The scent of his arousal intoxicates me, and I give in to the primal urge to submit to him. As Caleb tugs down his zipper, freeing his erection, I part my lips for him to slide his cock inside.

“Good boy.” He fists my hair, not giving me time to adjust to his size as he fucks my mouth.

He fills me completely, shoving into the back of my throat and choking me. Tears leak down my cheeks as I struggle to breathe, but I continue to take him in, driven by the need to feel this so I can block out everything else.

The throbbing ache between my legs intensifies, and I reach down to touch myself, desperate for relief.

“Hands off,” Caleb Commands, a feral snarl in his words.

I whimper at being denied the release I crave as my hand falls away.

My messy thoughts jumble together with lust and humiliation, reveling in the pleasure that comes with submission. Salty pre-cum coats my tongue, his thick length testing my limits, and his grip tightens in my hair as he thrusts deeper.

“Take it all, Oliver,” he urges, and I try my best to accommodate him, swallowing around his head as he pushes into my throat. “That’s it… good boy.”

Caleb consumes all of my senses, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the sensation of my mouth stretched open by his cock. My jaw aches and my taut lips feel ready to split from the strain, but it only serves to fuel the fire burning within me. My ass clenches in need, craving to be filled as completely.

Suddenly, Caleb shoves deep, his seed spilling in a primal claim of possession. My nails rake against his muscular thighs, my throat convulsing.

Then he pulls out and orders, “Swallow every drop.”

I obey without hesitation, whining at the ache from my still-hard dick.

Caleb chuckles as he tucks himself away. “If you want to earn being fucked in public, you’ll have to first gain forgiveness for breaking my rule.”

He hauls me back to my feet and yanks my shirt from my pants to hide my erection before leading me stumbling back toward the street.

“I wasn’t trying to run.” My voice comes out raspy from the rough treatment. “How did you even know I left the building?”

“Tracked your nape guard,” Caleb replies with a smirk.

I reach for the leather band around my neck. It feels like the one I’ve worn for years until I touch the back and realize the metal plate is thicker.

He must have swapped it at some point last night while I was sleeping. The possessiveness of the gesture sends a shiver down my spine and ignites a fever in my blood, my body turning heavy with desire.

The slick dampening my underwear is impossible to ignore as I recognize the start of my Heat. Fuzzy from the pleasure, I lean closer to Caleb, breathing in his pheromones. I belong to this Alpha, whether he wants me or not.

As we step out of the alleyway, a camera flashes, blinding me.

“Fucking paparazzi.” Caleb shields me from view as we hurry to a familiar car parked at the curb, and he shoves me inside as the flash of more cameras go off.

Dazed, I stare out the tinted window as Caleb jogs around to the driver’s side.

I’ve now gone from the one who writes the gossip about Caleb to the one who will join him in the headlines.

11

Acamera shoves against the window, the flash blinding me even through the tinted glass.

“Who are you?” the reporter yells. “Are you Caleb Rockford’s secret lover? Why have we never seen him with a man before?”

Caleb slides into the driver’s side, the muscles in his jaw tensing, and the engine roars to life. He slams the gear shift into drive and speeds off away from the curb, leaving the man and his intrusive questions breathing exhaust.

“Sorry.” I wiggle in my seat, desperate to touch the ache between my legs that even the report’s sudden appearance couldn’t abate. “I was on my way back. You didn’t have to come after me.”

“There’s a hitman out to kill you.” Caleb strangles the steering wheel. “I had no way of knowing if you left of your own volition or under duress.”

“Sorry,” I say again, the fire in my veins burning hotter with desire for the Alpha sitting next to me.