Page 68 of My Unhinged Alphas
She shakes her head, then moans when he presses more firmly.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I mean no, I—” Her voice breaks when his fingers move faster.
I close my hand into a fist at my side. The room feels too small. Her sounds fill it too easily. Every one of them drags over my nerves like a hand.
Havoc watches her for another moment, then looks at me again. And the bastard knows. He knows I’m hard. He knows I’m listening to every breath. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me by touching her like this in front of me.
Lena reaches for him blindly, pulling at his shirt, chasing more.
I take one step forward before I even realize I’m moving. One second, I’m watching Havoc’s hand inside her jeans, listening to the sounds she can’t hold back, and the next I’m on him, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him away from her hard enough that he stumbles back a step.
“Havoc.” My voice comes out breathless.
He laughs under his breath like this is exactly what he wanted. “Yeah,” he says, straightening.
I don’t answer him.
I look at her.
Lena is still pressed to the wall, chest rising and falling too fast, lips parted, face flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure and confusion and too much of everything. Her shirt sits twisted, one breast still half-cradled in his touch, her jeans open, her body trembling from what he just did to her. She looks at me like she doesn’t know whether to brace or reach.
That decides it.
I grab her face and kiss her. There’s nothing careful in it this time. No restraint. No attempt to make this anything but what it is—hunger, jealousy, possession, guilt, all of it colliding the second my mouth meets hers. She gasps and I take full advantage of it, kissing her deep, rough, desperate enough that I feel it in my teeth.
Her hands catch at me immediately.
Not pushing me off. Holding on.
That only makes it worse.
I push her harder into the wall and kiss down her jaw, her throat, the line of her collarbone, my hands already at her blouse, already angry with the barrier of it. The fabric strains once under my grip. Then tears.
Buttons pop and scatter. The blouse parts under my hands, and I drag it open enough to bare her chest to me. I lower my head and take one breast into my mouth, sucking hard enough to pull a moan out of her that goes straight through me.
“Vale—”
My name sounds like surrender on her tongue.
I groan against her skin and bite lightly at her nipple before soothing it with my tongue. She arches into me, shaking, clearly too worked up to hide any of it, and I lose what little discipline I had left.
Behind me, Havoc moves. I feel his hands at her waist, feel her body jolt when he drops to work on the fastening of herjeans. He drags them down her hips while I keep my mouth on her, kissing and sucking and tasting every inch I can reach. She gasps when cooler air hits her skin, one hand in my hair, the other grabbing blindly for purchase.
Her jeans slide down her thighs and then lower. Havoc peels them away completely. By the time I lift my head, her underwear is gone too. She’s naked beneath our hands.
The sight almost undoes me.
She stands there against the wall, chest flushed, nipples tight, thighs trembling, skin bared to the morning light and to us, and for one terrible, perfect second all I can do is stare.
Havoc lets out a low whistle behind me. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Worth the wait.”
I shoot him a look that should warn him off. He only grins.
Lena’s breathing turns even more uneven under the attention, under the fact of being exposed, under the way we’re both looking at her now. Her face burns, but she doesn’t cover herself. She doesn’t tell us to stop.
My hand slides down her stomach, slower this time, almost reverent despite the roughness of everything else. She shivers when my fingertips brush the inside of her thigh.
