Page 48 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

I didn’t really hear him.

He was just so fucking big. Huge, rippling muscles disrupted by all those scars, some of them still red and angry from where I’d carved them out just a few days ago.

“Kitten, if you aren’t in nothing but lace by the time I’m ready for you, Knox’s punishments will look like child’s play.”

My lips popped open in shock at those words, a feral part of me wondering what grumpy Rogue would be like… but I wasn’t betting on no hedges tonight, or onanybushes for that matter—not when I had abeastto conquer.

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ROGUE

My grip was tight on Thistle’s waist as she clambered on top of me among the bedding.

“You sure you’re ready, Kitten?”

She bit her lip, nodding. She’d barely hesitated to undress herself after my words, and she’d all but manhandled me onto the bed, her perfect moonlit body completely bare.

Shit, I’d been dreaming of this since the moment I’d seen her mounting a chained-up Knox.

But she was mountingmenow, one palm pressed to my chest as she angled herself over me. My rock-hard length was in her fist, which looked dwarfed, barely able to close all the way around. My fingers dug into her waist, wanting to experience every moment as she wriggled down. I looked up in time to see her flushed cheeks, eyes wide as the first inch of my cock stretched her out.

Fuck, that was beautiful.

I could feel the slick pooling at my tip anddamnshe was turned on. She had to be. There was literally no other way I was getting my length in her.

“Rogue!”Her whine was shrill as I held her in place another moment. She was practically fighting against my grip, trying to sink down another inch.

I grinned at her indignation, earning myself a nip on the forearm. I hadn’t meant to loosen my grip on her, but clearly I had, because she managed to sink another few inches. It was a little too sudden, since she let out a little squeak of shock, nails scrambling at my chest for a second as she got her bearings.

Shit.

It was like a fist was squeezing my length. She was halfway impaled, and it was a real problem for me, how insanely hot I found the sight of her tiny frame struggling to take me.

“Are you o?—?”

“Yes,” she cut me off, cheeks growing redder. “I can do it.”

I chuckled. “Kiss me,” I told her. She listened instantly, fumbling for my cheeks and craning my neck until her lips collided with mine. I groaned, driving my tongue into her mouth as I dragged her down another inch. The breath she let out was half a moan this time.

“I want… more,” she hissed.

I flipped us easily, laying her gently back on the bed sheet.

“You’re so perfect, Kitten,” I told her. Her violet eyes were wide as she stared up at me, lips parted just slightly as I slid out of her to the tip.

Then, slowly, I entered her again. Her grip on my arms dug in, somewhere between nerves and demand.

I took my time, but finally I was settled right to my hilt, wondering how her petite body was able to accommodate me…

“Fuck me, Alpha,” she begged.

I placed one hand on the headboard, and took her hip with the other so she couldn’t get away. Then I drove back into her right to the knot. The sound she let out was beautiful, and she arched to take me, body taut with anticipation.

I felt her unfurl in the bond. Reaching out for me, more open than I’d ever felt.

It was a storm of feelings, physical and otherwise, bold need and surrender, and the pinch of her nails at my wrist.

She let go and something about the little flash of insecurity in her eyes as we stared at each other tipped me off to how precious that was.