got all his energy out. He sounded almost peaceful.

Oh, sweet Bunny, we get cuddles from this new vicious Knox.

And I mean… Rogue couldn’t be too mad. He knew I’d had to ask to protect him.

His fingers curled beneath my chin, tilting it to face him and the touch sent scores of butterflies into my tummy. I liked him like this, eyes still smouldering with the edges of insanity.

We’d have to find him a new target practice, though.

I leaned closer, fingers curling around his forearms, so aware of his cock only inches away. If Rogue asked later, I was definitely not this horny.

Knox’s lips curved into a faint smile as he stared down at me, as if he could sense my arousal. It was the same way I could sense his insanity through his scent, his blown pupils–he was on the edge of feral too, driven by violence, by instinct.

“But then you tried to mind fuck me,” he murmured.

Oh…

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