Page 34 of Into the Fire: After
I grabbed him by the arm, spinning him around to face me. “Take it out on me,” I told him. “I can take it.”
His elbow connected with my jaw, but I didn’t let go of my grip. His hand came up, open palm slapping my face in the opposite direction before it closed around my throat.
I’d been in the throes of alphadrenaline more times than I could count. Everything you knew in life, every code you lived by, every person you loved—they were only shadows in this state. Barely ghosts on your subconscious. You were nothing but your basest self. All that existed was pure, primal instinct.
Could an alpha kill his packmate in an alphadrenaline rage? Absolutely.
I wrapped my own hand around Lin’s throat. Squeezed with the same force he did.
“Go ahead,” I seethed toward him. “Beat me. Break me. Do your worst.”
His ragged, choppy breaths blew hot on my face. My own face stared back at me from his glassy eyes.
I waited.
He leaned in. Attacked my lips with his own.
I yielded.
Lin’s grip didn’t loosen a bit. The pressure, though, shifted so slightly. I relished the pins-and-needles feeling of restricted blood flow. My face felt pinched. My head felt airy.
When I thought I’d actually pass out, he released the pressure. Only to turn my head roughly to one side and run his tongue up the ridge of that artery, pulling goosebumps from my skin and a groan from my throat. Open-mouthed kisses and aggressive nips covered my jaw until he reached my mouth again.
Lin meant to claim me, mark every bit of what he found as his. My alpha rose once more, and this time I gave him the reins. Because he came not to attack, but to surrender.
I slid my fingers through the fine strands of Lin’s dark hair. He mirrored me with one hand. The other dug desperately into my pants until it could squeeze my cock. His teeth dragged along the skin of my jaw as he pumped me. I choked at the intensity, his grip almost too tight, his speed almost too quick.
But fucking goddamn hell, it was just fucking right.
I nipped at his bottom lip before pulling my face back to meet his eye. “That’s it, Alpha,” I said, even going so far as to let a taunting smirk rise over my face. “Show me what my head alpha can do.”
The fingers in my hair curled, pulling the strands taut as he pushed me down until I sank to my knees. Lin was beyond words. My submission and obedience were the only language he spoke. Hopefully the ferality of his lust would be enough to dampen his rage.
Or, at least, redirect it.
He didn’t wait for me to pull his cock out, bringing it over the waistband of his scrubs himself and all but shoving it between my lips.
Yes, Alpha.
Lin’s eyes rolled back and a rumble of approval rolled through his chest. His head tipped back as I slid my lips along the length of him, slicking it up before taking him almost entirely into my mouth. With a light suction, I pulled slowly off, trailing the tipof my tongue along his underside as I went. He shuddered with pleasure.
Over and over, I devoured and released him. Dragging my teeth carefully over him, or the flat of my tongue, or just the softness of my lips.
Getting him ready. Getting myself ready. Within moments, I was panting as hard as he was, my own cock hard and throbbing.
With a heated growl, Lin pulled me by my hair again and bent me over the side of our tiny bed. He yanked my pants down, spread my cheeks, spat on my asshole before lining himself up and plunging in.
“Fuckingfuck.”I bit the pillow below me, bracing against my alpha behind me. Whatever tiny piece of Human Lin was aware and functional worked himself in me slowly, inch by inch, until his hips were flush with me and we both breathed heavily.
He leaned over my bowed back, forehead pressed against the top of my spine. His teeth grazed the skin there as he thrust into me. The bed squeaked like the biggest damn cliche as he fucked me to jelly.
I fisted my cock, speeding toward the release I was sure I’d die without. I moaned into the mattress.
“Caine,” he breathed into my ear. I looked toward him, and he took my lips with his. Gentler now.
Once more man, rather than beast.
“Welcome back,” I said against his lips. He held my face to his as he sped his movements.
