“I don’t—” I start, but my voice fails as he caresses the curve of my jaw.
“You do.” His certainty crashes into me. “I can smell it on you.”
Beneath his touch and words, the last thread that restrains my stifled desires, my needs, my hunger ruptures all at once.
My hand shoots out, grabbing the front of his jacket, and Rowan smiles like he’s been waiting for this to happen.
I pull us into the narrow mouth of an alley between buildings, and the shadows swallow us as I shove him backward until his shoulders hit brick.
His surprise shifts to hunger in the span of a heartbeat. “Here?”
I answer by rising onto my tiptoes and crushing my mouth to his, teeth clicking together in my haste. His lips part, inviting me in with a heat that burns away the autumn chill. He tastes like coffee and mint, his tongue curling around mine with enough skill to weaken my knees.
The hat tumbles off my head, and my backpack falls to the ground. The alley reeks of garbage and stale urine, narrow walls trapping the stench along with the sounds of our ragged breathing.
None of it matters as I mold my body to Rowan’s,feeling the hard planes of his chest, the solid muscle of his thighs, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal.
My fingers fumble with his belt, clumsy with urgency. His hands circle my wrists, stilling them.
“Slow down, precious,” he murmurs. “We have time.”
“No.” I twist my hands free and return to his belt. “I need this now.”
Understanding flashes, followed by a satisfaction sure to infuriate me under any other circumstances. But right now, all that matters is the burning need coursing through my veins, demanding release.
Rowan cups my jaw, his fingers warm on my cold cheeks. “Then take what you need.”
The permission breaks my last shred of self-control, and I attack his belt with renewed purpose, yanking it open to shove my hand inside.
My breath catches when I wrap my fingers around his thick, pulsing cock. I can’t close my hand around his girth, the silken skin stretched taut over a shaft so hard my mouth goes dry. He hisses at my cold touch, but I’m the one who shudders, already imagining the delicious burn of being stretched beyond my limits.
His hands tear at my pants, ripping the button loose and yanking the zipper down in one violentmotion. He shoves his palm inside, rough fingers digging past the thin barrier of my boxers without hesitation.
He finds me already slick, and his growl vibrates against my neck as his hand wraps around my hard length with possessive pressure. My hips buck into his grip, a strangled sound tearing from my throat as he strokes me, giving me no time to think, only react.
“Turn around,” he orders, an Alpha rumble slipping through.
I obey without thought, my cheek resting on the rough bricks as Rowan crowds in behind me, his broad chest a wall of heat at my back. His hands slide down my sides, shoving my jeans past my hips and leaving me exposed to the cold night air.
“Fuck,” he breathes, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. “You’re perfect. Already so wet for me.”
The praise sends another rush of heat through me, slick trailing down my thighs. I push back into him in wordless demand. His chuckle rumbles along my spine as he reaches around to stroke me, his grip firm and sure.
“So impatient,” he says, his free hand moving between my legs from behind. “You need it that bad?”
“Yes,” I say, beyond thought now. There’s only thedesperate urge to replace the adrenaline crash, to drown the violence in pleasure.
Rowan’s fingers slip inside me, and I jolt at the intrusion, a moan building.
“You’re tight, precious.” He shoves in a second finger. “How long’s it been?”
“Stop talking and do it,” I grit out, pushing back onto his hand. “Now.”
“No prep, no protection?” His voice holds a warning. “Not smart, precious.”
I turn my head to glare at him over my shoulder. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Mouthy, aren’t you?” His fingers curl inside me, finding a spot that sends sparks across my vision. “Yes, I’m clean.”
