Bonded To The Dysfunctional Alpha

Chapter 3: Pervert

Sophie’s POV

“Pervert.” I zipped my bag shut.

“Absolute, certified, unashamed pervert.”

I yanked the zipper back because it caught on the lining, freed it with more force than necessary, pulled it all the way across and sat staring at the packed bag like it had personally offended me.

I didn’t want to go.

That was the honest, humiliating truth of it. Sitting right in the center of my chest, heavy and stubborn and refusing to be packed away with my clothes. I didn’t want to walk back into my brother’s pack and fold myself back into the shape he’d spent years deciding I should be.

But I had no reason to stay. No real one. No invitation that hadn’t been invented entirely inside my own head.

My wolf had opinions about that. She’d been having opinions since yesterday and I was tired of arguing with her.

I left the bag and went to find Ava.

Her door was slightly open and I was already talking before my hand touched the handle.

“Okay so I’m leaving and you have to come downstairs and see me off because I refuse to just walk out without….” I pushed the door open and stopped dead.

Tyler looked up from where he sat on the edge of Ava’s bed. Alone. Phone in hand, elbows resting on his knees, those blue eyes coming straight to me the second the door moved like he’d already known I was standing there.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

The room felt smaller than it had any right to be.

“Where’s Ava,” I said flatly.

He tilted his head. Said nothing. Just watched me with that unbothered calm that made my skin feel like it was running two degrees too warm.

I hissed under my breath and turned around. Fine. I would text Ava from the car. I would walk out the front door with my bag and my dignity and in two hours none of this would matter.

I reached for the door handle but….

“Stay.”

The word landed quiet and even and I stopped moving completely.

I turned around slowly. “What did you just say?”

“Stay.”

“Say it one more time.”

“Stay, Sophie.”

I stared at him. He’d stood up at some point without me noticing and he was just there now, tall and solid, grey shirt fitted across his chest and shoulders in a way that my eyes didn’t need to be tracking but were absolutely tracking anyway.

I pulled my gaze back up to his face.

“I have a bag packed,” I said. “I have a home. And I won’t stay here and tolerate your pervert behavior.”

“I saw the message.”

Everything in me went still.

“From…obviously your brother.”

“That’s not your business,” I said carefully.

“You got threatened.”

“It’s my brother. It’s just how he communicates, it doesn’t mean….”

“It means you’re not walking out of here alone.” His voice was even. Not loud, not even aggressive, just completely certain in a way that certain men were certain about things and it made me want to scream because part of me, the part I was least proud of, felt something loosen in my chest at the sound of it.

“I don’t want your protection.” The words came sharp and genuine. “I have someone at home making every decision for me already and I did not come here to find a replacement. So thank you. No.”

I turned back to the door ready to leave.

I didn’t fully track how he crossed the room but his hand closed around my wrist, smooth and warm, and then I was turning and my back met the wall and he was in front of me and every word I had lined up dissolved completely.

He was close. Closer than yesterday. Close enough that his chest was almost against mine and I could feel the heat coming off him like something physical.

His scent wrapped around me, that deep cool forest rain smell that my wolf had been cataloguing and hoarding since the pool party, and she went so still inside me she was practically holding her breath.

His eyes moved over my face. Then down. Slow and deliberate, across my throat, my collarbone, my breast, lower, taking his time with absolutely no apology about it, and I felt my n*****s press against my bra like they were trying to get his attention.

His hands settled on the wall either side of my head.

“Tyler….”

He leaned in and his mouth grazed the top of my breast, his lips soft and warm just above my neckline, and the sound that nearly came out of me would have been mortifying so I pressed my lips together hard and gripped the wall behind me instead.

His mouth moved. Tracing slow along my collarbone, across my throat, pausing at my jaw, and I had completely stopped remembering why any of this was a bad idea.

My head tipped back on its own. He pressed a kiss just below my ear and I felt it everywhere, a sharp warm pull that went straight down through my stomach and lower to my pants.

Then I felt his hard c**k against my hip.

Hard, Very hard like a rock. Pressing against me through his jeans with absolutely no attempt to hide it and my brain short circuited for a full second.

Something in me made a decision before I consciously approved it.

I lifted my leg.

My knee came up along his outer thigh and his hand caught it immediately, his palm warm and firm behind my knee, pulling it higher until my leg was hooked around his waist and he was pressed fully against me and I felt every inch of him, thick and insistent against the inside of my thigh, separated by two thin layers of fabric that felt like nothing at all.

A sound left his throat that undid me.

something he hadn’t planned on.

My fingers found his shirt. His hips pressed forward slightly, just slightly, like a question, and my whole body answered before I could think about it, warmth flooding through me, my underwear completely beyond wet, his mouth back at my throat and my fingers twisting in his shirt because I needed to hold onto something or I was going to slide straight down the wall.

I wanted him to hike my other leg up. I wanted to feel him press harder. I wanted him to pull the neckline of my shirt aside and use his mouth on my chest properly instead of hovering above it. I wanted all of it, all at once, and the wanting was so sharp it almost hurt.

He pulled back just slightly and looked at me.

His eyes were darker than they’d been a minute ago. His breathing wasn’t as steady as he was pretending. His hair was slightly messed from my fingers and he looked at me like I was something he’d been trying not to want for longer than just today.

He leaned in again, mouth brushing the corner of my jaw, moving toward my lips…

“What is going on in here?”

Ava.

I dropped my leg so fast I nearly lost my balance. Tyler stepped back, one hand steadying my hip briefly before releasing it, and by the time Ava had fully processed the scene he was standing two feet away looking almost composed except for the slight unevenness of his breathing and the state of his jeans which told a very complete story.

Ava stood in the doorway, bag in hand, eyes moving between us slowly.

Tyler looked at her. “Your friend has decided to stay another week.”

Ava’s face broke into a grin that took over her entire expression. She pointed at me. “I knew it.”