Sir’s hands kept guiding Gabriel, grinding him down against his cock until Gabriel was so overwhelmed with lust, he trembled. There was a sensation between his body and Sir’s that he couldn’t explain, but that he didn’t find bad—some kind of strange bunching in the fabric near Sir’s shaft. Gabriel ignored it and moved in time with Sir’s hands, and when he was pushed down against Sir’s cock, he wiggled his hips to prove to Sir that he was ready for more. Sir listened. His hands remained on Gabriel’s ass, but they no longer lifted him up and pushed him down. He left Gabriel on his own to do what Gabrieldidbest.
Gabriel would notdisappointhim.
Arms looped loosely over Sir’s neck, his head hung and his eyes closed, he rocked against Sir’s cock. In his mind’s eye, they were already nude, and Sir was inside of him. The excitement tightened Gabriel’s throat, and the next breath he took hitched as he worked himself in controlled ways he knew would bring a man pleasure. Garrison might not have been his forever, but he’d taught him skills that would make keeping his forever-alpha easy. As soon as Sir stripped them and claimed him, he would never want to stray again. Gabriel would makehimstay.
“Does this make you happy, Sir?” Gabriel asked in a whisper. His body moved while he spoke, never slowing or losing intensity. Every roll of his hips was calculated for best presentation and impact, and every time he lifted his ass and arched his back, he had Sir’s pleasure in mind. Sight and touch were equally as important when it came to seducing a man, and Gabriel did not cut corners on either. He would be good for Sir. He wouldalwaysbe goodforSir.
So long as Sir was good tohim,too.
“So happy,” Sir whispered back. His voice was thin, stretched out by how he struggled to fight his arousal. “You’re such a good boy,Gabriel.”
The praise lit Gabriel up and manifested as a soft smile. He settled down on Sir’s lap and lifted his head so that he could look at Sir’s face. Sir’s eyes were closed, but when Gabriel stopped moving, he opened them. They gazed at each other for amoment.
This was his forever. This was the face he’d look at every day for the rest of his life, and the body he’d bring pleasure to again andagain.
Gabriel let his hands slide down Sir’s shoulders, over his chest, and down his sculpted body until his fingers met the elastic band of Sir’s boxers. “Then let me be a better boy, Sir. Let me show you how good I canreallybe.”
Sir’s eyes were glazed over with lust, partially lost to the alpha protector inside whose goal in life was to produce strong offspring worthy of his genes. When Gabriel went into heat, he would meet that protector in full, and they’d breed like the animals they were. Alpha and omega. It was how it was supposed to be. Gabriel had no hate in his heart for betas, but they would never understand what it was like to be so connected to another person that their bodies and souls screamed in unison that it was meant to be. Gabriel wasn’t sure that he believed in the notion that somewhere out there was a soul made just for him, that when he met his alpha, the clouds would part, the light would shine, and his heart would never be lonely again. He’d thought he’d found that with Garrison, but it had beenalie.
ButSir?
If Sir wasn’t that person, he was a sunny day after a month of rain. He was the sensation of waking up on a cold winter morning toasty and content beneath the sheets. He was sunrise, and he was sunset. But most importantly, he was genuine. Gabriel didn’t believe that Sir would harm him any more than he believed that he could breatheunderwater.
“Do you have lube, Sir?” Gabrielasked.
Life snapped back into Sir’s eyes. He looked away from Gabriel and leaned over to access a drawer on his end table. From inside, he produced a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Gabriel looked at the condoms, then looked back at Sir, wary. “Just lube, Sir. That’s allIneed.”
They couldn’t breed if Sir was shooting into latex. Gabriel needed to takehimraw.
“And all I need is a condom, Rabbit.” Sir took one from the box and went to tear it open, but Gabriel stopped his hand before he could. His fingers clamped over Sir’s, holding them in place. He knew that if Sir wanted to, he could easily break free of Gabriel’s grip, but Gabriel had to try. Condoms weren’t supposed to come between them. When Sir took him, their bodies were supposed to understand each other in full. There could be no understanding if there was a barrier intheway.
“No,” Gabriel insisted. He took the condom from Sir’s hand and tossed it off the bed. There was a box of them sitting by Sir’s thigh, but it didn’t matter. Gabriel would throw every one of them away if he needed to. “I’m yours. You don’t need to use condoms when we’retogether.”
The arousal in Sir’s eyes was gone. The alpha protector Gabriel had coaxed out of himvanished. “No.”
One word. One crushing, disastrous word. Tears of frustration beaded in Gabriel’s eyes, and he fought against the urge to slam his fists into Sir’schest.
“This was a bad idea, Rabbit. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.” Sir lifted Gabriel off his lap and set him on the bed. Piece by piece, he dismantled Gabriel’s future, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. You deserve better than that. You’re counting on me, and I let you down. I promise that I’ll be stronger in thefuture.”
“Stronger in the future?” Gabriel’s voice trembled, his anger barely contained. “You want to be stronger in the future? For what? Why? Ibelongto you. I want you to take me. Why aren’t you? Why are you holding back? What you’re doing isn’t strong—it’sstupid!”
Sir looked like he’d been struck, but Gabriel couldn’t bring himself to care. He pushed himself back from the bed and rose on trembling legs, knees threatening to buckle. Was this some kind of game Sir was playing? Was he trying to test his devotion? If that was it, he’d pushed too far. Gabriel wasn’t going totakeit.
“Rabbit.” Sir’s voice was flat, his dominance like steel. “You will calm downrightnow.”
“No, I won’t.” Gabriel clenched his fists, only to find that his hands were trembling. He took a few hurried steps back from the bed and tried to do away with the energy swirling inside of him, but it was no use. “You took me in. I’myours.So why won’t you touch me? Am I reallythatugly?”
“Rabbit.” It was awarning.
Gabriel didn’ttakeit.
There were hateful things he wanted to say. Scathing, hideous things that rattled loose from his soul like pebbles once stuck to the sole of a shoe—even when they were free of him, the impressions they left were lasting. They tumbled from Gabriel’s lips, clunky and disjointed, their jagged edges meant to hurt. “If you don’t want me, then give me to someone else. I won’t take this anymore. Ican’ttake this anymore. You’re not an alpha. You’re not… you’re notanything!”
Sir didn’t say a word, and his face gavenothingaway.
“You don’t know the first thing about being a man!” Gabriel took a stumbling step backward, too wired to stand still, but too terrified of what he was doing to keep himself steady. “You don’t know anything at all! If you would just… if you would just fuck me, then it wouldn’t be hard at all! But instead, you’re keeping me between being yours, and being no one’s, and I can’t take itanymore!”
His clothes were in Sir’s bathroom—he’d left them folded neatly on the closed toilet lid after stripping for his shower—but Gabriel couldn’t go grab them now. He knew that he was pushing the limits and tempting fate, but he couldn’t stop himself. Sir wasn’tbeingfair.
