Page 105 of My Unhinged Alphas
The air between us turns electric. Heavy. His eyes drop briefly to my mouth, then back up, and that tiny shift does more to me than it should.
“You don’t react to anything,” I say, quieter now.
“That’s not true.”
“Prove it.”
For the first time, something in his expression gives.
Not much. Enough.
I kiss him before I can think better of it.
It’s meant to be a challenge. A way to take something back. A way to make him feel off-balance for once instead of me.
For one second, he stays still.
Then his restraint breaks. His hand comes to my waist, hard and immediate, and suddenly I’m lifted off the ground. I gasp against his mouth as he picks me up like it costs him nothing, like he’d been holding himself back all night and now he’s done trying.
The kiss turns rough, hungry, out of control in a way that makes my pulse go wild all over again. His mouth is hot and demanding, his grip firm enough to leave no doubt that he’sthere, that this is happening, that I asked for it and now neither of us knows how to make it smaller.
It is insane. Completely insane.
And it feels so good I can’t think straight.
He carries me toward the bed without breaking the kiss, and I can feel the tension in him, the effort it takes for him to keep any part of this controlled. When he finally sets me down and pulls back, it’s only enough to look at me, breathing hard, eyes dark and locked on mine like he’s giving me one last chance to stop this.
I don’t.
I kiss him again.
That’s all it takes.
We barely know each other. We’re in a cheap motel after surviving a shooting. I should be pulling away, demanding space, demanding answers, demanding sanity.
Instead I’m kissing him back like I’ve lost my mind.
Because it feels so damn good.
His mouth opens over mine, rough and hungry, one big hand sliding up my back while the other grips my thigh and drags me closer over the bulge already pressing against his jeans. I gasp into his mouth when it rubs right where I’m aching. He swallows the sound, kissing me deeper, and suddenly I’m the one holding on while he takes over.
His hands move to my shirt, shoving it up, and the look on his face when my bra comes into view is almost enough to make me come undone. He drops his head and mouths at the swell of my breast over the fabric first, then hooks the cup down and takes my nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He sucks hard, tongue circling, teeth just barely scraping before soothing it again. I whimper and arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair. He pays the same attention to the other one,slow and thorough, like he’s starving and in no hurry to hide it. Every pull of his mouth shoots straight between my thighs. My hips shift restlessly against him, desperate for more, and he notices. Of course he notices.
His hands slide down, dragging my shorts and panties off in one impatient pull. He lays me back on the motel bed, stares at me spread out under him for one heavy second, then drops to his knees between my thighs.
The first lick nearly takes my breath.
I jerk, hand flying to the blanket, but Knox just grips my thighs harder and opens me wider. He eats me like he means it, no teasing now, tongue deep and relentless, licking through my slick until I can’t stop the sounds coming out of me. I whimper, then moan, then I’m full-on shaking around his mouth because he doesn’t let up. He knows exactly how to use that rough restraint of his here too, holding me still when I try to squirm away from how good it feels.
“Knox,” I gasp.
He hums against me, and the vibration makes me cry out.
One of his hands leaves my thigh and pushes two fingers inside me, thick and slick, curling just right while his mouth keeps working my clit. My back arches off the bed. My whole body goes tight. It’s too much and not enough, and I’m panting, thighs trembling against his shoulders, chasing the edge so hard I can barely think.
