Page 77 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

Okay?

I didn’t believe it. In fact, I was almost irritated to see such calculation go to waste. I wanted to believe she was better than this.

As much as I was furious at the dynamic she was trying to inspire—that she was in charge—she had to be more competent.

I couldn’t have an idiot for a mate.

She took a step back. “If you prefer to be alone, fine. But you’re not getting nothin’ until you do it my way.”

“Why would I carenow?” I asked.

I never had before.

There was a curl of a bratty pout on her lips. “Because now youneedsex and you needme.”

We stared at each other, and rage burned my veins. The fury I’d been carrying since I woke began to haze the edges of my vision.

She planned to usesexas leverage?

Usually that would be laughable, but with how unstable I was now, this was a dangerous position.

I would not be led by the collar to grovel on my knees. I got to my feet, having never felt the primal need that boiled over within me. Her lips were parted, something unsure in her beautiful violet eyes as she tracked each of my movements.

She was the only thing that remained in this world at that moment: a mesmerising creature, with messy raven hair in two lopsided buns she favoured, eyes wide, her lean form of moonlight skin clad in black lace.

She took another step back, gaze darting to the exit before she turned and tried to run.

It set off every last Alpha instinct.

Prey.

Mine.

When my fist closed around her throat, she fought me, her shriek cutting off as I clamped my hand over her mouth.

The pain of her elbow careening into my side only heightened the thrill burning my veins, and it swallowed me completely as I shoved her back on the bed.

Time was blurring, and decisions were made in a void I couldn’t track. The cuffs around her wrists came in handy as I locked her arms behind her back. My palm smothered her mouth as I dragged her back up against my chest.

I released a fraction of the feral beast within. Therewasa part of me that needed her, and if I denied it, it would consume me. I had to let it loose so it didn’t steal my freedom again.

My free hand slid down her body, finding goosebumps rippling her skin. The scent of a fresh lightning storm was dizzying as I crushed her body against mine, palm finding the lace keeping me from her flesh. She’d always been small, even for an Omega, and it was another shot of adrenaline, focusing on how easily her breast fit in my hand as I pushed lace aside. I squeezed it, feeling the way she went still but for heavy panting.

For a moment, reality tried to run away from me, the world rearranging, telling me this was a mistake. But I dragged it all back in place.

No.

She was mine. The torrent of static and lightning filling my lungs with each breath was testament to that. The only thing wrong was her assertion that my claim be onherterms.

Crushing her against me with one hand, I undid my zipper. I ignored the little whine she let out, teeth angling for my flesh but failing as I dragged her harder against me.

I didn’t want to hear a word from her mouth as I showed her this would never be a leverage point between us.

I’d been lost before, but I could claim, couldenjoy,what was mine—should, even.

The night I’d bitten her, it had been beyond my control and I’d hated it. But this was different.

I was choosing this.