Marcus #3
But that’s not what I want. I want all of him, all the power and muscle and raw dominance I watched him flaunt on stage just a couple of hours ago.
“Fuck me, Alex,” I demand, framing the request as a command rather than a plea in my own mind just so I can choke out the words. “I can take it. I don’t want fucking gentle. Give me all you’ve got.”
He huffs an awed laugh against my neck. “Okay, you asked for it, babe.”
I barely have time to clock the pet name, because then he’s pushing me forward with a large hand between my shoulder blades, forcing me to arch my back and slamming into me with so much fluid force that the bed creaks dangerously beneath us.
His cock punches into my prostate, a hot rush of pleasure flooding my senses and white blooming behind my eyelids, and holy fuck.
And suddenly I get why Alex has such expert control over his alpha instincts: because this feeling is better than anything. Better than winning a fight or breaking another alpha down. Better than pride or ego.
So I give in. All the alpha instincts fighting for dominance in my chest rear back in the face of the onslaught of pleasure and the hot, grounding pressure of Alex behind my back, plowing into me like I’m his.
I let my hips sink back to meet his next downstroke, a broken, low groan ripping from my throat as he sets a brutal rhythm.
He moves with a dancer's precision, shifting his hips so every thrust hits that spot that makes me feel like I’m coming apart.
Without warning, Alex pulls out of me, hooking a strong arm around my waist and flipping me so my back is against the mattress. And being manhandled was not on my list of turn-ons, but apparently there’s no limit to the things that Alex can make unbearably hot.
“Need to see you when I make you come,” he pants, pushing my knees back so I’m spread open, and he can slide back inside me in one graceful movement.
And then he wraps his hand around my aching cock, attaches his lips to mine in a heated, messy kiss, and doesn’t hold back one single iota as he fucks me to the point of total oblivion.
I don’t even have a chance to warn him before my vision blurs and heat ripples outwards from all the points where we’re connected in one paralyzing, heart-stopping rush.
My cock erupts between us, pulsing under the agonizing drag of his palm, and my ass spasms around him, clamping down around his length until he groans on a full-body shudder and comes apart right alongside me.
The hot throb of him inside me and the way our scents merge into one steals the breath from my lungs until long after my own earth-shattering orgasm is dying down.
When the final tremors of our climax have finally left us, Alex slides out of me with a soft groan before collapsing onto the pillows beside me.
“What the fuck, Marcus.” He puffs out an incredulous laugh, draping an arm lazily over me, totally unfazed by the mess splattered across my abs. “Trust you to be an even greedier bottom than I am.”
“Fuck you,” I chuckle. “That was… god. I would have made you pin me down weeks ago if I’d had any idea how goddamn amazing that would be.”
Alex smiles so wide it makes my chest hurt. “I haven’t exactly been hiding how great it is this entire time.”
“I guess not,” I sigh.
Alex groans and bites the meat of my bicep playfully. “You looked so fucking hot, I can’t even tell you. You make me feel like I’m in rut all the time, I swear.”
“What are you like in rut?” I ask, playing absent-mindedly with a stray flick of his hair.
He twists to look at me, blue eyes lazy and sated. “Like every other alpha; insatiable, aggressive, a little bit out of my mind.”
The thought of him like that makes me shiver. “Do your, uh… preferences change at all? When you’re in rut?”
“Marcus, are you asking if I suddenly start drooling over omegas?”
My cheeks redden. “Uh, yeah, I guess that is what I’m asking. And if… well, you’ve usually been the receiver with me. Until today. So…”
“Do I still like to take it up the ass?” he smirks, clearly finding my discomfort highly amusing. He doesn’t force me to answer, though, taking my blazing cheeks as answer enough. “No, I prefer to top during my rut, although I’ve been known to use toys at the same time.”
I exhale shakily, blood rushing south even though it’s only been a few minutes since I came. But Christ. What an image. Alex flashes me a knowing smile.
“And as for the omega thing—you said you’ve only been with omegas before, right?
” he says. “And you could go through the motions, but it just didn’t feel…
right?” I nod, thinking of all the times I’ve slept with omegas.
Perfectly nice, pretty, intelligent omegas.
And it was never bad, just bland. Uninspiring.
The exact opposite of everything I feel every time I’m in a room with Alex, let alone inside him.
“Well, that’s me when I’m in rut. My body reacts to omegas exactly as it’s biologically wired to—the smell of slick gets me hard, I get the urge to claim them, all that juicy, stereotypical alpha stuff.
But it’s purely functional. Like, there’s a total disconnect between my brain and my body.
My body says ‘yes’, my brain says ‘this is fucking weird’.
It’s not satisfying like being with an alpha is.
So I’ve learned that following my brain works out a lot better for me. Does that make sense?”
“So much sense,” I huff, getting the distinct feeling of something clicking into place inside me, followed by a total sense of awe at just how easily Alex seems to be able to lay out the jumble of feelings I’ve been wrestling with for years.
“You know, I thought the rules were that people as hot and successful as you are meant to be thick as pigshit. Not—” I flail my hands in the air, “—emotionally articulate.”
He laughs, turning fully so he can sprawl across my chest. “It’s not easy being this incredible.
And maybe I’ve read a few self-help books of my own, in the past.” I hum, threading my fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp.
He leans his chin on my pec, a mischievous look brightening his features.
“You want to spend a rut with me, coach? I’m not sure you could handle it. ”
And god, I think I do. I think I might want to spend every one of his ruts from now on with him, and I sure as hell don’t ever want to spend one of mine with anybody else. Omega, alpha, beta, whatever. Biology be damned, I just want Alex.