Page 139 of My Unhinged Alphas
She just holds out a hand.
For one second, I actually hesitate. That surprises the hell out of me.
Not because I don’t want her. I’ve wanted her from the beginning. Not because I’m worried about Vale either. I can read him well enough to know exactly how frayed he is, exactly how deep he’s gone, exactly how much he hates and needs what he’s doing to her.
No, I hesitate because the gesture isn’t desperate or accidental. It’s simple. Open. Like she means it. Like she wants me there with them, not just in the room.
That does something stranger to me than lust.
I glance at Vale. He’s above her, breathing hard, face half-buried against her throat, his body still moving in rough thrusts.But he’s looking at me too now, eyes dark in the low light, jaw tight, still caught halfway between possessive and guilty.
Then he gives the smallest nod.
That’s all.
I move. I cross to the bed and take her hand.
Her fingers close around mine warm and a little shaky, and that tiny point of contact goes through me harder than it should. Vale is still inside her, and I stand there beside the bed looking down at both of them for one charged second before I lean in and kiss her.
Not deep. Not yet. Just enough to taste the heat of her mouth while Vale comes inside her, filling her. Enough to hear the little broken sound she makes when our lips meet.
Then Vale pulls out. Slow. Lena gasps at the loss, body twitching at the sensitivity of it, and Vale makes a low sound under his breath that could mean regret, or want, or both. He stays close, one hand on her thigh like he can’t make himself stop touching her all at once.
I don’t waste time.
I get rid of my pants, climb onto the bed, and fit myself over her while Vale shifts to the side without really moving away. He’s still there, still part of it, kissing her temple, her mouth, the line of her jaw, one hand stroking her stomach while I settle between her legs.
And then I stop. Just for a second.
Because I expected heat. Expected slickness. Expected the familiar punch of wanting something and taking it.
I did not expect this.
Lena under me feels small in the best possible way, warm and open and looking at me like I’m something she chose instead of something that happened to her. Her thighs part for me without my asking. Her fingers slide over my arm, then my shoulder, then the back of my neck, grounding me there.
It quiets something inside me. Enough that I actually notice the silence in my own head for once. Not fully gone. Never that. But softer. The usual static, the constant dirty hum under everything, cut down low enough that I can feel her instead of just the need.
That startles me more than the hesitation did.
“Still with me?” I ask her, and my voice comes out rougher, lower.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Vale’s hand cups her cheek. “You can stop him.”
She looks at him, then back at me. “I know,” she says.
There’s something in that answer that hits all three of us at once.
I kiss her harder.
She opens for me immediately, soft and hungry and still a little ruined from Vale. I like that. I like it too much. I kiss her while I drag my cock through the wetness between her thighs, feeling how sensitive she already is, how she trembles when I rub against her clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Vale groans quietly beside her at the same time, hearing it, seeing it, one hand still moving over her skin like he can’t help himself.
I push in slowly, and Lena arches under me, mouth opening on a gasp. I nearly lose my whole mind right there.
