Chapter （Untitled）
Chad sat in the front seat of Peter’s luxurious car, fisting his hands as he tried to resist the urge to reach down and just give his cock one squeeze.
He couldn’t believe how horny he was. Glancing at Peter out of the corner of his eye, he wondered what Peter was thinking.
He just looked so calm. Chad had been ready to tear off his clothes, get on his hands and knees on the floor of his apartment, and offer Peter his ass to do with as he pleased, but Peter had stepped back from the kiss like it was nothing.
“I kind of wanted you to bite me,” Chad blurted out, completely without any intention of doing so.
Peter reacted like he’d been shocked, the car swerving dangerously. The car next to them honked angrily, and Peter hastily moved them back into their own lane.
“Sorry!” Chad said, heart hammering. Peter’s knuckles were white, his grip on the wheel was so tight.
“It’s okay,” Peter said, shoulders still held stiffly. Chad wondered if he’d ruined everything. Peter took a calming breath and shot him a heated look. “I wanted to bite you, too.”
Chad didn’t say anything, his balls pulling up tight and his cock leaking pre-cum like a faucet.
“You make me fucking crazy,” Peter added, staring at the road.
Chad turned his face, making no effort to hide the way he was scrutinizing the older alpha. Peter met his stare briefly, a small smile on his mouth.
“You look skeptical,” he said, licking his lips. Chad shrugged.
“You’re just very… contained, I guess. It’s hard to know what you’re thinking.”
Peter blinked, turning his eyes back to the road. “Just because I have excellent control doesn’t mean that I’m not feeling things. I just don’t always show it.”
“So what are you feeling now?” Chad asked. He was entirely unprepared for the way Peter smiled at him. It was the same grin he’d seen in the hall, and it made Peter look positively demonic. Chad loved it.
“I’m not sure I should tell you,” Peter said. He pulled the car into the entrance to an underground parking garage, and Chad realized they were at his building. Were they not going out to eat?
“Why not?” Chad asked, his voice rough.
“You might get scared,” Peter said. “I can be too much for a lot of people.”
A lot of alphas, Chad realized. He wondered how many guys there had been before him—or if he was the only one now. The thought was upsetting.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” Peter said, misreading Chad’s reaction. Chad smiled at the sincerity in his voice.
“I know you won’t.”
“Then let’s go. I’ve had dinner delivered to my apartment, and I think you’re going to like it,” Peter said, opening the door and stepping out into the garage. Taking a deep breath, wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into, Chad followed.
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