Marcus #2
“Beautiful,” I say, dropping a kiss onto his jaw, working my way down the column of his neck. It feels so good to be close to him again that I actually feel lightheaded. “Stunning. Mesmerizing. Sexy as fuck, honestly.”
“Such a way with words,” he sighs, reaching down to twist the lock on the door. “Want to see me do the splits again?”
“Yes,” I murmur against his neck, his sharp, heavy alpha pheromones making fire flare hot in my stomach. “But not here. Wanna take my time with you tonight. My house is only a few blocks away, if you can wait.”
Inviting him back to mine was the first thing I thought of as soon as the curtain fell. His eyebrows rise in surprise, a disbelieving smile twitching at his lips as his tongue flicks out to swipe across them.
“I think that’s something worth waiting for,” he says, his feline eyes dancing. “Give me half an hour.”
—
“What are these?” Alex says, zeroing in on a stack of books on my coffee table before I’ve even locked the door behind us. Because of course, of all the books in this house, he’d pick out those ones.
He scoops one up, a hardback titled Unlocking the Alpha, flipping it over and studying the blurb. He showered at the theatre, washing off the stage make-up and adrenaline pheromones, leaving him bare-faced and smelling purely of himself.
I sigh, walking up behind him. “Don’t mock me. I can feel the sass ready to burst out of you.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he says with a wink, leaning back against me when I slip a hand around his waist. “Is this a self-help book? Are these all self-help books?”
“I told you I was going to try,” I say, squirming inside.
“This is how I get better at things—I read books. It’s what I did with physio, then training.
Talking wasn’t big in my household, growing up, so books filled the gaps.
I need to learn the right… vocabulary, I guess.
Reading helps. It’s the only way I know how to unpack all the shit that you’ve stirred up in my head. ”
I jab him in his side, and he laughs, loud and bright, placing the book down and twisting in my arms to face me. He buries his fingers in my hair. “Are you blaming me?”
“Maybe. I didn’t say it was a bad thing, though.”
I kiss him, sliding the pads of my fingers up and under his cotton t-shirt, feeling the dormant power in his torso even as he melts against me.
“I missed you this week,” I mumble against his lips.
“Me too,” he says, letting me pull off his t-shirt and doing the same to mine, running his hands over my bare chest. “So much.”
The friction of his palms on my bare skin sends a jolt straight down my spine, all the restless, aching energy of the last week of separation and uncertainty evaporating as Alex’s scent wraps around me, heavy with arousal.
I drive him backwards until his calves hit the coffee table, sending a couple of books tumbling to the floor.
Alex chuckles. “Take me to your room before we wreck your living room. I’m too hyped up to be careful tonight.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of Alex naked in my bed, and I wonder why in god’s name I haven’t had him here since day one.
He looks like something carved out of marble, some mythical creature sent from another realm to tempt me, and I am totally incapable of resisting.
I drop over him, pinning him to the mattress, drinking down his breathy moans as my hands map the tight curve of his waist.
His eyes are dark and focused, pupils blown wide, when I reach over to the nightstand for lube.
His cock is hard and leaking against his stomach—and maybe it’s our scents mixing together in my own space, or maybe it’s the vivid memory of watching him dance, so powerful and totally in control—but I’m suddenly hit with a wave of desire that’s completely different from the possessive, dominant lust I’m used to.
“C’mere.” I drop the small bottle on the mattress, falling onto the bed and tugging him on top of me, needing to feel his grounding weight everywhere. Our legs slot together, and I groan brokenly as Alex wraps a hand around my cock, stroking me in slow, deliberate pulls.
He slides his shaft against mine, rutting our cocks together feverishly, moving down to roll my balls between his fingers as I spit in my hands and take over stroking us together.
“Fuck,” I whisper as his lips ghost over my jaw, angling my hips up. “Lower, Alex.”
He glances at me through thick lashes, heat and surprise registering on his pretty features. “Shit. You want my fingers?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
My heart is like a hummingbird’s as he trails a fingertip around my hole, sending a shiver up my spine. I gasp, my head dropping back against the pillows, and Alex grins wickedly. “You like that.”
“I really do.”
“It wasn’t a question, Marcus,” he says, his eyes burning when he looks down at me.
He lets a thread of saliva fall from between his lips to where his fingers are still teasing me, rubbing the wetness across my rim and drawing a choked noise from me.
