Page 61 of The Alpha Under My Bed

Fuckingperfect.

The moment I cut the engine, Ellie peeled herself off me, legsshakingas she stumbled onto the pavement. Shewobbledslightly, gripping the seat for balance, her breathing still uneven.

I barely bit back a smirk.

She was wrecked.

And trying so hard to pretend she wasn’t.

“Y-you…” Her voice wobbled as she unclasped her helmet with unsteady fingers. “I hate you.”

I chuckled, pulling off my own helmet and running a hand through my hair. “That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago.”

Her face burned.

I let my smirk linger just long enough to watch her squirm before swinging my leg off the bike.

Ellie didn’t wait for me.

She stomped—staggered—toward the building, her skirtstillriding high, her thighsstilltrembling. She looked utterly fucked out and hadn’t even been touched.

I caught up easily, falling into step beside her. “You sure you’re okay, sweetheart? You’re walking a little?—”

“Shut. Up.”

I hummed. “Just checking.”

She let out an exasperated noise, quickening her pace, probably trying toescapeme. It was adorable.

But she wasn’t escapingthis.

Not the belt.

Not me.

Seventeen

ELEANOR

The door slammed behind me,rattling in its frame.

I stood there, breathing hard, hands clenched into fists at my sides.

I could still feel it.

The vibrations. The helplessness. The way my body had betrayed me—again and again—clinging to Mal like he was my only tether to reality when I’dshatteredon the back of his bike.

My stomach flipped, my thighs pressing together—too tight, too aware. But the belt was still locked around my hips, still keeping me needy with no way to ease the ache.

I let out a strangled noise, yanking at my hair.

I can’t do this anymore.

I stumbled toward my bed, throwing myself onto the mattress, face buried in my pillow. I needed a minute. A second. Anything to get my mind off the heat pooling deep, deep inside.

But my body wouldn’t stop.

Wouldn’t calm.

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