He licked across Chad’s mouth, probing into it with his tongue, enjoying the way Chad’s ass struggled to accommodate him. He rocked his hips forward, making Chad whine into his mouth.
It felt amazing.
***
“You’re so mean,” Chad said later, after Peter had cleaned him up and unbuckled the posture collar from around his neck. Peter just grinned. He’d refused to remove the mittens trapping Chad’s hands or the cuffs around his thighs, leaving Chad still bound and vulnerable as he pulled him into his arms and held him tight.
“You love it,” he said, utterly confident that he was speaking the truth. He brought his hand down to Chad’s lower stomach and caressed his abdominal muscles, tracing the ridges with the tips of his fingers. He was sitting with his back up against the headboard, legs spread wide, Chad sitting in front of him with his back resting against Peter’s chest.
Peter had no intention of freeing Chad’s hands until the next morning.
“I guess,” Chad said, and even though Peter couldn’t see his face he could hear the smile in his voice. He nuzzled his face into Chad’s cheek, kissing past his ear and rubbing his chin down on Chad’s shoulder.
“I just want to keep you like this forever,” Peter mused, tracing his hands down Chad’s arms until he reached his mittens. He ghosted the tips of his fingers over the buttery soft leather, feeling the indentations of Chad’s knuckles, and then moved further down until he reached the clip connecting the mittens to the straps around Chad’s thighs. He slid his hands over Chad’s muscular quads, groping and feeling him up shamelessly.
Chad’s cock came alive under the attention, and Peter lazily wrapped his fist around the hard length and started jerking him off. Chad had been a good boy and Peter wanted to make him come again.
“Sometimes you say stuff like that and I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not,” Chad said, leaning his head back on Peter’s shoulder. He didn’t sound particularly bothered, though maybe that was just because he was too busy enjoying Peter’s hand on his cock.
Peter grinned. Keeping Chad bound in ropes and leather, locked away in the penthouse where only Peter could see him, was one of Peter’s most potent fantasies—though he was well aware of how bad it would be to ever let that part of himself have free reign with Chad.
Chad’s breathing sped up, and Peter recognized the signs that the young alpha’s orgasm was imminent. He increased the force and speed of his strokes, working the head of Chad’s cock just the way he liked it, and pretty soon Chad was spilling his load into Peter’s hand.
Peter held off on torturing Chad’s spent cock, and Chad let out a breath of relief when Peter unwrapped his fist from his hard length. Peter lifted his hand up and ordered Chad to lick it clean, and the feeling of Chad’s rough tongue on his palm made his own cock throb.
“I love you,” Peter said, twisting Chad’s head so that he could kiss him on the mouth. Chad responded to the kiss eagerly, moaning into Peter’s mouth when he bit down on his lower lip.
“Love you too,” Chad said when Peter pulled away. He was smiling, looking like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. Then he looked down at his trapped hands. “Now can you let me go?”
Peter scraped his teeth over Chad’s neck, tracing his claiming bite with his tongue, and grinned.
“Not yet,” he growled, making Chad shudder. His mate opened his mouth to complain, but he was cut off by the sound of Peter’s cellphone. The muted ring was coming from Peter’s pants on the floor, and for a second Peter considered ignoring it.
But he shouldn’t. It could be something important.
“I better get that,” Peter said, pushing Chad forward and sliding off the bed. He grabbed his phone and checked the caller ID, Dawn’s name flashing on the screen. He lifted the phone to his ear.
“Dawn, what do you have for me?”
“Karen Pen. She’s the sister of Jacob Rogers—an alpha you challenged and killed twelve years ago. From what I’ve been able to figure out she saw an opportunity to get back at you and she took it. We’ve tracked her credit card and the last place she used it was the downtown bus terminal.”
“So she’s on the run?” Peter asked. He couldn’t remember Jacob Rogers at all, and he wondered what the alpha had done to offend him.
“That’s our best guess. She maxed out her card in the bus terminal ATM, so we’re operating under the assumption that she bought a ticket and left town. If that’s the case, Merchant is confident we’ll have her by the morning.”
“Good,” Peter said, wanting this mess finished and packed away.
“Merchant wants to know what he should do with her when he finds her.” Dawn’s voice was flat and devoid of judgment.
“Turn her over to the police,” Peter said, rubbing his eyes. “Though make sure she gives a full confession.”
Peter didn’t feel bad for killing the woman’s brother, but he knew that if an alpha ever challenged Chad—justified or not—and ended up killing him, then Peter wouldn’t rest until he was dead and buried.
“I’ll let him know,” Dawn said.
After a curt goodbye, Peter hung up the phone and turned to Chad.
“That was Dawn?” Chad asked. Peter nodded. He told Chad what she’d said, and then climbed back onto the mattress and moved back into position behind the younger alpha.
“So she wanted revenge,” Chad said, pointing out the obvious. He sounded sympathetic and Peter felt a flicker of unease. While Chad might understand that Peter’s instincts told him to kill when challenged, he didn’t approve of it.
“Looks like it.” Peter wrapped his arms around Chad and hooked his chin on the younger alpha’s shoulder. “But I’m not going to let anyone take you away from me.”
Chad stayed quiet, and Peter wondered what he was thinking.
“Are you really not going to untie me?” Chad asked eventually, the question startling Peter. He looked down at Chad’s mittens and grinned, pressing his lips against Chad’s neck and giving him a kiss.
“Maybe in the morning.”
***
