He’s everything I’m not. He’s built for taking up space, for being seen, and for owning every inch of himself.
But the contrast hits me hard, and an urge that borders on command quickly rises.
The command to take whatIwant.
I slide my hand up Alder’s arm and into his hair, gripping hard as he keeps pumping us together, each stroke dragging me closer to the edge. His lips curl in a sly smile, and his teeth catch his bottom lip as I tighten my hold, and his other hand clamps down on my hip hard enough I know it’ll bruise. A breath hitches in my chest as tingles spread from the pain, travelling through me in slow, euphoric waves.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to guide my head to the side with the press of his lips near my ear.
My eyes close, and I release a heavy exhale as his teeth sink into the place where my neck meets my shoulder, the last of the tension in me fading away.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my skin, letting go of my hip only to palm my ass. “I’ve been thinking of this since I last came in this pretty ass.”
Before he can slide his hand down my ass, my palms land on his chest, and I shove him back hard enough to break his hold on me.
His eyes go dark, narrowing at me in a way that warns me to think twice.
But I don’t.
I stare back at him, letting my own gaze sharpen to show him I’m not here to be handled.
“And what is it you’re thinking, baby…” Alder asks in a low voice, sounding a lot like a warning wrapped in a dare.
Every nerve in my body feels alive as I step into him, sliding a hand around his waist to his back, then trailing it over his ass to press a finger to his hole.
His chin lifts, and I’m ready for him to shove me back and turn this into a fight.
Instead, he just smiles and tilts his head towards the chair. “In my cut.”
My heart thumps as I cross the room and find lube and a condom in the pocket. When I turn, Alder is sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly as he watches. My skin prickles with awareness I haven’t felt in a long time, and his gaze seems to just hold me here for a moment. It’s as if he can see all of it… my body, my thoughts, my secrets…
That should be unsettling.
But instead of locking everything back up, I move towards him, drop between his knees, and pull his pants off.
My hands run up his tattooed thighs, feeling the hard muscle tense under my palms as they move over inked scenes of snarling wolves and jagged mountain peaks. My heart thumps harder as a strong need builds in my chest, climbing higher with every inch of him I take in. I lower my head and wrap my mouth around him, the taste of precum hitting my tongue as his fingers slide into my hair. He groans as he grips tighter, and I look up at him, releasing him from my mouth.
“Harder,” I say.
Alder’s brow lifts, then he slowly tightens his grip. Sharp pain bursts across my scalp, and a grunt rips from my throat as I wince. But he doesn’t let up, as the unrelenting hold only feeds what’s already surging through me, making me want even more.
I jerk my head out of his grasp and shove him back. He goes easily, falling onto the bed with an easy, knowing sort of smile.
That smile should piss me off.
Actually, it does.
“What?” I snap, grabbing the lube and glaring at him. “This fucking funny to you?”
He props himself up on his elbows with his smirk still in place. “No, baby. The complete opposite.” He pushes himself up to reach out and grip my throat, pulling me in close. “I love it when we burn,” he says in a low voice, his lips hovering just over mine. “And this time, you’ve lit the match.”
I let his hand stay around my throat a moment longer before I slide my own hand lower and push a lubed finger straight into his ass.
“Oh,fuck,” Alder groans, letting go of my throat and dropping back against the mattress.
I slide my finger partway out, then thrust in harder, pulling another groan from deep in his chest. His eyes close, and his breathing turns heavy as I continue to finger his ass, watching as precum leaks from his tip. I lean in, lick it away, and take him into my mouth again as I push a second finger inside him.
His hand runs up my arm, and his fingers dig hard into my skin. “Fuck, Cade…”
