Chapter 23
chapter
twenty-three
Alexander frowned, confused.
“What do you…” His confusion trailed off into a moan as Tobias slipped a hand down his boxers. Tobias’s skin was rough and calloused, a stark contrast to how gentle his touch was. He stroked Alexander slow and light, brushing a finger feather-light over the swelling tip.
Then he stopped, watching Alexander with those dark eyes that had no business making Alexander feel so desperate.
“Tell me,” Tobias repeated. He pushed harder on Alexander’s chest, rubbing an absent-minded thumb over the scant hair there.
Alexander squirmed against the bed. “You’ve hardly touched me.”
“And I’ll keep that up if you don’t tell me.”
His hand started to slip out of Alexander’s boxers.
Alexander made an embarrassing noise, face burning even as he forced himself quiet.
Tobias had hardly touched him, and he could still reduce Alexander to his base components, carnal desires, and stupid, childish needs that should stay buried.
The idea excited Alexander just as much as it terrified him.
“Alright,” Alexander said, as Tobias’s fingertips were in the process of leaving his boxers. “It feels good. Does that suffice?”
Tobias blinked down at him. Then he grinned, so bright it felt like Alexander had been punched in the stomach.
“Suffice,” Tobias said. “Shit. I’m going to say that when I’m inside you.”
Alexander’s blush heated to monumental proportions.
Suddenly he felt like he hadn’t turned down those shots the overly friendly waiter offered them at the restaurant.
He was all head-rush and adrenaline, his veins alight with it.
He wanted Tobias to push him flush against the carpet.
Wanted Tobias’s grin against the back of his neck. He wanted to give himself over.
Alexander swallowed. He was supposed to throw a verbal jab back at Tobias, but he couldn’t make his tongue work. His whole body was dedicated to getting as much blood to his cock as fast as humanly possible, forgoing any unnecessary actions in the process like speaking. Or breathing. Or blinking.
Tobias slid his hands back into Alexander’s boxers, folding around the ass that Alexander had given very little thought to until Tobias expressed interest in it.
In the past few weeks, he’d been doing even more squats than usual, refusing to admit to himself that it was because Tobias had muttered compliments about it while they dozed naked on the couch.
“I’m not hearing much talking,” Tobias muttered into his mouth.
“Give me something to talk about,” Alexander replied breathlessly.
Tobias pulled back. Alexander expected to see that playful smile again.
It was there, but only momentarily. Then it faltered, those bright eyes going dull, and Tobias stared at him with the same strange determination he had been wearing when Alexander found him standing in his living room.
The look that made Alexander ask if something had happened.
There was clearly something going on in Tobias’s head that had nothing to do with the situation growing between them.
But before Alexander could ask again, Tobias’s thumb was on his jaw, stroking so firmly and precisely that Alexander forgot his line of thought.
“I’ll give you more than that, babe,” Tobias promised.
He flipped Alexander onto his stomach. Alexander landed with a grunt, too dazed with shock and the feeling of the mattress against his clothed cock to feel annoyed.
Tobias pulled off his jeans. Alexander attempted to help by lifting his legs, only to get pressed down by the small of his back. Alexander groaned, hips twitching at the pressure.
Tobias held him down harder, stilling the motion. “You just lie there. Alright? Lie there and take what I give you.”
The words flowed over Alexander in a hot tidal wave.
Arousal, anticipation, the smallest glimmer of fear quickly drowned out by a nonsensical amount of trust. He was naked under a werewolf who was about to fuck him, and he felt…
safe. Unreasonably so. He had always associated safety with power.
But here he was, utterly powerless, and he had never felt safer than he was under Tobias’s calloused hands.
Tobias pressed Alexander’s hands to the bed above his head. “Keep these here. And stay still.”
Alexander nodded, a strange calm rushing over him like nothing he’d ever known. He always craved instructions. The world was easier to manage when you only had to focus on the next thing in front of you.
Tobias kissed his shoulder. His teeth scraped Alexander’s spine, squeezing briefly on the uppermost ridge before moving down, scattering kisses down Alexander’s back.
Alexander shivered, then forced himself to still. He had assumed Tobias would want to get inside him as fast as possible, no teasing needed. He should have known.
He tensed with anticipation as Tobias’s mouth traveled further down his body. His scarred mouth pressed against his tailbone, pausing only for a moment before he pushed Alexander’s cheeks apart to lick a long, wet stripe over his hole.
