He lifted his head, mouth swollen and slick, eyes burning. “You’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect, Evan. Nobody ever gets to have you like this but me.”
With that, he dove back in, tongue pushing deep into my pit, then dragging a line down the center of my chest, biting every inch he could reach. His devotion was a brand, burning me alive, and I let it—let myself be consumed, flexing for him, holding nothing back.
My body was shaking, every muscle taut as a bowstring, breath coming in short, desperate pants. Nothing had prepared me for the way Nate was taking control—not just worshipping, but owning, laying claim with every filthy drag of his tongue, every possessive bite. I’d never known I could want this—never let anyone see me like this, open and flexing and begging to be ruined.
Nate’s teeth scraped across my ribs, then dipped to suck another bruise just above the waistband of my briefs, marking territory that nobody else would ever see. Fingers slid beneath the elastic, teasing at the skin just above my cock, nails scratching lightly, pulling a sound from my throat that was more animal than man.
The bed dipped as he shifted, strong thighs bracketing my hips, his weight pinning me in a way that made me feel caged, claimed, safe. Sweat rolled between my shoulder blades, every nerve ending alive and straining for more, for anything he would give me. Nate’s breath was hot against my skin, words spilling out low and rough.
“You ever let anybody have you like this?” he asked, mouth pressed to my stomach, voice vibrating straight through me.
“Nobody,” I gasped, desperate for him to believe it. “Just you. Only you.”
That must have done something to him. Instead of letting up, Nate doubled down, dragging his tongue across the line ofmy briefs, mouthing at the thick shape of my cock through the fabric. His hands slid under my ass, lifting me, making it easier for him to get at every inch he wanted. I tried to flex, to show him everything, to make it clear how much I wanted to be his, but it was all I could do not to come apart right there.
One hand snaked up, covering my throat, thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. The other hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in, pulling my legs apart so he could get lower, could nose at my balls through the damp cotton, licking and sucking at the fabric until I was rutting up helplessly, groaning for more.
The pressure in my throat made my head spin, made everything sharper, needier. Nate seemed to know exactly what he was doing, reading every gasp, every tremor, every twitch of my muscles as permission to push further, to take more. I wanted to give him everything—wanted to let him take whatever he needed from me, even if it meant losing control in a way I never had before.
My cock throbbed in his mouth, still shielded by soaked fabric, the sensation maddening. Nate sucked hard enough to bruise, letting spit soak through, dragging his teeth along the head until I was swearing and begging, clawing at his shoulders, needing him to see how close he had me.
Nate pulled off with a slick pop, mouth shiny, eyes wild. “You like that, Alpha?” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Like being used, being worshipped, being made a mess of?”
All I could do was nod, hips bucking up for him, every part of me on fire with the need to be wrecked by him.
Nate leaned in and spit right on my cock, working it through the fabric, making everything filthier, wetter, more desperate. His tongue circled the head, then licked up the shaft, sucking every drop he could get through the briefs. I could feel the edge building, thick and dark and inevitable.
Nate’s hands moved up my body again, finding my pits, licking deep, sucking hard enough to leave marks, groaning as he tasted sweat and need. His teeth dragged down to my hip, biting hard, then soothing with broad, filthy licks. The sounds coming out of me were broken, ragged, nothing like the Alpha I showed the world—just a man being worshipped by someone who knew exactly how to unravel him.
Fingers pinched my nipples through the cotton of my shirt, rolling and tugging, sending another jolt of sensation straight to my cock. My thighs were spread wide, my hands gripping the sheets, every part of me flexed and trembling under his attention. Nate licked and bit every inch of skin he could reach, hands never stopping, mouth never satisfied, marking me everywhere he wanted.
A sudden shift in weight pressed me flat to the mattress, Nate’s hand clamping over my mouth, stifling the filthy sounds spilling out. I moaned into his palm, helpless, needy, desperate to let him do whatever he wanted. Nate just grinned, voice dark and proud.
“You look so fucking good like this, Evan. All muscle and sweat and desperation. My fucking Alpha. My prize.”
The claim settled deep, grounding me even as he made me fly. His free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing at my hole through the briefs, pressing just enough to make me jerk and cry out into his hand. My whole body shuddered, the fabric almost painful with how hard I was.
Nate’s mouth found my throat again, sucking another bruise, then worked lower, licking at my pits, biting and sucking until I was shaking with the need to give in. He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, face wild with need.
Heat rolled off me in waves as I caught his wild, hungry stare. The way he’d worshipped me—taken everything, demanded more—had cracked something open inside, all that alpha pridetwisted with the desperate need to show him how deep it went, how far I’d fall for him. My fingers wrapped around his jaw, pulling him up so close our foreheads touched, sweat-slick and trembling.
Spit gathered on my tongue and I let it fall into his open mouth, watching his eyes flutter closed as he took it, swallowed it, wanted more. Another thick string, then another—claiming, marking, filthy. Every drop was a promise, every kiss that followed an act of possession. My lips crashed into his, crushing him close, tongues tangling, breath stolen. I licked into his mouth, deep and greedy, biting at his bottom lip, then spit again, rubbing it over his cheek with my thumb before devouring him with another kiss.
Nate groaned, clutching at my shoulders, pulling me on top of him, thighs spreading to cradle my hips, grinding up into me with frantic need. My body responded, rutting down, our cocks straining against soaked cotton, friction so good I could barely hold myself together.
“You like that?” My voice was rough, full Alpha, the sound vibrating between us. “You want to be ruined tonight? Want to be used?”
“Yes,” he breathed, voice half-shattered, hands gripping my back, nails dragging over my skin. “Please, Evan. Please, I need—need you to take me apart.”
That was all I needed. I pressed him down into the mattress, one hand pinning both wrists above his head, the other cupping his jaw. Spit dripped from my mouth to his, messy and raw, before I bent to bite his neck, marking him deep, making sure he’d carry my claim for days. The taste of his skin was heady, addicting, every salty lick another shot of power straight to my cock.
Switching grips, I pinned his wrists with my forearm, freeing my hand to slip between his thighs. My fingers pressed againsthis cock, squeezed the thick, pulsing length through the damp briefs, then moved lower, rubbing at his hole, teasing him with slow, filthy circles. Nate whimpered and arched up, begging without words, eyes rolling back as I kept the pressure just shy of enough.
“Open up for me, baby,” I whispered, biting at his ear, voice thick with want. “Let me see how much you need it.”
His legs fell wider, heels digging into the sheets, back arching to offer more. I spit again, letting it drip between us, using it to slick my fingers before rubbing him harder, working him through the fabric until he was grinding helplessly, rutting into my palm, completely at my mercy.
The sight made my head spin—Nate, wild and wrecked, surrendering everything to me. I bent, licking down his chest, biting at every sensitive spot I could find, sucking bruises over his heart, his ribs, the tender skin above his waistband. My hands never stopped moving, stroking his cock, squeezing his balls, fingering his ass through the briefs, making him writhe and gasp and plead.
