Page 50 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

She shook her head though, a hiccup catching in her chest. “Nothing’s… wrong,” she whispered.

“Talk to me.”

She curled up tighter, clinging to me, and a proper wail sounded in her chest. “I just don’t… know what to do.”

“About what?”

“About you.”

“I’m going to need a little more than that.”

“Nothing’s…” She sniffed, finally looking up at me. Her eyes were glassy. “Nothing’s gone wrong.”

“Was it supposed to?”

“Always. Even Knox was a big old pile of dicks at the start. But you’re not doin’ anything wrong. You're not even gonna blow up anymore.” She wrinkled her nose, turning to mutter to a non-existent Bunny. “At least that explained everything before.”

I chuckled. “I’m not sure how to fix that.”

I think she’d had enough of things going wrong.

“I…” She clutched me tighter. “I really love you. Only time I’ve ever known right from the start that you w-were mine and then you just were.”

A stuttering purr rumbled in my chest.

I got it.

This still felt like a dream. The fair. The date. Having anything at all. It was foreign and strange. She was the only thing grounding me, reminding me that things were right.

Propping us up slightly against the headboard and draping her in blankets, I reached for the remote and picked a movie to run in the background.

We cuddled for a while, and she was so content she began humming to herself, declining my offer to adjust so she could watch, and tracing little hearts into my chest. She kept readjusting over my knot, which sent blood rushing to it every time. It wouldn’t deflate anytime soon.

We were part way into the movie when I startled at the sound of an all-too-loud beep at the door. I frowned, clutching Thistle to my chest, and fumbled for the side table. Sure enough, thedoor opened. I reacted instantly, gun in hand as I pointed it at the doorway.

“Fuck—” Only, ofcourse. “Fuck!What are you doing?”

“Really giving me confidence you can keep her safe,” Knox snorted, eyeing the gun I was pointing at him, which I realised was draped in Thistle’s clothes.

“Daddy?” Thistle perked up from where she was still crushed against my chest.

“One night,” I growled. “You couldn’t give me onefuckingnight?”

Knox shot us both a grin as he closed the door behind himself.

Thistle straightened, the blankets falling away to reveal her slender torso. Knox drew up, his eyes dipping to her perky tits—though I, too, did a double take.

“Are you trapped on his knot, Doll?” Knox asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Get. Out,” I snarled.

“If I leave, how will I give her my gift?”

“Gift?” Thistle asked, eyes lighting up.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.