Page 34 of The Alpha Under My Bed

The chastity belt pressed down against me.

The plug shifted, pressing deeper.

Pleasure pulsed through me like a live wire, tightening every muscle in my body.

I froze, my breath a shallow, uneven mess. My thighs pressed together in a pitiful attempt to stop it, to slow it down, but the pressure only grew. My nipples ached under my sweater, my body wound too tight, the slow, unbearable build of pressure inside me sharpening into something dangerous, something irreversible.

Oh my god.

I was going to?—

No. No, I wasn’t.

I clenched my jaw, squeezing my legs together so hard it hurt, trying to ground myself, trying to stop the slow, torturous unraveling. But the belt was too tight. The plug was too deep. The road was too rough.

And Mal?—

Mal wasn’t reacting.

Even as my perfume replaced the oxygen in the car, even as my breath hitched, even as I fought to keep myself together?—

He just kept driving.

I turned my head slightly, my breath coming fast, desperate. Mal’s profile was shadowed in the dim streetlight glow, his jaw tight, fingers flexing on the wheel.

And then?—

He inhaled.

Deep. Slow. Steady.

I stopped breathing.

Oh god.

I knew what it meant when an alpha did that—when they inhaled an omega’s scent, pulling it deep into their lungs and letting it settle there, marking the space between them. It was primal, instinctual—hardwired into them.

But Mal wasn’t an alpha.

He was just… breathing.

Slow. Steady. Unfazed.

Like he didn’t notice.

Like he didn’t care.

Like he wasn’t sitting right next to me while I was slowly losing my fucking mind.

Another bump.

Another shock of friction—sharp, relentless. The pressure built again, slow and dizzying, and I cracked.

It was quiet. Too quiet. A silent, shuddering orgasm ripped through me, tearing down my control in an instant, crashing through my nerves like a cold, cruel wave. I fought to contain it, my thighs squeezing together so tightly my muscles screamed in protest, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood as my body convulsed in helpless release.

And Mal?—

Mal didn’t move.

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