Page 70 of My Unhinged Alphas
I straighten just enough to kiss her.
She tastes like herself and a little like me. Her mouth opens instantly, panting into the kiss while Havoc keeps eating her out between her legs. The sensation overwhelms her fast. I feel it in the way her lips tremble against mine, in the way her body jerks against the wall, in the helpless little sounds she makes every time Havoc drags his tongue over her clit.
“God,” she gasps into my mouth. “Please?—”
Havoc laughs against her pussy, the vibration making her arch hard enough that I have to tighten my hold on her waist to keep her upright.
“Please what?” he asks, lifting his head just enough to speak. His mouth is wet. His eyes are bright and wicked. “Use your words.”
She turns her face toward me like I might save her from him.
I don’t.
Instead I kiss down her throat while Havoc slides two fingers inside her and groans at the way she clenches. “Fuck,” he mutters. “She’s already close.”
I know. Her whole body is telling us. The tightness in her thighs. The shaking. The way she keeps trying to close her legs and can’t because I still have one over my shoulder and Havoc’s hand is holding the other open.
He works his fingers slowly at first, then deeper, curling them with a rhythm that turns her moans into something thinner, more desperate. I lower my mouth to one of her breasts and suck her nipple hard while he licks over her clit again.
She cries out.
Knox breathes in once across the room, and the sound goes through me like a blade. He’s still here. Still listening. Still not moving.
And somehow that only makes this worse.
I lift my head and look at Lena again. She’s too lost in it now to hide anything. Pleasure has stripped her open. She’sflushed all the way down her chest, hair a mess around her face, lips parted as Havoc eats at her like he means to ruin her for anything less.
“Look at me,” I say again.
Her eyes find mine with effort.
“That’s it,” I tell her, and lower my hand to stroke her cheek while Havoc thrusts his fingers deeper. “Stay here.”
Havoc lifts his head just enough to grin at me. “You sound jealous.”
I don’t answer.
He knows I hear Knox. He knows I hate that Knox hears this too.
He goes back down on her harder, tongue flattening against her clit while his fingers work her open, and Lena breaks with a sound that starts low and rises, helpless and beautiful and impossible to ignore.
Her body arches hard against the wall. Her leg tightens over my shoulder. Her pussy clenches around Havoc’s fingers while he keeps licking her through it, drawing every wave out until she’s trembling and gasping and trying to twist away from the force of it.
I hold her there.
Not to force it. To keep her from sliding down the wall in the intensity of it.
Havoc finally eases back, licking his mouth slowly, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“She tastes even better when she’s coming,” he says.
I should stop.
I know I should.
She’s still shaking from her orgasm, still trying to catch her breath, still hanging half against the wall and half against me, and Havoc is looking up at us with that dark, entertained expression that says he thinks he knows exactly how far I’ll go.
He doesn’t.
