Page 24 of Swipe Right on the Alpha
The tender gesture seemed to break something in Dylan. His thrusts became more urgent, less controlled, the arm around Aiden’s chest tightening as his mouth found the juncture of neck and shoulder. As Aiden’s orgasm hit with devastating intensity, Dylan’s teeth pressed against his skin—not breaking the surface but definitely marking, a claiming that stopped just short of the bond he’d described.
The dual sensation of Dylan’s teeth at his neck and hand on his cock pushed Aiden’s climax into near-painful intensity, his body clenching rhythmically around Dylan’s length as he spilled over the sheets below. Dylan followed moments later, his growl vibrating against Aiden’s shoulder as he pulsed deep inside him, hips jerking with the force of his release.
For several long moments they remained frozen in that position, both breathing heavily in the aftermath of shared pleasure. Then, with careful movements, Dylan withdrew and guided Aiden to lie on his side, immediately curling around him in a protective embrace that felt both familiar and new in light of everything they’d shared.
As their breathing gradually slowed, Dylan’s features shifted back to fully human, though his arms remained firmly around Aiden, one hand stroking idle patterns on his hip.
“That was…” Aiden began, then laughed softly. “I don’t even have words.”
“Too much?” Dylan asked, a hint of vulnerability returning to his voice.
Aiden turned in his arms to face him properly. “Perfect,” he corrected, pressing a gentle kiss to Dylan’s lips. “Though I noticed you stopped short of the whole mate-bite thing.”
Dylan’s expression grew serious. “That’s not a decision to make in the heat of the moment. It’s permanent, Aiden. Life-changing. You need to be certain.”
The care behind those words, the respect for Aiden’s autonomy despite Dylan’s obvious desire, cemented something that had been forming in Aiden’s heart for weeks.
“And if I were certain?” he asked quietly. “If I decided I wanted that? The bond, the mate thing, all of it?”
Hope flared in Dylan’s eyes, though he maintained his composed expression. “Are you saying you are?”
“I’m saying I’m closer to certain than I ever expected to be about anyone,” Aiden admitted. “Werewolf revelation included. What I feel for you… it’s different. Important. The kind of thing I’ve never believed existed until now.”
Dylan’s hand came up to cradle Aiden’s face with reverent tenderness. “It exists,” he said softly. “What you’re feeling—what we’re both feeling—it’s real. The mate bond just formalizes what’s already there between us.”
“I still need time,” Aiden clarified. “To process all this supernatural stuff. But I’m not running away, Dylan. Not from you, not from this.”
The smile that spread across Dylan’s face was breathtaking in its sincerity. “That’s all I can ask for,” he said, pulling Aiden closer against his chest. “Time, honesty, and a chance to show you what being mine—being ours to each other—could really mean.”
As Aiden drifted toward sleep in the safety of Dylan’s arms, he found himself contemplating a future he’d never imagined—one that included full moons, pack gatherings, and a bond that transcended ordinary human connection. It should have terrified him. Instead, it felt strangely like coming home.
His last conscious thought before sleep claimed him was simple but profound:I think I could love him—wolf and all.
Chapter 13
“Okay, serious question for the followers today,” Aiden addressed his camera with practiced ease, sitting cross-legged on his couch in comfortable loungewear. “At what point in a relationship do you merge your friend groups? Because I’ve reached that terrifying stage where my friends are meeting my boyfriend’s friends, and I’m pretty sure they’re all judging our life choices.”
The comments section immediately flooded with responses:
“OMG BOYFRIEND??? MOUNTAIN MAN IS OFFICIAL???”
“We need pics or it didn’t happen!”
“Is he in the apartment right now?? SHOW US!”
Aiden laughed, reading the comments aloud. “Yes, we’re officially using labels now. No, he’s not here right now—he’s actually setting up for the friend-merger party happening tonight. And sorry, no pics yet. He’s private, and I’m respecting that.”
More comments poured in, many expressing shock at Aiden’s uncharacteristic discretion. For three months, his followers had been subsisting on vague references and minimal details about “Mountain Man Dylan,” a stark contrast to Aiden’s previous oversharing about his dating disasters.
“I know, I know—who am I and what have I done with the real Aiden who documents every awkward date moment?” he acknowledged with a self-deprecating smile. “But some things are just for us, you know? Though I can tell you he’s still doingthe growly thing during intimate moments that I mentioned a few weeks ago, and it’s still ridiculously hot.”
He chatted for a few more minutes, answering questions about his upcoming book release and a new sponsorship deal, before wrapping up the livestream. The moment the camera stopped recording, Aiden’s carefully maintained energy deflated slightly as he slumped back against the couch.
Balancing his online persona with his increasingly complicated personal life had become a delicate juggling act. In the two months since discovering Dylan’s supernatural nature, Aiden had been gradually introduced to the hidden world existing alongside his human one—werewolf pack dynamics, supernatural politics, and the implications of being a human mate to an alpha werewolf.
All while maintaining his influencer career without revealing any of it.
His phone pinged with a text from Dylan:
