Page 55 of Unhinged Alphas

Wraith's breathing grows ragged, his chest heaving with each panting breath. He's close. I can sense it.

And suddenly, I want him inside me.

I pull back suddenly, causing Wraith to let out a frustrated growl. His eyes flash with confusion and concern as I gently push him onto his back. He lets me, offering no resistance.

"Trust me," I murmur, shedding my panties and climbing on top of him as he stares at me. "This will be worth the interruption."

His massive hands come to rest on my hips as I straddle him, my thighs bracketing his waist. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine, the slight tremor in his muscles and the tension in his thighs as he fights to stay still.

Reaching between us, I grasp his cock, guiding it to my entrance. Wraith's eyes widen as he realizes what I'm about to do. His grip on my hips tightens, not painfully, but enough to show how badly he wants me.

Slowly, I lower myself onto him. The stretch is intense, but my body welcomes him eagerly. I takehim inch by inch, reveling in the feeling of fullness, of completion.

Wraith's breathing grows ragged, his chest heaving with each panting breath. His bulging muscles strain as he fights the urge to thrust up into me, to take control.

But he doesn't. He lets me set the pace, his eyes never leaving my face as I work myself down onto his length.

The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating. I'm in control, dictating the rhythm, the depth. When I'm finally seated fully on him, everything but his knot inside me, I pause to catch my breath. The sensation of being so completely filled is overwhelming, pleasure mingling with a slight edge of pain.

Wraith's hands roam my body, tracing the curves of my waist, the swell of my breasts. His touch is worshipful as I begin to move, lifting myself up before sinking back down. The friction is exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my nerves. Wraith's hands guide my movements, supporting me as I ride him. He's holding back, trying to be gentle, trying to let me maintain control.

Part of me appreciates it, loves that he's soconsiderate of my needs. But another part, a part that's growing stronger with each passing moment, wants more. I just want him to relax. To let go.

I know he won't hurt me. Not permanently.

I lean down, pressing my forehead against his. "It's okay," I whisper, my breath mingling with his. "You can let go. I trust you."

Something flashes in Wraith's eyes. Gratitude, hunger, and something deeper I'm not ready to name. In one fluid motion, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him.

The change in angle drives him even deeper, pulling a gasp from my lips as his knot juts against me. Wraith pauses, searching my face for any sign of discomfort.

But there is none. Only desire and a need so deep it scares me.

"Please," I breathe, lifting my hips to meet his. "I need you."

That's all the encouragement Wraith needs. He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, giving me time to adjust to the new position.

But as my body responds, my inner walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper, his control starts to slip. His movements become more urgent, more primal.

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him on. My hands roam his broad back, feeling the play of muscles beneath the fabric of his black tank as he moves above me. I grasp the edge of his shirt and pull it, tugging it up and off of him. My hands start exploring his bare torso immediately.

Every part of this alpha is fucking huge.

My hands roam over the expanse of his chest, tracing the ridges and valleys of his abs, loving the way his muscles bunch and flex with each powerful thrust. His skin is a patchwork of scars, some thin and silvery, others thick and ropey. Each one tells a story of pain and survival, and I want to learn them all.

His hips snap against mine, driving himself deeper. My body welcomes him eagerly. I arch my back, meeting him thrust for thrust, craving more of this delicious friction. His fingers dig into my flesh hard enough to bruise.

And it feels so damn good. I know I'll have marks tomorrow, and the thought sends a thrill through me. I want this alpha to claim me in every way possible.

Even in the ways Ishouldn'twant.

A low growl rumbles through Wraith's chest, vibrating against me where our bodies are pressedtogether. The sound ignites something primal within me, something that recognizes him as my alpha.

I tilt my head back, baring my throat to him in a gesture of submission. Wraith's eyes flash with hunger, his grip on my hips tightening as he drives into me with renewed vigor. His mask brushes against my neck, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies.

For a moment, I wish he could bite me, mark me as his own. But I push the thought aside. I must be losing my fucking mind.

This is enough.