“I’m not in Heat, which means I can’t get pregnant. So fuck me already.”
He removes his fingers, and I hear the rustle of fabric as he frees himself. The blunt pressure of his cock replaces his fingers, and without pause, he thrusts inside, stretching muscles that haven’t taken an Alpha in years and forcing my body to reshape to fit him. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, the fullness painful, but exactly what I need to drown out everything else.
“Move,” I command, slamming my ass backward to take him deeper.
Rowan grips my hips with bruising force and pulls back, letting me feel every veiny inch of him before driving forward again with enough force to lift me onto my toes and shove me against the brick wall. The rough surface scrapes my palms as I brace myself, welcoming the sting.
He sets a punishing pace, each brutal thrust knocking small puffs of air from my lungs and stretching me wider than I thought possible. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoes off the brick walls, his heavy shaft dragging along my inner walls with every withdrawal before he rams back in without mercy.
I push back to meet him, needing to take him deeper until Rowan’s hold on my hips forces me to stillness. Then he lifts me until my toes scrape the ground, he drives into me with brutal thrusts, hitting places inside me that blur my vision.
A moan breaks free before I can stop it. The sound bounces off the brick walls, magnified in the enclosed space. Rowan’s hand covers my mouth, palm pressed over my lips.
“Quiet, precious,” he growls into my ear, hisbreath hot on my skin. “Unless you want an audience.”
The thought of being discovered with my pants around my thighs, bent over in an alley while being fucked by a stranger should horrify me. Instead, it sends another spike of arousal through my body.
Rowan’s grip tightens. “Are you turned on by the thought of someone walking by, seeing you take my cock so well?” His hips swivel, stirring up my insides. “Seeing what a perfect little slut you are for me?”
I whimper into his palm, the words sending electric currents down my spine. His free hand snakes around to stroke my weeping dick in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the tip where pre-cum has gathered.
“That’s it,” he croons, words falling hot and heavy into my ear. “Take it all. Show me how bad you need this. How bad you need me.”
His rhythm never falters, his massive cock slamming into me, the thick ridge of his crown catching on my rim with each savage withdrawal before he rams back in, splitting me open.
He works my length with punishing strokes. My thighs quiver, barely keeping me upright as he impales me over and over, his balls slapping my ass.I moan into his palm, saliva drooling from my mouth to coat his skin.
“Come for me,” he says, grinding into me, “or I’ll fuck it out of you.”
Pleasure explodes through me, my dick jerking as I shoot thick ropes of cum into his fist. My ass spasms around his massive shaft, inner muscles milking him.
Rowan’s cock head batters my prostate as he bottoms out. He bites down on my shoulder through my shirt, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a bruise as he pumps me full of his release, flooding my insides until I’m saturated by him.
For several heartbeats, we remain frozen in place, connected and panting in the cold air. His hand drops from my mouth, leaving my lips tingling. Reality seeps back in by degrees, the brick rough beneath my cheek, the chill where sweat cools on my skin, and the distant wash of traffic reminding me we’re still outside.
As Rowan pulls out, I wince, hypersensitive now that the passion is cooling. He tucks himself away before helping me adjust my clothing. His hands are gentle now, brushing brick dust from my palms and straightening my jacket.
He turns me around. “You back with me?”
I blink, struggling to process the shift fromdesperate need to this strange, floating sensation. The wild energy that drove me into the alley flickers out, leaving me disoriented.
“Yeah,” I manage, feeling raw inside. “I’m here.”
Rowan steps back, giving me space while staying close enough that his body heat still reaches me. The loss of contact leaves me unbalanced, as if I might drift away without his touch.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You good?”
I nod, the motion knocking more thoughts into place. The fog of desperate need lifts, replaced by a strange clarity that illuminates everything in too-bright detail. The rough texture of brick under my palms. The scent of garbage from the dumpster a few yards away. The sticky residue on my stomach beneath my clothes.
“Here.” Rowan pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and passes it to me. “Clean yourself up.”
I wipe myself, fold the cloth, and try to hand it back.
Rowan huffs a laugh. “Keep it, precious. Consider it a souvenir.”
His words pull me further back into my body. I just had sex in public with a man I met an hour ago.A man who walked in on me murdering someone and decided to help.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
