Page 48 of Alphas Like Us

“And a cartilagepiercing—”

“Maximoff.”

“He’s notunattractive—”

“Trust me, wolf scout. You’re muchmuchhotter.”

“Thank you, I know,” I sayconfidently.

The corner of his lip pulls upward. “I love when Cocky Maximoff comes out forme.”

I’m about to say it’s not for him, but another annoying thought hits me. “He’s adoctor.”

Farrow whistles. “Your perception issomething.”

I lean my head back on the hard pillow, staring up at the ceiling, then the wall. “You two fucked in the hospital a lot, like they do on TV?” The worst mental image of Farrow and Rowin pops into my head. “In the…what do they callit?”

That roomthing.

With the bed. Where all the doctors crash between shifts. I picture that. My overactive imagination puts my boyfriend’s mouth passionately up against another guy’s mouth; and maybe it’d be a turn-on for some people, but it just knots mystomach—

“Maximoff.”

I blink awake to his fingers snapping at my eyes, his hand on the pillow next to my jaw. Leaning over me, his knee on thebed.

Fuck.I rake my hairback.

Farrow stares at me strongly. “Stop torturing yourself,man.”

“The on-call room,” I mutter as the answer suddenly reachesme.

His hand encases the sharp lines of my cheekbone and jaw. Fully. Securely. His gaze dives deep and touches every damn part of who I am. “I love you, Maximoff,” he says. “And I know you overthink because that’s what you do, and this is new for you. But I loveyou. And I know it fucking hurts to see someone from my past because it fucking hurt when I went through your NDAs. So if you need me to tell you five-thousand times, a million, that I’m so fucking in love with you, Iwill.”

I don’t need it; the offer alone caresses and overflows me. I cup the base of his skull and breathe, “Just kiss—” Our mouths are alreadycolliding.

The aggression arouses each synapses of my brain. I grip his hair in between starved fingers, and his clutch tightens on my face. I break apart his lips with my tongue. Deeper, I try to draw forward, but Farrow lowers so I won’t move mychest.

And he slows the kiss to a scorching, unhurried pace that pricks my fucking nerves with hazardous voltage. Our heavy, husky breaths meld. He bites my lip, and a deep groan inches its way up mythroat.

Farrow mutters a roughfuckafter I run my tongue against histongue.

My sore muscles strain, but I only crave himcloser.

Nearer.

I try to shift my dominant hand—it jerks in the sling, and I turn my head, ripping our mouths apart. Pain annihilates my whole right side. “Fuck.” I clench myteeth.

Farrow eases his knee off the bed. Backing up slightly fromme.

Not what Iwant.

I hunger to thrust my hips upward, for his hips to thrust down on me. Until hard cock grinds on hard cock, and a rough, wild and crushing kiss leads to wrestling. Pushing and pulling. Until we’re one tangled mess of muscle and bone dying tocome.

All of thatfeels out of reach with thisinjury.

I look at him. He’s already studying my body. My lips sting, and I want that force to return. Thinking he’s afraid to hurt me, I say, “That was myfault.”

“It was,” he agreeseasily.