Page 69 of My Unhinged Alphas
“So sensitive,” Havoc murmurs, his voice lower now.
I don’t want him narrating this. I don’t want him touching her. I don’t want him anywhere near this moment. And yet he’s here, and she’s between us, and my body is so tight with need I feel half-mad from it.
I kiss her again before I can think, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip. She moans into my mouth, naked and shaking and still leaning toward me instead of away.
That’s the only thing keeping me from stopping.
Havoc’s hands slide up the backs of her thighs, and she jerks at the touch. I swallow the sound she makes, kissing her harderwhile he spreads her slightly for us, for me, for the terrible sight of how wet she already is. My cock throbs painfully against my fly as I drag my mouth from hers and press my forehead to hers for one ragged breath.
Havoc’s hands are still on the backs of her thighs, keeping her open, but his grin fades into something more focused now that she’s actually naked between us, trembling, flushed, breathing like she can’t catch enough air.
“She’s going to fall,” he says.
I don’t answer. I bend and slide one arm behind her thighs, the other around her waist, lifting her just enough to wedge her more securely between the wall and my body. Her back presses flat to the concrete. I pin her there with my weight, holding her upright while her legs part around me.
Then Havoc drops to his knees in front of us. “So pretty like this,” he murmurs, dragging both hands slowly up her thighs. “You still with us, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
He glances up at me. “Hear that?”
I hear more than that.
Knox still hasn’t left. He hasn’t said a word since I shoved Havoc off her, but I can hear his breathing from across the room. Slow. Controlled. He’s there. Watching. Choosing not to interfere. The knowledge gets under my skin.
Lena notices it too. Her eyes flick once past us, then back to me, heat and uncertainty tangling in her expression.
“Look at me,” I tell her quietly.
She does.
That’s enough.
I slide my hand down one of her calves and lift her higher, guiding her leg over my shoulder. The angle opens her wider. She gasps, thighs trembling, fingers clawing at my shoulders and then at the wall behind her, needing something to hold on to.
Havoc groans softly at the sight of her. “Fuck.”
I lower my mouth to her first.
One slow pass of my tongue through her folds, tasting her fully, and her whole body jolts. She makes a broken sound and grabs for my hair immediately, like she learned too quickly what I can do to her.
“She likes you greedy,” Havoc says softly.
I ignore him and lick her again, slower this time, pressing my tongue into her, drawing up to her clit and circling it until her breathing turns ragged.
She’s so wet it’s almost obscene. My mouth slides over her easily, every taste of her making the need in me worse instead of better. She writhes where I hold her pinned upright, one leg hooked over my shoulder, the other still spread by Havoc’s hand as he strokes the inside of her thigh.
Then he leans in too.
He kisses the inside of her knee first, almost teasing, his mouth warm against her skin while I keep my tongue on her clit. The combination makes her cry out, hips trying to buck forward even though the wall and my body give her nowhere to go.
“Easy, kitten,” Havoc murmurs against her thigh. He drags his mouth higher, open kisses and little bites along the tender flesh until he reaches the place where my tongue has already made her slick and shaking.
“Move,” he tells me.
I lift my head only enough to let him in.
Havoc licks her with a filthy kind of appreciation, like he’s enjoying the taste as much as her reaction. His tongue is broader than mine, less precise and somehow more obscene for it, and Lena moans immediately, louder this time, one hand fisting in my hair while the other scrapes helplessly against the wall.
