Page 64 of Want It All
‘I might hurt you.’
He snorted. ‘You could try, Grace.’
I pushed in deeper. ‘Call me alpha.’
‘Fuck off,’ he panted.
I found the spot inside him that made Sebastian lose his mind. It was smaller in alphas, but no less sensitive. I pressed on it gently.
‘Fuck –’ Byron bit off, his cock jerking against his stomach. ‘Fuck, Tristan.Please.’
I bit back an approving purr. I loved him begging, his eyes wild and his hair falling into his eyes. ‘Alpha,’ I insisted, because I was a power-hungry asshole and I needed him to say it.
I moved my fingers again, pressing and rubbing and stretching until he keened. ‘Alpha!’ he snarled, and I gently withdrew myfingers, cleaning them with a wipe – I was always prepared – before rubbing more lube over my throbbing cock.
I notched it where my fingers had been. Byron groaned, arching beneath me, and the universe felt entirelyrightas I pushed slowly inside.
I stopped almost immediately once my head was buried inside him, letting him adjust. He was impatient, reaching towards me to hurry me up, but I resisted; I wanted to own him, not hurt him. He rasped praise as I pushed in once more, and I filed the image of him partially impaled, panting and writhing, away in my mind, because I would be absolutely reliving this moment in the shower tomorrow. He was so tight it was almost painful, and so hot I was losing control; when he moanedyes, alpha, moreI was gone, and I thrust home with one sharp kick of my hips, a bead of sweat falling from my brow onto his skin.
He inhaled sharply, but his cock stayed hard.
‘Touch yourself,’ I ordered, because I needed to see him come. I wanted him messy and painted with white and so fucking wrecked he could barely function. ‘Touch yourself,mate.’
He keened again at the word, and his hand wrapped around his thick cock. ‘It won’t take long,’ he panted, half a plea and half a warning, but I didn’t care, because if he didn’t climax while I was inside him, I’d lose my fucking mind.
‘Good,’ I rasped, ‘because I want to fill you with my cum.’
‘Fuck.’ His eyes were grey slits as he watched me roll my hips, so deep inside him that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. ‘Fuck,yes. Like that.’
I spanned my hand across his broad chest, feeling his heart beat beneath my palm. It was kicking like a fucking racehorse, but mine was matching its tempo.Two hearts, one beat. I was full of so much emotion – and so muchlust– that I didn’t know what to do with it all, so I concentrated on plunging smoothly inand out of his body, reaching down to toy gently where we were joined with my free hand.
He gave a wordless shout, cum painting his stomach and chest in thick white jets, hot and wet on the inside of my wrist. His body squeezed me so tightly I couldn’t help but follow, thrusting deep as I emptied myself inside him, my eyes glazing as pleasure exploded at the base of my spine. I panted, raking in air, delicious pain spearing through my mouth as my canines pushed down.
I collapsed on him, nuzzling his neck. He arched, giving a deep, wordless whimper. I grazed my teeth over his scent gland, hard enough to leave a red mark on his pale skin, then sucked until I left a love bite.Mine, the action said, and my instincts chanted the same word.Mine, mine, mine. My teeth closed on his skin.
‘Don’t,’ he snarled, and pushed me off, so hard that I slipped from his body and staggered a few steps back.
He sat up, dishevelled and ruined and covered in cum, and I’d never seen him look so glorious. The only thing that could make the picture more perfect was a bloody neck after my teeth made new scars, but he reached up and covered both scent glands with his hands.
‘I still. Fucking.Hate. You,’ he grated out. ‘You don’t getto bite me.’
‘But we’re a scent match,’ I answered, trying – and failing – to keep my voice level as my alpha roared inside me, angry and hurt and bewildered. ‘You’remine.’
‘You think Sebastian might want a say in that? You know,your omega?’
‘He sent me here tonight.’
Byron slid off the bench and started pulling on his clothes. I found my packet of wet wipes and handed them to him silently. ‘He probably thought youmightfind a complementary scent andmake out under a tree, Grace. Not find yourscent matchand try to bond him before you deign to do the same for the man who’s been by your side for six fucking years.’ He wiped the cum from his chest with a look of disgust, the expression hitting me straight in the stomach.
My scent match didn’t want me.
But I’d had a lifetime of practise at schooling my expressions, so I pushed down the devastation and began straightening my clothes with focused precision. My instincts were shouting at me to claim my mate, to bind him to me with a bite, to never let him out of my sight.
But that wasn’t what Byron wanted.
‘Sebastian and I got checked before we came here, by the way,’ I said coolly, as if that made a difference now. ‘We’re clear.’
‘So I assumed,’ he answered shortly, bending to pick his eReader off the ground. ‘I’m clear, too. But if you want to be head alpha, then you should have that conversationfirstthe next time you fuck someone new.’
