Page 65 of My Unhinged Alphas
She shakes her head quickly. “No.”
I study her for a second. Then grin. “Oh, that’s interesting.”
Her stomach tightens—I can see it.
“What?” she asks.
“No one’s had you like this before, have they?” I tilt my head, watching her unravel in real time. “No one’s made you react like this.”
She hesitates. Then, quietly?—
“No.”
My mouth crashes into hers, and she gasps, the sound swallowed by my lips as I take the kiss deeper, rougher, like I’m trying to burn it into both of us before I force myself to stop.
My hand fists in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to control the angle, to make her open for me. She does—God, she does—melting into it like she was waiting for me to lose control again.
Her hands grab at my shirt, pulling me closer, and I let her. I let myself press into her, let her feel exactly how much of a mistake this is.
Her breath breaks between kisses. “Wait—” she tries, but it dissolves into a shaky inhale when I drag my mouth down her jaw, my teeth catching lightly on her skin.
“Don’t,” I murmur against her throat. “Don’t tell me to stop now.”
“I wasn’t—” She sucks in a breath. “I wasn’t going to?—”
That does something dangerous to me.
I kiss her again, slower this time but no less intense, dragging it out, making her chase it when I pull back just an inch. “Then what were you going to say?” I ask, voice low, almost a dare.
She hesitates. Her chest rises. Falls. Rises again.
And then, breathless?—
“I’ve never… done this,” she admits.
I still. Just for a second.
“Done what?” I ask, even though I already know.
She swallows, eyes flicking away and then back to me like she’s forcing herself not to hide. “This,” she says. “Any of it.I’m—I’m a virgin.” The words come out rushed, tangled in her breathing.
And fuck?—
I feel that.
I stare at her for a beat too long, my grip in her hair loosening just slightly, my brain trying to catch up with the reality of what she just handed me.
Then something in me snaps again.
Not softer. Worse.
I kiss her harder than before. Like I’m punishing myself for wanting her more because of it. My mouth takes hers completely, swallowing whatever breath she has left, my hand sliding back to her waist, gripping tight enough to keep her exactly where I want her.
She moans into it. And that sound?—
That fucking sound?—
It goes straight through me.
