Page 101 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Elegant, quiet, docile, standing at his side.
My teeth clenched, tears burning my eyes as I failed to hold them back.
“I know.” He was looking at me funny, tilting my head up, and his touch threatened the comfort and calm I didn’t want.
A strangled growl slipped from my chest as I shoved him, but he didn’t even stagger back a step. Instead, his hand closed around my throat, and he stepped me—us both—back to the side, until I felt the cool touch of a circular wooden patio table behind me.
I was too angry to be afraid, though, my fingers gripping his wrist, the pent-up words all spilling out. “I can’t be like other Omegas. I tried, and I can’t. Why can’t you want me for me?” The tears all burst free, loosening aches buried so deep they might never leave.
Stupid.
He’d hate that. He always hated crying.
“Why wasn’t I enough?—?”
“Enough?”Ace asked, as if the word was strange on his tongue. “You weretoo much…” He trailed off, something bitter on his face. “And you won.”
“Won?” The tears died for a moment as I tried to process that.
“Do youknowwhat that means?” he asked.
I shook my head, not following where he was going with any of this.
To my shock, he sank to his knees, piercing blue eyes holding mine as he pressed my hips back so I was trapped between the table and him. I had to lace my fingers through his hair to keep my balance.
His grip closed around my thigh, tight even as he lifted his hand, higher and higher, until his thumb brushed the edge of my panties and I shivered. The nightclothes I wore were thin; underwear and a sheer top that was easy to manoeuvre.
A mewl slipped from my lips as he dipped his fingers into me.
The first time he’s ever touched us like that, Bunny…
He drew his fingers out slowly, and I felt slick rush to fill the void.
ACE
Tomorrow, we couldn’t fail, and for that, I needed to give Thistle something I’d never given her before. I needed her confidence.
I’d seen flashes of it before.
As she’d hummed to herself before a slowly dying Alpha. He’d been chained in my basement, the only one of the pack I hadn’t killed when I’d saved her from that filthy place. She’d taken her time, and he’d lived far longer than he should have. It had been a meticulous task, and like a moth to flame, she’d come back every day.
What I’d seen then was dangerous, especially when paired with how enchanting I’d found it to watch. For a brief moment, I’d seen a goddess. The first whisper of the Omega I knew she could be.
I could have lost myself right then and there. Instead, I’d slammed the door on that possibility. Instead of nurturing that connection, I’d buried it. I’d strangled it of life, and with it, her.
And it had spelled my own end, too.
The game was changing, and with it the rules. I could cling to my hatred of that reality, or I could let it destroy us all.
But that would mean to lose, and I was starting to see a path through the trees. One in which I hadn’t, perhaps, losteverything.
She took her hand from my hair and curled her fingers around the edge of the table, back arching as my fingers bit down on her thigh and my tongue drew up her center.
It was my first time tasting her like this, and I wasn’t expecting the rush of my own adrenaline as I did. I wasn’t expecting the primal need to see it through, to feel her shudder with release as I made her lose control.
It was a new kind of power I’d never considered.
I slid my finger into her tight cunt, and each of her little mewls set dopamine off like firecrackers.