My cock jumps against my belly. “You want more, alpha?”
I nod, suddenly desperate to have his fingers inside me. “Please.”
A wave of something deeply alpha corkscrews through me as he slides a finger inside, just up to the first knuckle.
It’s sharp and territorial and wild, and when I force it down to allow Alex to push even deeper, the rebound is a sweet rush of pure heat that has my back arching and my breath coming in desperate puffs.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, my grip on our lengths slackening as my focus is pulled to the exquisite electricity shooting through my ass.
My hips twitch against the mattress instinctively as Alex stretches me, grabbing the lube with his free hand and drizzling it over the place where his fingers and my hole meet so he can add a second finger alongside the first.
When he pushes in deep enough that the pads of his fingers graze the deep, hidden knot of tension inside me, I’m wracked with a full-body shudder, my tobacco and amber scent flaring thickly between us.
“Look at you,” Alex says, hooking one hand behind my knee so he can pull my leg up, opening me up completely to his gaze. The vulnerability makes me squirm, my cock throbbing. “So big and perfect, submitting to me so fucking nicely.”
His words make a growl rumble deep in my chest, but every sharp press of his fingers leaves me moaning and helpless.
I hold on to Alex’s shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle as he leans down to press our foreheads together, an awed expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.
It makes a warmth blossom in my chest that has nothing to do with the heat between my legs.
“Alex,” I breathe.
“Marcus,” he pants back, sounding amused and kind of amazed.
I clench my jaw as he pushes in deep again, precum leaking from my swollen head. “I want you inside me.”
His hand falters. He pulls his head back to look at me, his cheeks flushed and his blue eyes wide. And this might be the first time I’ve ever seen Alex Volkov flustered.
“Are you sure?” Mint and cedar and something darker bloom around me. “You want that?”
“I want you,” I say. “Don’t make me fucking beg for it, dancer.”
A slow, dangerous grin replaces his momentary shock, the dazzling confidence that’s always captivated me back in a flash. The slow drag of his slick fingers out of me sends an intense jolt of electricity through me. “Don’t tempt me, coach. Now turn around so I can blow your fucking mind.”
“Cocky,” I laugh breathlessly, moving so I’m on my knees and facing the headboard with Alex’s help.
“With good reason,” he says, tugging my hips back against his firmly. “You’ve seen what I can do with my body, right?”
I shiver hotly at the thought, imagining all that raw power being channeled into me. “Jesus, hurry up. I’m fucking aching over here.”
Alex laughs darkly, and I have no idea why that’s such a turn on. I hear him pop the cap of the lube, and the wet noise of him stroking it over his impressive cock. That he’s about to fuck me with. Goddamn.
“Need to get you nice and wet for me, alpha,” he teases, making me hiss when he smears more cool lube over my sensitive hole.
“Brace yourself against the headboard and have a pillow ready to bite. Your alpha’s going to go into overdrive when I get inside you, but I promise you if you push through it you’ll come so fucking hard you’ll forget your own name.
” I let out a quiet, desperate moan, and Alex kisses the back of my neck.
“And tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. No alpha pride shit here.”
I nod, totally unable to speak, my alpha already restless under my skin but more painfully turned on than I’ve ever been.
And then the blunt head of his cock is sliding over my entrance, his hand digging into the meat of my hip, and he’s surging forward, spearing me open on a deep groan that rattles me to my core.
He wasn’t wrong: submitting to him like this feels like setting my brain on fire.
My knuckles are white on the headboard, every joint locking in a violent rejection of the intrusion and the heavy blanket of his scent that’s wrapped itself around me.
My head drops between my shoulder blades as I fight the instinct to turn around and claw his eyes out, my teeth clamping down on the pillow that he shoves in front of me when he bottoms out.
“Oh fuck,” I rumble, suddenly aware that his hands have left my hips and are pinning mine to the headboard. “Fuck.”
“You feel incredible,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “So fucking tight for me, Marcus.”
And he’s so damn thick. The burn of him stretching me open is so dizzyingly intense that at least it gives me something to focus on, dulling the violent thrashing of my alpha and the wild reality of what we’re doing.
Alex presses against my back, his chest slick with sweat and his breath hot on my neck, stilling to let me adjust to him.