Page 72 of My Unhinged Alphas
I drive into her again, harder, and Lena cries out.
Havoc laughs under his breath. “Yeah, that’s right. Let him fuck you. Look at you taking it.”
I should hate that he’s speaking, but it feeds something vicious in me.
Lena’s face is flushed all the way down her chest now. Her lips are parted. Her eyes barely stay open. Every thrust knocks another sound out of her, and she doesn’t seem able to stop any of them. “Vale—please?—”
I don’t even know what she’s asking for.
I give her more anyway.
Her legs wrap tighter around me, ankles locking behind my back now, and the new angle goes even deeper. She sobs out a moan and bites my shoulder to muffle it.
The pain only makes me thrust harder.
Somewhere between Lena’s second broken moan and the wet sound of my body driving into hers, I hear Knox move. The door opens, then shuts again with quiet finality, and the room feels smaller for the silence he leaves behind.
“Jesus Christ,” Havoc mutters.
I finally glance at him. He’s standing, cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly as he watches me fuck her. His grin is gone. His eyes are dark and hungry and fixed on the place where my body meets hers.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says.
I don’t.
Lena is shaking again already. I can feel it building in her, the way her cunt starts to flutter around me, the way her hips lose rhythm and just chase impact, pleasure, anything. I drop my hand between us and find her clit, rubbing hard, rough circles over it while I keep fucking her into the wall.
She breaks, crying out and clenching around me so hard I nearly come with her. Her whole body locks, then convulses in my arms, legs crushing my hips, mouth open against my throat as wave after wave hits.
I keep moving.
Slower for one thrust, then hard again.
She mewls, oversensitized, trying to take it, trying to breathe, and I kiss her mouth while I fuck her through it, swallowing every desperate little sound I can.
Havoc groans behind me, hand moving faster now.
Lena is still trembling around me, still sensitive from the orgasm I just fucked out of her, and the way she clings to me only makes it worse. Her legs are locked around my waist, her back braced against the wall, her mouth open against my throat as every thrust knocks another helpless sound out of her.
I’m done.
I know it.
My rhythm breaks. I slam into her once, twice, and then I bury myself as deep as I can get and hold there, my whole body going rigid as I come inside her.
The orgasm hits hard enough to make my vision blur. I bite down on a groan against her shoulder, hips jerking once, then again, while heat spills into her in pulse after pulse.
Her hands are still in my hair. Her chest rises hard against mine. I stay inside her, breathing like I’ve just outrun something, feeling the way her body holds me there and the wet heat of her around my cock.
Behind me, Havoc groans low and wrecked. I glance over just enough to see him leaning back against the wall, fist wrapped around himself, stroking hard and fast while he watches us. His head tips back for a second, jaw clenched, and then he comes over his hand with a rough curse, still looking straight at Lena like he can’t make himself look away.
Chapter 11
Lena
Vale pullsout of me with a wet sound that should be embarrassing and somehow isn’t.
If anything, it makes everything worse.
