Page 29 of Leave Me
Riley closed his eyes and snuggled into his pillow. “Yes, Alpha.”
Those words had a bolt of lust shocking my system, and I swallowed down the growl in my chest.
Mine.
My wolf didn’t want to let Riley rest, so I forced myself to walk out of the house without another word and make my way home.
Before I knew it, I was back at the pack house and running up the stairs. I couldn’t hear anyone in the building, and remembered Channing saying something about taking Gramps to the farm supply store. I had the house to myself, and I had a needy cock who kept playing Riley’s last words over and over in my head.
Turning on the shower, I sent a text to let her know I was already home, so she’d have to grab the bread. In case they came home, the shower would drown out my groans of pleasure.
Stepping under the spray, I braced one forearm on the wall and took myself in hand. I’d jacked off more in the past couple of days than I had since my Alpha cock made itself known. Every time I saw Riley, smelled him, or hell, even thought about him, I was hard and ready to go.
Riley hadn’t been repulsed by my dick. He’d begged to see more of me, to taste me. I came on his face like a dog, and he’d lapped it up, suckling me as if I was a rare delicacy in one of the countries he’d visited.
The way he’d come with my mouth on his cock, my finger in his ass, feeling the tightness of his hole, made me wonder if he didn’t have penetrative sex much. My wolf hated the idea of anyone else having Riley before, but I didn’t care.
For myself, I was more of a side. I liked the acts most people thought of as foreplay as the main act. I loved giving head and getting my partner off. I could stoke myself to completion then or later on my own. It all felt good.
But with Riley? I wanted all of him. My finger and tongue in his ass and dick on his lips were just the start.
With him, I wanted to straddle his hips and ride him. I wanted to fuck Riley’s face until drool was sliding down his neck. And then I wanted to fuck him hard and deep. I wouldn’t make him take my knot unless he begged for it…
Imagining sliding into his tight hole until we were locked together, while he wrapped his body around mine and begged to take more, had me coming on a roar. Shouting his name and hearing it bounce off the wet tiles, I stroked my cock as my body shook.
If I thought I’d be cumming blanks on my third orgasm in an hour, I was wrong. Streams of white cum hit the wall before the water washed them down the drain. Normally, I produced only a few drops of clear liquid.
Thinking back to how I’d covered Riley’s hand and stomach when we frotted, then his face before he’d swallowed me down, I realized I had been coming like a cis-man with Riley.
What the actual fuck?
Riley.
My wolf said his name, as if in answer. I had no clue if it was Riley making a difference, but I also felt a kernel of truth.
Rinsing my hands before shutting the water off, I heard a door shut outside. I grabbed a towel to dry off before looking out the window tosee that Channing and Gramps were home and had a truck bed full of bags to bring into the house.
Instead of dwelling on why my body was acting differently, I threw on basketball shorts to go help them with their bags. I could overthink what the hell was going on after dinner.
Like Riley said, I needed to spend time with family. And I couldn’t be thinking about the man who made me act like I was a horny teenager around my sister and Gramps.
Chapter twenty
Riley
Getting ready for the reunion the next day, I felt less sick but still off-kilter. Tossing and turning all night hadn’t helped me rest, but a shower and lunch helped ease some of the ickiness. Still, I needed…something.
Napping in the afternoon, I woke up feeling almost back to normal, and like I might be able to attend the reunion after all.
Making my way into the kitchen, I found Mom stirring homemade soup on the stove. It smelled delicious, and I grabbed a couple bowls so I could eat it as soon as she deemed the concoction ready.
“Fowler stopped by while you were still asleep,” Mom told me as she ladled a healthy serving out. My ears perked up, and I couldn’t hide the grin on my face. “Brought me the chicken so I could make soup.”
“Fowler was here?”
Mom handed me the bowl and a spoon so I could sit at the table before joining me. “About an hour ago, but he couldn’t stay with his Gramps in the truck.”
“Oh.”
