Page 17 of The Alpha

His jeans were soaked through, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. The storm outside was relentless, and the steady drumbeat of rain against the roof was loud.

Next, it was the blood that covered him that caught my eye. It was everywhere—on his hands and his clothes… even streaked across his face. It mixed with the rainwater, creating dark but diluted rivulets that ran down his body and pooled by his boots on the hardwood floor.

Thiswas my Knox.

His chest heaved, and his eyes were wild, like a predator who had just made a kill. And I knew he had. I knew he’d killed thosemen who cornered me. They’d made a mistake—the biggest one of their lives—and now they were gone.

“Knox,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the storm and the pounding of my heart.

He said nothing, but his gaze was locked on mine. God was it intense, unyielding, and it had something primal stirring deep inside me.

“Come here,” he said, his tone brooking no argument, but still, I hesitated.

The air between us crackled with tension. I felt it cover me like a second skin. It was this raw, untamed energy that radiated from him and speared right into the most feminine part of my body.

Knox was dangerous, feral, and I wanted him to fuck me right here. Right now.

I took a step toward him, leaving the bathroom but walking no farther. He reached behind him and slowly, almost silently, closed the bedroom door, engaged the lock, and stood waiting for me to come closer.

The silence that followed was deafening. Knox didn’t move and didn’t say another word. He just stared at me, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, and his arousal pushing against his jeans.

And then, finally, he took a step forward. Then another. And another. Each step was deliberate, measured, like he was stalking me. And he was.

My breath hitched as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming.

“Kelsie,” he said, his voice low, rough like gravel.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Are you hurt?” I didn’t think he was, but there was enough blood I worried he might’ve been.

He shook his head, rainwater flicking from his hair. “No. The blood isn’t mine.” He reached out, his fingers brushing againstmy cheek, and I shivered at the contact, my eyes wanting to close of their own accord.

Knox’s skin was cold, but his touch sent a wave of heat through me. “You’re safe now. We killed those motherfuckers. We killed them all.”

I nodded, because I couldn’t find the words to respond. My mind was still reeling, still trying to process what I was seeing, what I was feeling, and especially what I was hearing.

I knew what Knox and the MC had set out to do this evening. I knew blood would be spilled and corpses would line the ground. That didn’t bother me. The thought of Knox being put in harm’s way did though.

I could tell his body still hummed with the adrenaline of the fight. And I could feel it too—the way it pulsed off him, the way it made my heart race. His eyes burned with an intensity that made my knees weak, sweat bead between my breasts, and my pussy get juicy.

“Knox—” I started, but he cut me off.

“Don’t talk,” he said, his voice raw, commanding. He stepped closer, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, despite the coldness of his wet clothes. His hands went to my waist, gripping me tightly as he leaned down, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside of you.”

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle and sure as hell wasn’t soft. It was hungry, possessive, and I melted into him instantly, my hands clutching at his cut like they had a mind of their own. And when Knox pressed his tongue into my mouth, claiming me, I moaned at how good he felt and tasted.

I tasted rain and blood, danger and violence. I couldn’t get enough.

His hands moved lower, gripping my thighs, and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding my man tight. Knox carried me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine, his tongue fucking me between my lips. When he laid me down, he dropped on top of me, his massive body covering mine.

I could feel the weight of him, his insurmountable strength, and it made me want to be fucked like he’d never fucked me before.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing ragged, and looked down at me. “I can’t go slow. I can’t be gentle,” he warned, his voice rough, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine, Kelsie. And I’m going to fuck you in a way that shows you just how much I mean those words.”

I didn’t argue. Couldn’t argue. Because he was right. I was his. I’d always been his.

Knox stood, stripping off his wet clothes, and I lay there and watched, my breath catching in my throat as his big, hard, and muscular body was revealed. Knox was covered in tattoos and scars, a map of the wars he’d fought and won, and he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

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