Page 140 of My Unhinged Alphas
She fits me.
Not the way women usually do, where it’s friction and heat and good enough to make me stop thinking for a while. No. This is different. She feels like she opens around me instead of just taking me, warm and slick and impossibly right, like there’s room for all of me even though I know there isn’t. I’ve never cared much about feeling connected to anyone in bed. Icare about release. About bodies. About the temporary mercy of getting the need out of my system.
But this?—
This feels like being let in.
The thought is so foreign I almost laugh.
Instead I thrust deeper and groan into her mouth.
She wraps herself around me fast, legs tightening at my hips, fingers digging into my shoulders. Vale is still there at her side, kissing her as I start to move in earnest, his hand slipping to one of her breasts, thumb rolling her nipple while I fuck her with long, hard strokes.
Lena moans between us.
And Christ, I thought I knew what I liked before. I’ve been with enough women to know the difference between performance and surrender, between someone taking what you’re doing and someone genuinely giving it back. Lena gives it back. She meets me. She lifts her hips, tries to find my rhythm, kisses me with that same open heat she gave Vale, and suddenly I’m not just hard and hungry.
I’m here. Present in a way I usually avoid.
It should piss me off. It doesn’t.
I grab her thigh and hitch it higher over my waist, driving into her deeper, harder now. She cries out, and Vale kisses the sound right off her mouth before I can. Then I take her mouth from him and fuck her through another deep thrust that makes the whole bed creak.
“God,” I say against her lips. “You feel too fucking good.”
Vale’s hand slides down between us and he rubs her clit, precise and cruel in the best way, while I keep pounding into her. The combination wrecks her almost immediately. Her body jerks, thighs shaking, and she clings to both of us, half-lost already.
I should be focused on getting off. Instead I keep noticing things. The way her face changes when she’s close. The way her hand keeps finding me, not blindly, but like she wants to hold on. The way the room narrows around her so completely that, for once, the noise in my head doesn’t get a vote.
I can actually be with her. Not just use her. Not just consume what she’s offering and chase the finish line. Be with her. Feel her. Listen. Answer.
That shouldn’t be possible for me.
And yet here I am, buried inside her, kissing her hard while Vale strokes her over the edge and I realize I don’t want this to be just another body, another release, another thing I laugh off in the morning.
I want more of her.
That is a deeply stupid realization to have mid-thrust.
I laugh once against her mouth, rough and half-crazed.
“What?” she breathes.
“Nothing,” I say, and slam into her harder.
She moans, Vale smiles against her throat, and the three of us find the rhythm together somehow. Vale touching and kissing her from above, me driving into her from between her thighs, Lena caught in the middle and opening for both of us like she was made for attention and just never got enough of it until now.
The thought makes me go softer for half a second.
Not in my body. In my head.
I cup her face and look at her properly. “You with us?”
Her eyes find mine, dazed and bright. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Then I fuck her like I mean it. Hard. Deep. No caution left in me now except the kind that pays attention instead of holding back. She takes me beautifully, every thrust answered, every gasp making me want to give her another. Vale keeps working her clit until her body starts tightening around me again,impossibly soon, and I know she’s going to come with me inside her.
