Page 79 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Her whispers haunted me, singing in my ear in that dim room as the iron tang of my own blood rose in the air.
For the first time in my life, I had nothing.
Not material, nor power, nor choice.
I didn’t even have my own body.
Everything belonged to her.
I was losing it, insanity creeping into the edges of my vision as I began to fuck her more viciously than I ever had.
“You’re mine,” I hissed, driving in again, still unable to take my eyes from her wide orbs of violet. “Youbound yourself to this.”
She knew it, too.
The truth unfolded with every second that passed—every second that my own sanity remained and she kept me here as I used her. Every second was another moment in which I claimed back the power that had been between us.
I wouldn’t give her anything, or she’d steal the world.
Sex wasneversomething she would hold over me.
I gritted my teeth, but as I neared my finish I didn’t manage to hold back my groan. I seized her by the back of the neck, dragging her against me so she wouldn’t see my face as I finished.
I wanted to knot her, but I held back, needing to provesomeself-control. And I didn’t want her looking further into this than she should.
Afterward, I released her wrists and she scrambled up to her feet, a look of utter shock on her face, her buns now so chaotic they looked more like loose ponytails.
Would she cry?
I steeled myself, determined not to get sucked in if she did. Fucking her should have rebalanced me enough that I wouldn’t be so vulnerable to her emotions.
Adjusting the strap of her bralette, she took a wobbly step back, then another. She looked almost dizzy as she hurried across the room.
To the bathroom, though, not the exit.
I frowned, finally realising something was wrong.
I sat down, noticing her bunny was still on the pillow beside me, and I froze, mind racing.
When she’d turned to flee, it had still been here. To reach the door, she would have had to leave it.
Finally, I opened the bond.
There was a strange silence from her, though. An odd static that felt almost like… anticipation.
I shut it again, eyes darting to the bedside table, trying to find a way to ground myself.
But then the bathroom door creaked and Thistle was hurrying out, a bundle of hand towels in her arms.
I narrowed my eyes as she all but tripped over herself clambering onto the bed, and then she had me mounted, dropping the sopping fabric at our side.
“What are—?” But I cut off as the bond opened fully at last.
Fuck.
I blinked, catching up to the flood of joy that spilled out as she let it open.She’dkept it closed, deliberately hiding it from me.
My blood turned icy with shock, something tightening my throat.
