“Say it.”
“This was meant to be temporary.”
That was the knife.
I nodded. “I know.”
Silence stretched.
Then I stepped forward.
Not because I was confused.
Not because I needed comfort.
Because I was making a choice, for myself I was done being a pawn in my own life.
I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching out to press against his chest. His heart beat steady under my palm, but his eyes locked on mine, blue and unreadable. He didn’t move back, but he didn’t lean in either. The air hung thick, charged with everything we both knew—this wasn’t going to fix a damn thing. It was just adding more craziness to the shit storm that was brewing. But this was my choice... everyone else seemed to be making choices for me, but I was making this one for myself.
“Lock,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, fingers curling into his shirt as I stepped closer still. His scent hit me hard—musky, alpha, wrapping around me like a vice, stirring that low heat in my gut that had been simmering since he’d touched me before. I could feel the slick starting to gather between my thighs, unbidden, my body betraying how much I wanted this despite everything.
He exhaled sharply, his hand coming up to cover mine, but he didn’t push it away. “Kellan, we can’t. Not like this. You’re... you’re not safe here. I’m supposed to protect you, not—” His words cut off as I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his jaw, tentative but insistent.
“Please,” I murmured against his skin, tasting the salt of him. My free hand slid down his chest, lower, until my fingers grazed the bulge straining against his pants. He was already hard for me, and that knowledge sent a thrill through me, making my own cock twitch. I’d never done more than what we’d shared last time, but I needed him now—all of him.
Lock groaned, his grip tightening on my hand, holding it in place over his erection. “Fuck, Kellan. This is wrong. I’m the one who brought you here, but I swear, I didn’t mean for?—”
I cut him off by dropping to my knees before he could finish, my hands fumbling with his belt, yanking it open with a clink. His protests died in his throat as I tugged his pants down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum, and I stared for a second, heart pounding. It was bigger than I’d imagined from feeling it before, and the scent of him—pure alpha arousal—made my mouth water.
“Kellan, stop,” he rasped, but his hand was already in my hair, fingers threading through the strands, not pulling me away but holding me there, conflicted. I didn’t listen. I leaned in, wrapping my lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling over the slit to lap up that salty bead.
He hissed, hips jerking forward involuntarily. “God, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” His voice was wrecked, and I took that as encouragement, sliding my mouth down further, taking more of him in. He was hot and thick on my tongue, stretching my jaw as I bobbed my head, sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks.
Lock’s resistance cracked then. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me now, pushing me to take him deeper. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He thrust shallowly into my mouth, fucking my face with controlled movements, his cock hitting the back of my throat and makingme gag a little, but I didn’t pull back. Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked him, humming around his length, the vibrations drawing a deep moan from him.
“You’re doing so well, Kellan. Sucking my cock like you were made for it. Such a good omega.” His praises washed over me, making my slick leak more, soaking my thighs. I reached down, palming my own aching cock through my pants, but Lock noticed, his thrusts slowing.
He pulled me off with a wet pop, his cock glistening with my spit, twitching in the air. “Enough,” he growled, hauling me up by the arms and tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I bounced on the mattress, staring up at him as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, his body all hard muscle and scars, alpha power radiating from him. “I want to come inside you, Kellan. Need to fill that tight ass with my knot.”
My breath hitched, fear and want twisting in my chest. I nodded, scrambling to undress, kicking off my pants and shirt until I was bare, my cock hard and leaking against my stomach, slick shining on my inner thighs. Lock’s eyes darkened as he crawled over me, caging me in. “You’re so fucking sexy like this. Spread out for me, all slick and ready. I’ve been holding back since the moment I first scented you—trying to do the right thing, keep my hands off because of the mess I dragged you into. But I can’t anymore. You’re mine.”
He kissed me then, fierce and claiming, tongue plunging into my mouth as his hand stroked down my body, thumbing my nipple before wrapping around my cock. I arched into his touch, moaning as he pumped me once, twice, then released to trail lower, fingers dipping into the slick pooling at my hole.
“Lock—” I gasped, but he shook his head, nipping at my ear.
“Call me Silas,” he demanded, voice low and rough. “Say my name, Kellan. Let me hear it.”
“Silas,” I breathed, the word sending a shiver through him. He rewarded me by sliding down my body, his mouth hot on my skin, licking a stripe up my cock before taking me in fully. His lips sealed around my shaft, sucking deep, tongue pressing against the underside as he bobbed his head, taking me to the root.
I cried out, hands fisting the sheets, hips bucking up into the wet heat of his mouth. “Silas, oh god—” He hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and then he was pulling off, flipping me onto my stomach with ease.
“Ass up for me,” he ordered, and I obeyed, knees spreading, presenting myself. His hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them wide, and I felt his breath ghost over my hole before his tongue licked a broad stripe over it, tasting the slick that was dripping from me.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he groaned, diving in, tongue thrusting inside me, lapping at the slick like he was starved. He ate me out relentlessly, sucking on my rim, tongue fucking in and out, gathering every drop. His praises muffled against my skin: “So good for me, Kellan. Your ass is perfect, all wet and opening up. You love this, don’t you? My tongue in your hole.”
I whimpered, pushing back against his face, my cock throbbing untouched now, pre-cum smearing the sheets. “Yes, Silas, please—more.” He obliged, one hand reaching around to stroke my cock in time with his tongue’s thrusts, the dual sensation building that pressure low in my belly.
But he didn’t let me come yet. He pulled back, slicking his fingers with my wetness before pressing two inside me, scissoring and curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Gonna get you ready for my cock. You’re so tight, omega. Gonna feel like heaven around me.”
