Page 138 of My Unhinged Alphas
He’s trying to act careful. Trying to keep some part of this meaningful, or whatever godforsaken thing Vale tells himselfwhen he needs to survive wanting something. But then she gets her mouth on him and that holy little act starts slipping fast.
I shift quietly under my blanket, already hard. No point pretending otherwise. I’m enjoying myself. I don’t even think twice about it. Why would I? They’re giving me a better show than anything else this dead-end motel has to offer, and I’m not built for shame. Not my own, anyway.
So I ease a hand down into my pants and wrap it around my cock, stroking slow while I listen to Lena take him into her mouth. Vale tries so hard not to make noise at first, and that’s adorable, really. Then she gets him deeper, moans around him, and the first real groan tears out of him.
I grin into the dark and squeeze myself harder.
Lena’s good at this for someone so new to everything else. Curious. Greedy in that hesitant way people are when they don’t know yet how pretty they look wanting. Vale is wrecked by it. Completely. I can hear him trying to stay still for her, trying not to thrust, trying not to let himself take too much, and all I can think is that he’s always been weakest when he starts believing pain makes him noble.
Then she climbs back up his body.
There’s a pause. A hush.
I know the shape of it without seeing clearly. Her guiding him. Him hesitating. Her pulling him in anyway.
He pushes into her slow, and both of them lose a little of themselves right there. Vale makes that low, wrecked sound like somebody punched straight through his ribs and found a prayer instead of a heart. Lena gasps and then he starts moving, and whatever was left of the confessional goes straight to hell.
Good.
The mattress starts to creak, soft at first, then harder. Vale’s holding back just enough to drive himself crazy. That’s not restraint anymore. That’s devotion. That’s the sick littleprecision he gets when he’s all the way gone and pretending he isn’t.
Lena’s moans keep getting higher. Sweeter.
They don’t know I’m smiling.
This is different from earlier. Earlier I had to needle him, goad him, get under his skin until he finally snapped and took what he wanted. That had its own charm. I like breaking things on purpose. I like seeing where they crack.
But watching this happen naturally? Watching them drift into it like confession turned into absolution and then into something hot enough to burn them both?
That’s delicious.
Vale’s fucking her deeper now. Harder. I can hear the bed knocking the wall in a rhythm that would make me laugh if my cock wasn’t throbbing in my hand. Lena sounds lost. Good and lost. Not scared. Not forced. Just open, soaked, and taking him like she’s finally realizing how good it feels to be the center of someone’s whole attention.
Maybe the center of two someones’.
I stroke faster.
Vale says something to her too low for me to catch. She answers with his name and then some tiny, ruined sound that has me biting my own knuckle to keep from making too much noise myself.
He’s close. I can tell.
So is she.
I think about moving. About making my presence known. About leaning in and turning the whole thing even filthier.
I don’t. Not yet.
This part belongs to them.
I can be generous when it serves me.
So I stay where I am, working myself slowly, watching two people who should probably know better find each other in thedark anyway. Vale pounds into her now with that beautiful, doomed focus of his, like he wants to fuck absolution into both of them and knows full well it won’t hold past morning. Lena’s moaning openly now, taking it, giving it back, and there’s something so sweetly ruined about the way she sounds.
Vale talks her through it in that low, wrecked voice of his while he fucks her right through the orgasm, and I lose the last of my patience. I stroke myself harder, watching the shadow of his body over hers, listening to her come apart for him, and think, smug as hell,yeah, there it is. You found her on your own this time, brother.
I notice the second she looks at me. Something goes through me, deeper than just a cheap thrill. Vale is still over her, still moving inside her, still driving her into the mattress with that brutal, reverent rhythm of his, and Lena turns her head in the dark and finds me there at the edge of the room, hand on my cock, already wrecked by the sight of them.
She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look ashamed.
