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.

referring to the spilt drink on my attire. I smiled and nod, trying to act cool. I don’t know why but he makes

fresh air?” Melissa nudged me slightly, giving me that look that told me to walk away so she can have

where I stood and shyly looked at the mysterious hot guy

her jaw so slack a fly could enter. ” Wait he’s your

the mysterious guy looked at me with a quirked amused brow,

Melissa a look to shut up, but she’s not even staring at me, but at the guy

now,” I mumbled, wanting the floor to

to the porch. I wanted to speak

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

he follow after me? I rolled my lower lip between my teeth and bit down on the flesh, waiting

and closing. My pulse quickened and I prayed it was him. I shudder when that familiar feeling of heat snake down my spine, but this time

slowly, my heart thrumming against my delicate chest. There he was, his tall frame in front of the door, staring right at me with a look

stranger

approaches me, his eyes staring at me with an intensity that makes my knees weaken. I lean my bottom against the banister for support, my breathing coming shaky when his eyes drop

such pure emotion before. “Why do I feel like

contrast against my hot cheeks. His eyes flicked lower, to my throat, to my pulse and

jaw is set hard and it’s like he is straining to contain himself. “I shouldn’t