Chapter 72
When he made it home, Peter was tired and ready for the day to be over. Usually winning a challenge made him feel pumped and aggressive, but Sprain had been so weak that he might as well have been a beta.
The sight of Chad’s boots lying in a heap just inside the door made him smile.
“Chad? You in here?” he called out, stepping out of his shoes and shrugging off his coat. He opened the closet and took out the hanger with Chad’s jacket on it, hanging his own coat over the smooth leather.
How no one had commented on the fact that Chad reeked of him yet, Peter didn’t know.
“Hey, Peter,” Chad said, stepping into the hallway. Peter stalked toward him, all the day’s troubles fading into the background of his mind. He pushed Chad up against the wall and kissed him, leaning his whole body against Chad’s.
“I had a really shitty day,” he said, pulling away. He pushed Chad’s face up and to the side, exposing his throat for a wet kiss and a sharp scrape of teeth.
Chad was leaving in just a few days, and Peter didn’t want to let him leave without claiming him. The urge to just bite down and be done with it was intense and almost irresistible.
By the sound of his moaning, Chad wouldn’t complain one bit.
Peter pulled away. He would ask Chad to be his mate, but not while they were both thinking with their knots.
“Can you be good for me tonight?” he asked. Reaching up, he cradled Chad’s face and pressed against his lower lip with his thumb. Chad tried to take it into his mouth, but Peter wouldn’t let him.
“Yes, alpha,” Chad said, leaning into the touch.
“I want to try something new,” Peter said, licking his lips. “Something that you might not like. You can stop at any time, and I’ll check in with you to see how you’re doing. Okay?”
Chad’s pupils had swallowed his eyes, and he was already creeping into sub space. Peter just loved how easy he was.
“I need you to answer.”
Chad took a deep breath. “I understand.”
Peter didn’t say anything more. He pulled Chad away from the wall and put a hand on the back of his neck.
Chad shuddered, and Peter’s cock twitched at the responsiveness.
Leading Chad to the living room, he positioned Chad a step away from the front of the couch.
Standing behind him, bulge digging into his lower back, Peter put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him down.
Chad didn’t hesitate, falling to his hands and knees, looking at Peter with hooded eyes. Peter crouched down and stroked a hand over his head, the feeling of control making his balls feel full and heavy.
“I want you to stay perfectly still,” Peter said, moving Chad’s head so that he was staring straight ahead, putting a hand on his stomach and pushing it up to flatten his back.
When he had Chad where he wanted him, obedient and frozen like a statue, he wandered off into the kitchen to get himself a glass of wine.
Peter took his time, heading to the bedroom to pick up the book he was reading, and when he came back five minutes later Chad was exactly where he left him.
He didn’t react at all when Peter came back into the room, like he was in a trance.
Peter ignored him and sat down on the couch, lifting his feet and putting them down on Chad’s back with a sigh. Putting his glass down on the end table an arm’s reach away from where he was sitting, Peter looked at Chad over the top of his propped-open book.
Other than an increase in his breathing, he was holding perfectly still.
It was perfect.
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