Page 57 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
“And inmyhouse you brought Ace back without asking.”
“Wait—he’s mine!”
Crack!
Uh, that was a whole lot of slick pooling between my thighs as his hand left a welt on my flesh again…
“He might be, Doll. But you are mine, or are we starting from square one? Because if you think, for one second, I’ll risk that prick thinking he gets priority?—”
“He doesn’t.”
No.
No, no, no.
I struggled against his grip, all of a sudden in a panic.
To my surprise, he let me go, steadying me as I tried to turn back to him.
Why were tears threatening again as I looked up at him?
He didn’t understand.
I needed him.
I sank unsteadily to my knees. His knuckle brushed my cheek, but I’d caught it in my teeth before I realised it.
His pupils blew, almost swallowing the caramel of his eyes. “You want me, Little Doll?”
I nodded.
“Swear you’re mine.”
“I am,” I whined, relief flooding my chest as he said those words. As he let me promise.
Ace was something else.
Not this.
I needed Knox to understand that I still needed him.
SEVENTEEN
KNOX
The vision of Thistle on her knees before me, desperate for my cock, was enough to splinter the last of my wrath—an anger born to smother my fear.
That somehow Ace had changed everything. That maybe I would lose her in the face of his arrival.
But that wasn’t the case.
It was impossible not to believe as she ran her tongue along my shaft, violet gaze dizzy with lust before she took my length between her lips.
Fuck.
I tugged the scrunchies out of her two messy buns and tossed them on the desk so I could sink my grip into her hair. Raven feathers tumbled around her face haphazardly, sticking in a million directions as I dragged her roughly to the base of my cock.
I bit my lip, watching her eyes water as I pinned her in place. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured.
