Chad ended up with his arm twisted behind his back, Aiden pushing it up high and nearly wrenching his arm out of its socket. Done with the demonstration, Aiden turned to the four alphas watching without letting go of Chad’s wrist.
“Anyone have any questions?” he asked, his calm control doing more to humiliate Chad than any display of aggression could have. The four alphas all nodded that they understood. None of them seemed to find Aiden’s treatment of him objectionable—or maybe they just didn’t want to antagonize an alpha clearly more dominant than themselves.
“Good. Start practicing—slow at first until you get a feel for how you’re supposed to move.”
Aiden let go of Chad’s wrist and spun him around, walking to the center of the mat and gesturing for Chad to follow.
“Okay, pretty boy. Do you understand what you’re supposed to do?” Aiden crossed his arms and stared at him, everything about his voice and stance that of a consummate professional. Chad couldn’t help but feel wary.
“I think so, yeah,” he answered.
“Good. I’ll come at you, and you deflect and attack. Ready?”
Chad nodded, bracing for Aiden to rush him.
“Slow, Chad,” Aiden admonished, moving forward at a glacial pace. Chad watched him come, and much to his surprise the move Aiden was teaching them actually worked. He deflected Aiden’s initial attack, moving out of the way of Aiden’s fist, and almost managed to execute a counterattack.
Then Aiden moved his leg, and suddenly Chad found himself being spun around—in slow motion—his throat caught in the crook of Aiden’s arm. Aiden squeezed down, and Chad wondered if he was really going to choke him out right there in front of the class.
“I like having you like this,” Aiden whispered, subtly grinding his hips forward. Chad could feel the bulge in Aiden’s sweats pressing into his lower back, but Chad wanted no part of it.
Aiden let him go seconds before he lost consciousness. Chad fell to his knees with a gasp. When he looked back at Aiden the line of his fat cock was visible against his right thigh, but the combination of what had to be some pretty tight underwear and his loose sweats meant that it wasn’t obvious.
“Again,” Aiden ordered. Chad pushed to his feet, a glance at the clock on the wall telling him that he still had an hour and a half to get through before class was done for the day.
There was nothing he could do but stay calm and bear it.
***
Chapter 10
Peter woke up because he had to piss. He reached down and squeezed his morning erection, stretching his legs and arching his back, grinning as he thought back on the night before.
Chad was without a doubt the best fuck he’d ever had.
Rolling onto his side, expecting to find the younger alpha lying next to him, Peter was dismayed when he realized that he was alone.
Where the fuck was Chad?
Frowning, his cock throbbing insistently between his legs, Peter got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He didn’t bother putting any clothes on, rolling his shoulders and stretching as he walked. His cock felt full and heavy between his legs, and he couldn’t help being annoyed at Chad for not being there to take care of it.
He hoped he hadn’t scared the younger alpha away. Peter usually didn’t act so domineering when having sex with someone for the first time, but with Chad it had felt right.
After emptying his bladder, Peter took a quick shower and got dressed. Since he hadn’t set his alarm the night before, he was more than a little late for work and needed to get going.
The fact that Chad hadn’t woken him up before taking off was not a good sign, but Peter wasn’t going to assume defeat prematurely. He grabbed his briefcase and called down for his car, heading to the elevator after adjusting his hair in the mirror.
“Gareth, did you see my guest leave this morning?” Peter asked the concierge when he reached the lobby. “An alpha in his twenties, short blond hair?”
“Yes, Mr. Tank. He came down at around seven thirty and left in a taxi. He looked like he was in quite a hurry.”
Peter’s mood soured. “In a hurry?”
“He was running, sir. I got the impression he was rather late for something.”
“Thank you, Gareth,” Peter said, forcing himself to stay polite. This was not good. It had been a long time since anyone Peter had slept with had literally run away—not since he was a teenager who didn’t know his own strength.
Heading outside, his car waiting for him at the curb, Peter had no idea how he was going to fix this.
