Peter had a plan. He wasn’t going to let Chad slip through his fingers—just the thought of it made a sub-vocal growl rumble in his chest—but neither was he going to force Chad to be with him.
He was going to compromise.
It was a Friday morning, and if Chad was being a good employee he should be finishing up his class with Aiden in less than ten minutes. Peter stood outside the training room door and waited.
Five minutes in and he couldn’t contain his impatience anymore. He barged into the room, head held high and chest puffed out so far it strained the buttons of his shirt, the fight on the mat coming to an abrupt end as the two alphas saw who had entered.
“Mr. Tank!” Merchant said from the front of the room, walking toward him. “How can we help you?”
Peter frowned, looking toward the side of the room where Chad was watching him with a curious expression. There was no fear, which was a relief, but neither was Chad smiling nor acting at all happy to see him.
“I need the room,” Peter said, ignoring the fact that this was supposed to be Aiden’s class. Merchant was a good teacher, but he tended to have some unorthodox ideas about what was appropriate to teach new recruits.
“All right,” Merchant said, turning to his students. “You heard the man, everyone out!”
The five young alphas scrambled to leave, Chad among them. Peter walked right up to him and grabbed the front of his sweaty shirt, holding him back.
“Not you,” he said, letting go when Chad stilled and stepped back. Turning around, Merchant was the only person still in the room. Peter bared his teeth in an unintended show of aggression.
“Hey, hey!” Merchant said, walking back. “I’m leaving. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
Peter snarled, and Merchant ran out of the room with what Peter swore was a laugh.
The guy was insane. It hadn’t been more than a week since Peter had nearly killed him, and he was already back to his old irreverent self.
“Hello,” Chad said, jerking Peter out of his thoughts. Peter narrowed his eyes, observing his would-be mate with an intent expression. Chad fidgeted, but he didn’t step away or act nervous. “Are you—”
Whatever Chad was going to say, Peter didn’t get to hear it. He grabbed Chad’s shoulders and slammed him face-up against the wall, roughly handcuffing his hands behind his back before spinning him around so that they were face-to-face.
“What are you—”
Again Peter cut him off, crashing their mouths together in a vicious show of domination. Peter needed to establish that what came next didn’t mean that he was in any way submissive—his inner alpha demanded it.
Reaching down, kissing into Chad’s mouth like he was punishing him, Peter shoved Chad’s shorts down around his thighs andfreed his cock. Chad was hard, and Peter could feel the length of his cock pressing up against his thigh and lower stomach.
Peter’s own cock was aching, but that wasn’t Peter’s focus now. This was about Chad.
“Shut up,” Peter snarled when he pulled away, stopping whatever Chad was about to say. Chad watched him with wide eyes, his breathing hard but his gaze focused and unclouded. Chad was aroused but not flying.
“Good boy,” Peter said when Chad stayed silent. Then he crouched down and took Chad in his mouth.
The taste was delicious. Manly and pungent, Chad tasted like sweat and salt and alpha. Peter loved it. He made his mouth a wet hole, trying to imitate what he knewheliked, and gripped Chad’s knot with one hand as he used the other to push him back against the wall.
No matter that Peter was the one on his knees; he was the one in control.
Sucking on the head of Chad’s cock, tracing the vein running up the underside of the solid shaft with his tongue, Peter moved his hand from Chad’s hip and in between his legs. He pushed two fingers past Chad’s rim, completely dry, bearing down on his prostate with as much force as he could muster.
Chad screamed, and Peter’s mouth flooded with come. He’d tasted the seed of another alpha before—even Chad’s—but this was different. Pulling off Chad’s cock, Peter spit the load in his mouth back on Chad’s cock as he milked him to completion. When he was done, Chad sagging against the wall and breathing like he’d just run a marathon, he rose back to his feet and grabbed Chad’s chin. He forced Chad to look him in the eye.
“The only person who’s ever going to touch your cock from here on out is me. Do you understand?”
Peter hadn’t meant to say it, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed Chad to know that he wasowned.
“Yes,” Chad breathed out, the word mushed from Peter’s grip on his jaw. Peter let go and leaned down for a kiss, gentler this time. He knew from experience that Chad was tasting himself on Peter’s tongue, and the thought turned him on.
“You’re mine.” Peter said when he pulled back. Chad didn’t respond, but Peter didn’t need him to.
Reaching behind Chad’s back, Peter unlocked the cuffs with practiced ease and slipped them back into his pocket.
