Page 176 of My Unhinged Alphas
“Too much?” I murmur.
“No.”
That answer comes too fast.
I smile into the next kiss.
Havoc says, “You’re both extremely rude.”
“Stay mad,” I say without looking at him.
Knox mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot likeJesus Christ.
I slide my mouth down Vale’s throat, kiss the scar near his jaw, then the open collar of his shirt, feeling him tense and loosen under my hands in turns. He’s hard already. I can tell before I touch him, and when I do, through his jeans, the breath leaves him in one rough rush.
“Lena.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “What?”
He knows better than to answer that honestly.
So Havoc does it for him.
“What he means,” Havoc says, voice gone lower now, “is if you keep doing that, neither of us is going to behave.”
I turn my head enough to look at him over my shoulder. “Neither?”
His grin flashes. “I’m choosing optimism.”
That gets me exactly what I wanted. I slide off Vale’s lap and onto my knees on the bed between them, one hand still stroking Vale through his jeans, my body angled just enough that Havoc has a perfect view of everything. The room feels electric now. Playful still, but only just. Like all of us know where this is going and are letting ourselves enjoy the walk there.
I undo Vale’s belt slowly.
Havoc watches my hands. “Cruel.”
“You started it.”
“No,” he says. “I improved it.”
I free Vale’s cock and wrap my hand around him. He’s thick and hot and already leaking at the tip. The sight of him goes right through me.
Then I look at Havoc again while I stroke Vale once, twice. “Still grinning?” I ask.
“More than ever.”
“Good.”
I bend and take Vale into my mouth, and his whole body tightens.
That first sound he makes is worth everything. Low, wrecked, impossible to fake. I go slowly at first just to drag more of them out, savoring the way he reacts to each pass of my tongue, the way his fingers grip the sheet instead of my hair because he’s still trying, absurdly, to be gentle.
Havoc says nothing now. He just watches.
I pull off long enough to breathe, then glance up at him and ask, “What happened to less talking?”
His laugh comes out frayed. “You are enjoying this far too much.”
“Yes,” I say, and take Vale deeper.
