Blinking, licking his lips and swallowing noisily, Chad looked down. Peter saw the exact moment he noticed Peter’s clingy shirt and shiny leather pants. His pupils dilated, and his mouth opened so that his jaw hung slack.
Peter was more than pleased with the reaction.
“I’m sure your friend has somewhere he needs to be,” Peter said, not looking away from Chad. He turned to Topher with a stern expression. “It was nice to meet you, Topher.”
Topher took the hint and rushed past him and Chad, sticking to the edge of the doorway as far away from Peter as possible, and practically ran down the hall. Chad was jerked out of his lusty haze by all the noise, and looked after his retreating friend like he was confused by his sudden departure.
“Bye, Topher…” he said, his voice sounding a little hoarse. Topher pushed into the stairwell with a wave goodbye, crashing down the stairs like a herd of elephants.
They were finally alone. Without saying a word, Peter grabbed Chad by the shoulder and manhandled him into the apartment. He kicked the door shut with his boot and spun the dazed young alpha around, slamming him into the door. Chad let out a grunt of air at the impact, staring at Peter with wide eyes. Peter grinned, knowing that this particular smile made him look practically evil, and advanced.
Chad held up his hands almost like he expected Peter to attack, or like he wanted to reach out and touch him. Either way, Peter grabbed the proffered wrists and pinned Chad’s hands over his head as he leaned down to capture his mouth in a kiss.
Peter felt savage.Wild. He thrust his tongue into Chad’s mouth like he was laying claim to it, licking around his teeth and biting down on his lower lip hard enough to make Chad whimper.
Peter wanted to own him. The urge to shove Chad’s head to the side and fasten his teeth to his throat was overwhelming. Peter needed to control himself. Releasing Chad’s mouth, keeping his hands pinned over his head, he stepped back and wrestled his instincts under control.
Chad watched him, confused and undeniably horny, biting his lip in a way that did nothing to help Peter’s effort.
“You look nice,” Peter said, releasing Chad’s hands. He had never felt his control slipping like this, but he was pretty sure he had his instincts under wraps. “Are you ready to go?”
Peter reached out and fixed Chad’s shirt, squeezing his shoulder before stepping back and turning around to look for the jacket that went with Chad’s suit.
Chad looked confused by the sudden change in tempo.
“Are we…?”
“Yes?” Peter asked, finding Chad’s suit jacket hanging on the bathroom door. He carried it over to the younger alpha.
“I liked it when you kissed me,” Chad said. It looked like he was getting his own instincts under control, and as he straightened up he shot Peter an accusatory look that would have landed anyother alpha on the floor with Peter’s boot on their throat. “Why did you stop?”
Peter couldn’t help but smile at the indignation in Chad’s voice. There was nothing about Chad’s present attitude that was submissive, but Peter found he didn’t care.
“Because we need to get going,” Peter said. He handed Chad his jacket. “And because I like making you wait.”
Chad’s pupils dilated and his breath hitched. Peter reached out and cradled his neck, thumb resting under the corner of his jaw.
“Like that, do you?” Peter’s voice was smug. Chad nodded, a blush spreading over his face.
“Good,” Peter nudged Chad away from the door and stepped into the hall, waiting for the younger man to follow. “Are you coming?”
Chad nodded hastily and scrambled out of the apartment, pulling on his jacket and falling into line next to Peter as he walked down the hall. Putting his hand on Chad’s lower back and sliding it up until he was gripping his shoulder, Peter steered him down the stairs and into his car.
He couldn’t be happier with how the night had started.
***
Chad sat in the front seat of Peter’s luxurious car, fisting his hands as he tried to resist the urge to reach down and just give his cock one squeeze.
He couldn’t believe how horny he was. Glancing at Peter out of the corner of his eye, he wondered what Peter was thinking. He just looked socalm. Chad had been ready to tear off his clothes, get on his hands and knees on the floor of his apartment, and offer Peter his ass to do with as he pleased, but Peter had stepped back from the kiss like it was nothing.
“I kind of wanted you to bite me,” Chad blurted out, completely without any intention of doing so.
Peter reacted like he’d been shocked, the car swerving dangerously. The car next to them honked angrily, and Peter hastily moved them back into their own lane.
“Sorry!” Chad said, heart hammering. Peter’s knuckles were white, his grip on the wheel was so tight.
“It’s okay,” Peter said, shoulders still held stiffly. Chad wondered if he’d ruined everything. Peter took a calming breath and shot him a heated look. “I wanted to bite you, too.”
