Page 48 of My Unhinged Alphas
He slides two fingers back inside me—deep, curling them just right as his tongue works my clit with maddening precision.
I cry out. Loud. Open. Shameless.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me, voice vibrating through my clit. “Give me those sounds. I want all of them.” He sucks gently on my clit and the pleasure punches through me so sharply my vision whites out.
I’m dripping, shaking, hanging on to him like he’s the only thing keeping me upright.
He looks up at me—face between my thighs, lips wet with me, eyes dark and wild.
The door swings open. “What do you think you’re doing, Havoc?”
I freeze.
My head snaps toward the doorway—and there he is.
Another man. Taller. Darker. Colder somehow. His presence fills the frame without effort, eyes locked on the one in front of me like he’s already calculating damage control.
My brain trips over itself.
“Havoc?” I repeat, the word falling out before I can stop it. I look back at the man who just—God—who just had his mouth on me. “You said your name was Knox.”
“That would be me,” the man in the doorway says flatly.
Silence. Then?—
The one in front of me laughs.
Not soft. Not embarrassed.
Full, unhinged, delighted.
“How could I resist a good old prank?” he says, still grinning, completely unapologetic.
I blink at him, breath still uneven, body still humming, brain trying to catch up. “You—” I splutter. “You lied?”
“Technically,” he says, leaning in just enough that his voice drops into something conspiratorial, “I adapted.” He dips closer,breath brushing my ear as he murmurs, “I knew Vale would’ve already warned you against me, so I didn’t want to take any chances.”
He straightens, flashing that same reckless smile. “He’s a bit of a Goody Two-shoes.” Another shrug. Casual. Unbothered. “Well,” he says, “as good as one can be around here.”
I stare at them—at both of them—and feel something settle low and heavy in my chest.
Chapter 7
Knox
I stepinto the room and find Havoc exactly where I expected him to be. Too close to the girl. He has her half-naked already, and he’s too amused with himself. Too comfortable for a man who just made a mess I now have to clean up.
“Havoc,” I say.
He glances over his shoulder at me, lazy and unbothered. “Knox.” Behind him, the girl scrambles to pull on her panties and jeans, face flaming red.
I try not to watch her. “We have a problem,” I say.
That finally gets Havoc to straighten a little, though not by much. The bastard still looks entertained, like this is all one big joke and I’m the only one rude enough not to laugh.
“With the kill?” he asks.
“Yes, with the kill.”
