Page 58 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

The frosted moonflower in the room shifted, low, midnight notes blossoming in the air as she heard my praise.

I drew her back, letting her catch a breath before choking her again.

I gripped the desk with my free hand, working to hold onto my orgasm, needing to last longer because she was everything.

She had been scattered, a buzzing ball of anxiety only minutes ago. I’d taken a shot in the dark. Mad, she might be, but the first time we’d met she’d told me exactly what she wanted—what she needed.

Rules.

Order.

I set a pace, driving my length between her lips, holding when I could feel her throat squeezing my tip before pulling out. I kept at it until I couldn’t hold on anymore, then I finished down her throat.

I helped her to her feet, then turned her, and unlatched her cuffs.

It sent a sweet shiver up my spine, feeling her delicate fingers fumble with my zipper to tuck me away. I hooked her wrists in my grip and pressed her palms to my cheeks and drew her into a deep kiss while I quickly did up my zippersafely.

She might be the centre of my world, but I had zero faith in her dexterity, and if she wanted to injure my dick again I required it to be as kinky as the last time.

“Good girl,” I said as I sank into my office chair, glad she hadn’t noticed the diversion. She was on my lap in seconds, her arms winding around my waist, and her teeth finding my neck.

I’d woken with enough pain, inside and out—then earned myself some more fighting with Rogue—that I hadn’t clocked this particular ache until her teeth traced my neck. A perfect match. I lifted my hand, brushing the wound on my neck.

“Was that you?” I asked. There were a few places I could feel them, as if she’d left a number of bites.

“I uh… was in heat…” She sounded nervous. “Might have gone a little far.”

I realised I was grinning as I wound my fingers into her hair again and tilted her neck so she was looking directly at me.

“Not far enough,” I murmured.

A strangled sound of joy escaped her chest as I released her, that sweet wildness burning in her eyes.

I dropped my hands to her waist, blood already trying to re-energise my cock as she sank her teeth into my neck again.

I’d take any mark from her. Maybe with a thousand of them, I could forget this bond with Bella for just a second.

“I’m sorry I missed your heat,” I told her when she seemed done, and a few small trickles of hot blood could be felt sliding down my collarbone.

“That’s alright,” she said, wiping crimson from her lips as she leaned back. “Ace and Rogue were there.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the tightening of my chest at the confirmation.

She peered at me for a long time and I held my tongue, finding it easier to recognise now when she was bursting with something she didn’t know if she should say. Finally she spoke, gaze fixed on me like she was curious about my response. “Rogue didn’t have sex with meonceduring my heat.”

That staggered me. “He…what? He didn’t manage your heat?”

What thefuck?

I had a lot of reasons to despise Rogue, but I never thoughtchastitywould be one of them. “What the hell was he thinking?”

“Oh, dammit,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose and fumbling for the patchwork plushie I’d set on the desk. “Iknewthere must be something wrong with him.”

“Did Ace?—?”

“He was passed out for most of it. Rogue drugged him—I think he was worried he was gonna keel over. Probably valid, I only managed to steal a few packs of Poptarts and bottles of soda back in Vegas for him, so…” She looked a bit guilty.

“Are you hurt?” I asked. How did heats work? If she was in pain at the time, could that cause lasting issues?