Alexander jerked. “Tobias!”
Tobias hummed distractedly. His tongue stiffened and pressed inside.
Alexander was appalled to feel his cock twitch against the sheets. He knew he should be disgusted—he was covered in sweat, old sweat from the battle and new sweat from Tobias manhandling him—but Tobias sounded so happy about it, moaning as he fucked his hole with his tongue and sucked his rim.
“You taste good,” Tobias said.
Alexander huffed a laugh. “Mutt.”
“You love it.” Tobias smacked his ass, a fast, stinging pressure that made Alexander’s cock leak against the sheets. “Give me your hands.”
Alexander gave them over unthinkingly. Tobias took his wrists and pushed them into the small of his back.
“Stay,” he ordered.
Alexander shuddered, the delight of obeying making him lightheaded.
He didn’t have to think about the hunt. Not about Muzzle or his family’s expectations or Sadie’s tearful face staring up at him all those years ago, right before he made the decision that would change his life forever.
He only needed to stay still and let Tobias take care of him.
Tobias kissed the back of his thigh. “Got any lube, baby? Or, I don’t know…really expensive moisturizer?”
“I can’t afford good moisturizer,” Alexander protested.
“Then why did I see some in the bathroom?”
“I stole it,” Alexander said. “I’m poor, but I do have priorities.”
Tobias laughed, bright and delighted. Alexander had never felt so triumphant.
No hunt could compare. No manager complimenting him on his hard work at his endless string of minimum wage jobs.
Strangely, even his parents’ understanding gazes over that restaurant table paled in comparison to making Tobias laugh like that.
“I have lube,” Alexander continued. “It’s in the top drawer.”
Tobias leaned over to rifle through it. Alexander watched him, barely daring to breathe.
Hoping Tobias would congratulate him for being so good.
He wanted that more than anything. Obeying felt right, but getting praised for it made his mind go blissfully quiet. When it was coming from Tobias, anyway.
He held incredibly still, not rocking back against him even as Tobias circled his hole with his newly wet fingers.
Tobias made an approving noise. “Fuck, look at you. Doing so good for me, baby.”
Alexander heard himself make a pitiful sound in reply.
But he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed: his mind was going quiet, just like he’d wanted.
No worries or to-do lists or stresses. Just Tobias and his clever fingers pressing into a place with an expertise Alexander never had during his curious late-night probing, which left him flushed and frustrated with no relief.
Tobias would give him relief. Tobias would, as he said, give him ‘more than that.’
Tobias fucked two fingers into him, pressing his scarred lips to Alexander’s back. “You’re clamping down pretty hard. Gotta relax.”
Alexander wanted to make a joke about how he was never good at that. But Tobias brushed that spot inside him that Alexander had never been able to reach on his own, and any coherent thoughts were replaced by a pleasure so electrifying Alexander couldn’t do anything but groan.
“Whoa, okay, sensitive.” Tobias sounded dazed, his mouth slack against Alexander’s back before he started moving again, pressing kisses down his spine as his fingers resumed their momentum. “Ever done this before?”
Alexander shook his head, cheek smearing against the sheets.
“Want it?”
Alexander nodded.
Tobias’s hot breath clouded over Alexander’s ear. “Tell me how much.”
Alexander whined through his teeth, frustrated. He started to rock back against Tobias’s suddenly immobile fingers, only stopping when Tobias gripped his hip warningly.
Alexander stilled. “Just do it.”
Tobias made a disapproving noise. Then he pulled his fingers out, and it took every inch of willpower for Alexander not to move his hands from the small of his back.
“Fuck,” Alexander managed. “I want it, alright? I want—”
He stuttered to a stop as he felt something soft and blunt brush over his hole. He twisted to look, wishing he had a better vantage point so he could watch Tobias’s cock rub against his entrance.
“Keep talking,” Tobias said.
“I want it,” Alexander said in a breathless rush. “I want it so much, Tobias, please. Let me take it, I swear I’ll take anything you give me.”
Tobias’s hand tightened possessively over Alexander’s hip. He growled, the sound dissolving into a moan as he worked the head inside. He barely pushed in before he was pulling out and fucking in deeper.
Alexander felt himself drooling. His jaw ached with how hard it was stretched open, mindless with pleasure. Every slow, careful thrust was pressing deeper, touching places nobody had ever touched.