Page 71 of My Unhinged Alphas
I barely do.
Lena’s leg is still hooked over my shoulder. My mouth is wet with her. So are Havoc’s fingers. The room smells like her now, warm and slick and impossible to ignore. Knox is still somewhere behind us, silent enough to feel like judgment.
I don’t care. Not enough.
I get one hand under her thigh and the other at her waist and lower her slightly against the wall, removing her leg from my shoulder and wrapping it around my waist instead. Her breath catches hard at the sudden movement. She looks at me, dazed, flushed, wrecked from coming, and I see the exact moment she realizes what I’m about to do.
“Vale—”
The sound of my name nearly undoes me.
I fumble my cock free with one hand, barely steady enough for it. I’m so hard it hurts. The first brush of me against her soaked pussy drags a broken noise out of both of us. She jerks against the wall, head knocking back lightly against the concrete, and I curse under my breath because she’s everywhere now, heat and slickness and trembling need.
Havoc goes very quiet. I hear him breathe out once, long and low. “Fuck,” he says.
I don’t look at him. I hold Lena’s gaze while I push into her.
Slow at first. Not to be gentle, but because I need to feel it. I need to know exactly how she takes me, exactly how her body opens around me, exactly how much of that tight, wet heat I can stand before I lose every last grip on myself.
She gasps and tenses hard.
I stop.
Her mouth falls open. Her lashes flutter. Her whole body strains around me, not pushing me away, just trying to survive the stretch.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
She does.
“You want this?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I move again. Deeper this time.
The sound she makes is wrecked and helpless and enough to snap the last restraint in me. I bury myself all the way in one hard thrust, and her cry hits the wall and comes back to us, thin and breathless and filthy.
Her legs lock around my waist. Her back presses flat to the concrete.
I start to fuck her.
Hard.
Not frantic. Deliberate. Deep. Each thrust drives her into the wall, making her breasts bounce, making her gasp and moan and cling to me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright. One hand braces beside her head. The other grips her thigh, holding her leg high over my arm so I can get deeper, so I can feel every shudder of her body when I slam into her.
She’s so tight it borders on pain.
I love it.
I hate that I love it.
“God,” I rasp, mouth at her throat now, teeth scraping her skin as I pound into her. “You feel—fuck—you feel like this was made for me.”
Lena moans my name and arches into me, and that wrecks my rhythm for one second. I thrust harder. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her nails dragging against my scalp, her breaths turning into little broken sounds every time I hit deep enough to make her whole body jump.
Havoc is still there, still watching. I can feel it. And now that he’s found his voice again, he uses it.
“There he is,” he says softly, almost admiring. “Knew you had it in you.”
