My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Avery’s pov

The air around us feel electric, something like zapping electricity swirling through the air circling us two alone. The music drones out in my ears and suddenly I can no longer hear the chatter of anyone else but hear his breathing.

His hand lingers in my waist, the heat of his fingers somehow sinking into my skin. I shuddered, pulling in a long drag of air. I am in a trance and unable to move my eyes off his.

Blue. So blue.

He gripped me harder, his pupils dilating oddly and I could have sworn I saw a flash of something strange in his eyes, a flicker of red. But it must have been the stupid disco light they had hanging from the ceiling.

Suddenly I am pulled out of my daze when Melissa slides up to me, her voice sharp with fake confusion and worry. “Avery I’ve told you many times you must watch where you’re going,” her sultry eyes slide over to the mysterious hot guy and her eyes twinkle as though she had just got a new favorite toy.

“I’m sorry for that hottie, my friend can be so clumsy,” Melissa flirted and twirled her hair.

Her stare unnerved me and I found myself subconsciously grinding my teeth and glaring at her while she stared at my mysterious guy with love struck eyes.

My guy?

I reddened at the thought, my eyes shifting over to him slowly only to be surprised that his eyes were on me the entire time and had not spared a glance at Melissa. “Are you okay?” His hoarse voice questioned, his stunning eyes rolling down my frame and making me shiver.

the spilt drink on my attire. I smiled and nod,

didn’t you say you’re heading out for some fresh air?” Melissa nudged me slightly, giving me that look that told me to walk away so she can have him all to

didn’t. I stay rooted where I stood and shyly looked at the mysterious hot guy under my lashes. “You left before

gaped, her jaw so slack a fly could enter. ”

red with embarrassment, the mysterious guy looked at me with a quirked amused brow, eyes twinkling. “Penis

up, but she’s not even staring at me, but

take that fresh air now,” I mumbled, wanting the floor to open

me to the porch. I wanted to speak to him alone…after all I didn’t know his name

and went to party inside. The cool air brushed against my skin, making

lip between my teeth and bit down

and I prayed it was him. I shudder when that familiar feeling of

slowly, my heart thrumming against my delicate chest. There he was, his tall frame in front of the

can a mere stranger make me

my breath, my fingers gripping the banisters hard when he approaches me, his eyes staring at me with an intensity that makes my knees weaken. I lean my bottom against the banister

“Why do I feel like

cold air is a contrast against my hot cheeks. His eyes flicked lower, to

it’s like he is straining to contain himself. “I shouldn’t be here with you V,” his voice cracks, and his hand