Page 57 of Unhinged Alphas

As the intensity of my orgasm begins to ebb, I become aware of other sensations. The slight sting where Wraith's fingers dig into myhips. The ache in my thighs from being spread so wide. The fullness of his knot, still pulsing inside me.

I open my eyes, not realizing I'd squeezed them shut. Wraith is staring down at me, his gaze intense and unreadable. There's something in his eyes I can't quite decipher.

Awe? Fear? Reverence?

Whatever it is, it makes my breath catch in my throat. I've never felt so seen, so exposed, so... cherished.

The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. This isn't just sex. This is something more. Something deeper. Something that terrifies me more than any alpha ever could.

I want to look away, to hide from the intensity of his gaze, but I can't. I'm trapped, not just by his body but by his eyes, by the connection that's forming between us whether I want it to or not.

Wraith's hand comes up to cup my cheek, his touch impossibly gentle for someone so massive, so powerful. His thumb brushes over my cheekbone, wiping away a tear I didn't even realize had fallen.

The tenderness of the gesture undoes me. More tears spill over, and I turn my face into his palm, seeking comfort even as part of me screams to pull away, to protect myself from this vulnerability.

But I can't. I'm tied to him in the most intimate way possible, our bodies and scents intertwined.

And as much as it scares me, I don'twantto.

Wraith lowers his forehead to mine, his breath hot against my skin even through the mask. We stay like that, connected in every way, as our breathing slowly steadies and our heartbeats calm.

I know we'll have to move eventually. That this moment can't last forever. But for now, I let myself sink into it, into him, pushing aside all thoughts of what comes next.

Because right now, in this moment, I feel something I haven't felt in years.

I feel completely safe.

And that scares me more than anything ever has.

Chapter

Fourteen

WRAITH

Warm. Tight. So good.

Can't... think.

Ivy.

MyIvy.

Breathe. Slow. Calm. Stay calm.

Mask is still on. Good. Safe.

She can't see.

I can't bite.

Want to bite. Mark her. Claim.

No. She hates marks.

Burned one off herself.

Would never want to be marked by a monster.