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.

when I realize that he was referring to the spilt drink on my attire. I smiled and nod, trying to act cool. I don’t know why but he makes me nervous and giddy. Something I’ve never

slightly, giving me that look that told me to walk away so she can

and shyly looked at the mysterious hot guy under

slack a fly could enter.

at me with a quirked amused brow, eyes twinkling. “Penis

up, but she’s not even staring at me, but at the guy I

mumbled, wanting the floor

little voice in my head praying that he’d follow me to the porch. I wanted to speak to him alone…after

grateful and relieved that everyone had left and went to party inside. The cool air brushed against my skin, making chills of goosebumps to

lip between my teeth and bit down on the flesh, waiting with my breath snagged in my

it was him. I shudder when that familiar feeling of heat snake down my spine,

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

stranger

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 for support, my breathing coming shaky when his eyes drop

soul and I gasped, never seeing such pure emotion before. “Why do I feel like I know you?” The words drift out of my lips before

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

sides when he stopped in front of me. His jaw is set hard and it’s like he is straining to contain himself. “I shouldn’t be here with you V,” his voice cracks, and his