Page 21 of Devil May Hunt
Brennon stilled and set his spoon into his mostly empty bowl. “I’m catching your underlying threat, but you can save it.”
Gunho followed his lead, letting go of his spoon so he could cross his arms and lean back in his chair. “I understand this is unexpected, and you need time to come to terms with it. I imagine you never considered taking a mate who was older and came from such a complex species.”
Brennon was twenty-one, but Gunho was in his mid-thirties, giving them a little over a ten-year difference. He didn’t care so much about that, but the fact he was also a war hero, and an alpha…
“I don’t know enough about alphas to take one on,” he tentatively agreed, not wanting to set the older man off, but knowing he was running out of chances to speak his mind. Oneway or the other, he needed to end this between them today. “I do know you need an omega, or at the very least, a beta, to be fully satisfied. I’m neither of those things. Your life experiences vastly outweighing my own added to that, makes me certain this would never work. We’ll have nothing to talk about, and nothing in common. We don’t make sense. Why make both of us miserable in the long run over what was arguably nothing more than a couple of days of good sex?”
“We have tons in common,” he disagreed. “Neither of us wants to walk the path our family chose for us. We’ve both fallen for someone we shouldn’t have—though, I intend to be more successful in that department than you were—and we both like this planet enough to not want to leave it.”
Brennon frowned. “You’re staying? Here?”
“What did you think this house was for?”
“I thought you were using it as a touchstone while you waited me out.” If the alpha was planning on relocating to Vitality indefinitely…He shook his head. “That doesn’t change anything.”
“It means there’s nowhere for you to hide, and no way you’re getting rid of me,” Gunho insisted. “I’m in the process of procuring a business as well. Soon, I’ll have a steady form of income, real ties to this planet, and there will be no more excuses you can give to reject me.”
“I don’t need a reason to not want you,” Brennon snapped, noticing when that had the alpha bristling. If he were smarter, he’d drop it and try again later, but he was stubborn and petty as a result of his upbringing. “You want the truth? You aren’t my type. I like the soft boy style. Not…this.”
Gunho already looked the part of a corporate CEO.
Or a cocky Imperial prince.
Either one.
He didn’t look like the cliché image that came to mind whenever Brennon thought of alphas. He’d always pictured burly, rugged men with bulging muscles and heated tempers—stereotypes, for sure, which wasn’t cool of him. Obviously he’d been wrong.
Gunho Idris was stunning in an alluring way that would force people to give a double-take on the streets. He was tall, with a muscular form that was proportional and not at all over the top. His body had been honed for swift movement on the battlefield, and thinking about it brought back all sorts of broken memories of how he’d used that same body to take Brennon in all sorts of positions…
“Should I bed you, mate?” Gunho practically purred, the sound rumbly and low and doing strange things to Brennon’s gut that it definitely shouldn’t be doing.
“No.”
“You’re admiring me,” he pointed out. “Are you certain? I could have you convinced we’re a match if you ride my cock again. Fully conscious and present this time, without the alcohol to muddy things.”
Brennon remembered the pleasure when he’d been seated in the alpha's lap, bouncing on his cock, driving them both higher and higher.
But he recalled the pain and the discomfort as well.
How impossibly full he’d felt whenever the alpha drove in all the way.
How deep he’d insisted on penetrating, until Brennon felt like he was pushing into his intestines. It’d been a sharp feeling that he hadn’t been a fan of, even once that’d turned to mind-bending ecstasy the longer he was forced to take it.
“You’re too much for me,” he admitted. “I can’t handle you.”
“You were perfect, pretty lover.”
“I was wasted and out of my mind. I couldn’t do that again sober, and something tells me you’re not in the market for an alcoholic mate.”
“I’m not,” he agreed. “There’s no need to be concerned over this. You’ll learn. Practice makes perfect, isn’t that what they say? Within a month, I’m positive I can have your insides molded to perfectly fit me.”
Brennon shivered, unable to hold back. That was scary, and yet also a bit of a turn-on even though it shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be curious if that statement was true, or possible, or if it’d start to feel good like the alpha seemed to believe if they just did it enough times. The snippets of memory he was getting back definitely proved there’d been something between them that other partners had lacked. Though, it wasn’t like he had much experience with explosive sex.
Was that what this was? His hesitation must stem from curiosity.
“Even if we have great sexual chemistry,” he said, not sure who he was trying to convince, “that doesn’t mean we’ll be a good match in other departments. The age difference is only part of it. We’ve lived very different lives, and we come from vastly different cultures. Your expectations of me, and mine of you, won’t align. For example, you want a mate. I want a partner.”
“Omega and beta rights have been greatly improved upon,” Gunho argued. “On Glyph, everyone is treated equally. Being an alpha doesn’t mean being a dictator.”
