Page 186 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I eyed Rogue, who was asleep across the bottom of Thistle’s bed.
“He uh… hasn’t left,” Callum snorted. “Wasn’t sleeping for a while either, but Petal gave him drugged tea because we all thought he was going to lose it. Started growling at shadows by the window.”
“Well, that’s…” I cleared my throat. “Utterly embarrassing for him,” I said, though it was hard to take my eyes off Rogue where he sprawled across the foot of the bed.
Not… what I expected.
Neither was the way it twisted my heart up just a bit to see it.
“Oh. Shit. I have to bite in.”
Damn.
I couldn’t miss another minute.
“Youreallydo. She tried to lodge her neck against your teeth a few times, but apparently intent is what matters.”
I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair, though I still felt off.
“It’s about time,” Callum said. “You deserve it.” I glanced at him, but the looks they were both giving me made it hard to argue.
It wasn’t long before the door burst open and Thistle and Bambi squeezed through with arms full of boxes of Poptarts.
Thistle froze, eyes meeting mine, and within a second, all the Poptarts spilled from her arms.
“Daddy?”
I tried to prop myself up, but my arms were weak. It wouldn’t have mattered though, since Thistle launched across the room like a rocket.
She slammed into me at full speed, knocking the breath from my lungs. Next thing I knew she was straddling me, setting Bunny down, and tying her hair into a bun.
“What are you—?Pffftt!” I cut off as she tilted her head and jammed her neck against my mouth.
I almost choked on a strand of her hair, but when she pulled back, her violet eyes were full of fury.
“Bite me!”
“Right here?” I asked, eyes sliding to Vance, Callum, and Bambi, who was loading Poptart boxes onto the bottom of the bed, her gaze curious as it flicked our way.
“If you wanted it to be romantic you should’ve done it the first time!” Her voice sharpened as her fists closed on my shirt and she shook me.“Bite me!”
“Okay!”
“I think…” Callum said. “We’re good to leave.”
Bambi glanced at them, then hurried to follow. She paused, though, backing up to snatch one of the Poptart boxes from the bed before rushing out.
My teeth brushed Thistle’s neck, heart pounding like a drum.
Her fingers dug into my waist, a whine of frustration slipping out as I didn’t complete the bite. She was trembling, her scent collecting in the air like a thundercloud. I swallowed back the sting of fear.
She deserved better.
Next thing I knew my teeth were digging into her skin, and a bond exploded to life in my brain.
It was as if every fibre of her being was buzzing to accept the bite because there was no pause before a whole new pack bond slammed into me.
My chest tightened as I felt her.
