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It flipped him into the air and spun him like he was in an action movie, giving him the space for a roundhouse kick.

Bruiser jerked back, Uriel’s boot skimming his cheek. The alpha narrowed his eyes. Then he grew serious, when he hadn’t been before.

Suddenly, there was a dangerous strength to his movements, each strike calculated and precise.

Uriel had to channel more magic into his limbs just to keep up with the alpha’s increased speed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Bruiser threw punches at him, first from one fist, then the other, fast enough that he forced Uriel to retreat. Uriel drew another rune for speed, barely getting out of the way.

Neither of them was fighting at full strength, but it was taking all of Uriel’s concentration to keep this evenly matched. Bruiser was right; he had the experience to predict Uriel’s movements and counter them; it was in every blocked strike and every neat dodge.

One wrong move, and Uriel could get badly hurt.

He skipped back to put some distance between them, kicking up some dirt from the ground. Bruiser cursed and answered with his own high kick—it opened up his legs.

In the glow coming from the cabin, Uriel got a glimpse up Bruiser’s towel.

His balls were big and heavy, his cock hanging thick.

It caught Uriel off-guard. Especially when the towel loosened and fluttered to the ground, leaving Bruiser naked, his intimate parts swinging with every move.

What the fuck, Uriel chanted inwardly. What the fuck is happening?

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, Bruiser straddling him and holding him pinned, one large hand on his chest. The alpha was all lit up from the cabin’s lamps—his heaving chest, his sculpted abs, the trail of dark blond hair going south, leading straight to the heavy cock and balls resting on Uriel’s belly.

They were just as big as he remembered. And they were warm and heavy, separated from Uriel by a thin layer of fabric.

What the fuck, Uriel thought again, trying to ignore the arousal pooling in his gut. He didn’t want to remember the pleasure, the way Bruiser had pushed his fingers in and crooked them, the way Bruiser had almost brought him to his knees just by rubbing his prostate.

But his body remembered, and slick leaked out of his hole.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Uriel hissed.

“Winning,” Bruiser said triumphantly. Something must’ve shown on Uriel’s face, because the alpha murmured, “Huh.”

And he leaned in, muscles rippling, bringing their faces closer.

“Do you... like alphas?” Bruiser asked, scrutinizing him.

“No,” Uriel spat, unnerved. “And even if I do, it’ll never be you.”

His pulse was going fast enough that surely Bruiser couldn’t catch that lie. The one about liking alphas. The thing about never liking Bruiser, that was the truth.

“Really,” Bruiser said slowly, rolling his hips. He was still holding Uriel down. “I think you’re lying. And I think I can make you come.”

His cock was heavier now, dragging down the front of Uriel’s pants. It skimmed right over Uriel’s own cock, kept away by two layers of clothing this time. Then it slipped into the V of Uriel’s thighs, dragging against his inseam.

Uriel’s throat went dry. If Bruiser were hard, if he were to grind up with his cock and press it between Uriel’s cheeks—

He shook off those thoughts. None of this meant anything to Bruiser; he thought he was pinning down an alpha, and he was only doing this to humiliate.

That realization hit Uriel like a sack of bricks.

He bared his teeth and snarled, straining against Bruiser’s hand. The temptation to cast a spell, to fling Bruiser off, was tremendous.

But greater than that was the secret, shameful desire to see what Bruiser would do next.

And maybe, just maybe... Buried under all that, was the hopeless desire for someone to treat him like an omega, the way no one had.

Not with HIM, he told his damn hindbrain.