“Fucking you won’t change the past, Michael, but at this moment, I really don’t give a shit.” He rolled his hips, the pressure against his cock making his eyes roll back, Michael’s growl setting a fire inside him.
“We can talk tomorrow,” Michael hissed, and Isaac grinned.
“Thought so.”
With another low growl, Michael grabbed Isaac by the shoulders and reversed their positions so quickly Isaac’s head banged hard against the door.
He laughed, the rough, throaty sound tumbling out of him as Michael caged him against the wood. “I wondered how long it would take for you to want control.” They hadn’t been alphas the last time they’d been together like this. Oh, they’d both had control issues—you didn’t get to be an alpha of a pack like McKillan without a strong personality—but that was nothing compared to the raw alpha power running through their veins now.
Isaac wondered how this would play out.
Michael’s gaze turned predatory. “You’ve had your turn. I think it’s my go now.”
Isaac’s smile widened, his body alight with anticipation. With anyone else, he might’ve been hesitant to show weakness or vulnerability. But not with Michael.
Never with him.
Whatever else had changed between them, that hadn’t.
Spreading his arms open wide, Isaac tilted his chin and bared his throat. “Do your worst.”
