Page 60 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

“Oh.” She tossed Bunny between her hands, then let out a rough laugh. “Yeah, maybe.” She looked back up at me curiously. “So… if there was no guarantee that you’d have sex with me ever again, you’d still stick around?”

“That’s a trick question.”

“Is not.”

“There is never a guarantee.”

She looked disbelieving. “What about the gun?”

I winced thinking back to our early intimacy. “The gun was… unique.”

“Hm.” She looked back to Bunny, a cute little frown on her face. “Well. I’m not making no promises in return.”

I grinned.

“That doesn’t bother you?” she prodded.

“Not in the slightest.”

Please,goddamn it,chain me up and fuck me again. Best night of my fucking life.

“Does that make me wrong if it… if it bothers me, then?” she asked. “If it doesn’t bother you?”

I considered her, then chuckled. “Unwanted intimacy with Omegas was never a demon of mine.” I hated Bella, but there were a good number of things I feared from that relationship before sex ever made the list.

“Hm… I never thought about it like that…”

She straightened, turning at the creak of my office door.

Honied bourbon soured my mood as Rogue stepped into the room without so much as knocking.

Fuck him. Having him in my space was getting more and more unbearable with every new reveal of his stupid nobility.

“All moved,” he said, eyes flicking to the scattered scrunchies on the desk, and then to Thistle’s still-scruffy hair. If he guessed what that meant, he didn’t let it show.

“Turns out you don’t have a disease,” Thistle declared.

“I don’t… what?” Rogue asked.

I stifled my snort at how affronted he looked, folding his arms and glaring at me like I’d tried to give her that idea.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Thistle said quickly. “Are you turning in?”

“Yeah,” Rogue said, yawning on cue.

“You uh… wanna maybe… crash in my nest?” she asked.

“Wait,” I snapped. “It’s my turn.”

“Turn?” Thistle’s eyes went wide. “Can’t you… can’t you both come?”

“No.” I said it the same moment Rogue did.

I’d crashed his date as a dominance play, not the status-fucking-quo. I wasn’t sharing nest time with that prick.

Never going to happen.

Thistle’s lips were pursed though, and she glanced down at Bunny.“Stupid Alphas,”she muttered.