Page 103 of The Alpha Under My Bed

She whined.

The sound went straight to my cock.

I went still, every muscle in my body locking tight as I watched her, the bond between us singing, thrumming with the undeniable truth that she was already ruined for anyone but me.

“You need me, baby?” I rasped, my voice dark, rough, dangerous.

Ellie let out a trembling breath, nodding frantically, her lip caught between her teeth as she arched toward me. “Please.”

That was it.

The last thread of my control snapped.

I was on her in a second, tearing my shirt off, shoving her thighs apart, caging her beneath me. Her breath hitched, her bond mark throbbing on her throat, her pulse a frantic, desperate rhythm beneath my lips.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my fingers tracing down the soft dip of her stomach, teasing the waistband of those thin fucking shorts that were keeping me from where I needed to be. The fabric was already damp, already ruined, clinging to the slick heat between her thighs. My slick. My omega. My mate.

“Say it,” I ordered, my voice rough, thick with everything.

Ellie gasped, her breath hitching, her lips parting on a soft, desperate whimper. “Yours.”

The word destroyed me.

It wrecked every last ounce of control I had left. I tore her shorts down in one harsh movement, my breath punching out of my chest as her scent hit me like a wrecking ball. Raw. Unfiltered. Untouched by anything but me.

I wanted to bury myself in her. I wanted to sink so deep she’d never get me out, never forget the way I felt inside her, never be able to breathe without thinking of me?—

Then I saw it.

I stilled, my gaze landing on the gleam of metal. The belt.

My belt.

The one I had locked onto her myself.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled from deep in my chest, the sound vibrating through the space between us, making her breath catch. I dragged my knuckles over the cool, unyielding metal, feeling the way her body trembled, the way her pulse jumped beneath my fingertips.

She was fucking perfect like this.

Pinned. Trapped. Mine.

“Mal—” she whispered, her voice shaking, hands fisting the sheets like she was fighting the very thing her body craved.

I smirked, slow and dark, my fingers grazing over the lock—not undoing it, not yet. Not until I had my fun.

“I should leave it on,” I murmured, watching the way she shuddered beneath me, the way her thighs tensed, instinctively trying to rub together for relief. “Should make you wait a little longer. Should make you beg.”

Ellie whimpered.

Fuck.

My cock throbbed painfully, heat licking at my spine, my entire body strung tight with the need to wreck her. I groaned, the sound rough and ruined, my fingers tightening around the lock like I might actually consider it?—

But I couldn’t wait.

I unbuckled it in one swift motion, yanking the belt off and tossing it to the floor with a heavy thud.

And the second it was gone, her scent exploded.

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