Page 163 of My Unhinged Alphas
I move before I fully think it through.
Lena turns when she hears me coming. “What?—”
I kiss her.
Not tentative. Not soft enough to be mistaken for comfort. I take her face in one hand and kiss her hard enough to cut straight through the panic and the argument and whatever sentence she was about to throw at me. She gasps once against my mouth, startled, then grabs my shirt and kisses me back with the same immediate heat that has already ruined all of us once.
Havoc goes quiet.
Good.
I pull back just enough to look at her. She’s flushed already, breathing too fast, eyes wide and bright and not shocked the way she should be.
“Knox,” she says, voice thin.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her.
The words drop into the room like a challenge.
For half a second nobody moves.
Then Havoc lets out a low, rough laugh. “Well.”
Lena looks from me to him and back again, and I can see the exact second she understands what I’m doing. Not control. Not really. Redirection. Something filthy and immediate and impossible to mistake for anything but need.
And she likes that. I can see it.
I keep my eyes on hers. “You can say no.”
She swallows.
Then, slowly, she drops to her knees between us.
Fuck.
Havoc exhales through his nose and shifts closer.
Lena looks up at us from the floor, and the sight of her there nearly wipes out the rest of my thinking. Her hair is a little wild, lips swollen from the kiss, expression wrecked and stubborn and hot enough to strip the room down to nothing but bodies.
I undo my belt. Havoc is already reaching for his zipper beside me, grinning like he’s been handed an answer he approves of far too much.
“Open,” I tell her.
She does.
I slide my fingers into her hair, not rough, just enough to guide, and press the head of my cock to her mouth. She takes me in with a soft breath, warm lips parting around me, and I groan before I can stop it.
Havoc frees himself beside me and brushes his fingers over her cheek. “You’re going to be good for us, aren’t you?”
Lena glances up at him while I’m still in her mouth, and the look she gives him is half challenge, half heat. Then she takes me deeper.
My hand tightens in her hair. “Jesus.”
Havoc laughs low. “Already?”
“She’s warm,” I say.
He strokes himself once, twice, then taps his cock lightly against her lower lip while she works me. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me.”
