Page 102 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I could feel her soaring to the edge of the cliff when her fingers fisted in my hair again, dragging me back. A furious growl rumbled up from my chest.
What did she think she was doing?
I was met with violet eyes, ones glittering with fear I wasn’t expecting.
“What…?” She paused, her voice unsteady. “What about her?”
Her?
I froze, warring with my hatred at those words. I knew whichhershe meant.
How dare she bring that up now, when I was already giving her more than she’d ever had before. I adjusted my grip with one hand, and with the other I drove my fingers into her core.
She let out a strangled whine, grip on my hair tightening, voice determined. “I won’t finish until you say it.”
Another low growl rose in my chest.
A mistake.
Her eyelashes fluttered, bright violet gems glittering in the moonlight as they met mine.
She understood.
Her fingers closed around my wrist as if trying to halt me from continuing. A guttural growl rolled through my bones. She let out a little breath of pleasure, but her eyes were still resolute.
I needed to see her finish. She was a wreck, too emotional and wound tight.
But I was cursed. Unable to sleep until she could.
Or calm down.
Or think ofanythingelse.
But I thought she knew, and she was closing up again, scorched edges of rage turning her beauty deadly.
I grit my teeth. “It’s not her I’m addicted to, Omega. Not her I’m kneeling at the feet of.”
“Do you hate her?” she asked again.
My pulse sped up. I didn’t want to think about Glade right now—or ever. “She ruined my life.”
“Do you hate her?” she demanded.
“Of course Ihateher!”
Her lip wobbled, eyes glassy once more. “B-But…” She looked as if she couldn’t breathe while she searched for her words. “But you hate me more?”
I stared at her for a long moment, shock colliding with a strange catharsis from her end of the bond. The words finally spilled out as I drove two fingers into her viciously. “I hate you more than anyone on the fucking planet, Omega.”
Her relief unwound every taut cord, a rare gem in a sea of filth, something I wanted to keep close. She shuddered as I pumped my fingers into her, tongue drawing up her clit, and her release slammed into me, both with touch, and through our connection.
Smothering. Demanding.
She panted, fist painfully tight in my hair, her glittering violet eyes tracing down my face where she lingered upon my lips.
I fought it for a second, breath caught in my chest, every instinct I’d ever honed screaming at me not to.
It was everything I’d sworn I’d never be: beholden to another.
