Claimed: An Evan's Alphas Prequel

by D. J. Heart

  “Oh, sorry! This is my friend Topher. He was trying to help me figure out how to tie my tie,” Chad gave his friend a look like he hadn’t been at all successful in that endeavor. “But it’s not looking good. Topher, this is Peter Tank. He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about.”

  Peter watched the other alpha with narrowed eyes, the young man staring back like Peter was a wild tiger that had suddenly been let loose inside the room.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Peter said, baring his teeth in a smile. He didn’t want to be rude to Chad’s friend, but right now he was in no mood to share the young alpha.

  “Maybe you could help me?” Chad asked, holding up the ends of his raggedy tie. “I usually just keep the knot tied and ready, but I accidentally undid it.”

  Peter was about to tell Chad that he didn’t need a tie, but then it occurred to him that tying the silk and polyester blend around Chad’s throat, firmly tightening the knot under his Adam’s apple, might be worth having to look at the ugly thing all through dinner.

  His balls tightened at the thought of what other things he might put around Chad’s neck—like a collar.

  “Sure.” Peter grinned and took a step forward, crowding into Chad’s personal space. He lifted his hands to Chad’s throat, pressing the flat of his fingers to Chad’s neck as he picked up the ends of his tie. Chad breathed in sharply at the touch, craning his neck to look up at Peter’s face. He looked open and vulnerable, and Peter could think of so many things he wanted to do to him to replicate that look.

  Fastening the knot tight, holding it in place and pulling the end of the tie down until it verged on discomfort, Peter looked at Topher.

  The young alpha clearly got the message. Chad belonged to him.

  Letting his palm slide down Chad’s chest, Peter clapped his pec before stepping back. Chad’s breathing was labored, and he looked like he’d completely forgotten about Topher standing behind him.

  Blinking, licking his lips and swallowing noisily, Chad looked down. Peter saw the exact moment he noticed Peter’s clingy shirt and shiny leather pants. His pupils dilated, and his mouth opened so that his jaw hung slack.

  Peter was more than pleased with the reaction.

  “I’m sure your friend has somewhere he needs to be,” Peter said, not looking away from Chad. He turned to Topher with a stern expression. “It was nice to meet you, Topher.”

  Topher took the hint and rushed past him and Chad, sticking to the edge of the doorway as far away from Peter as possible, and practically ran down the hall. Chad was jerked out of his lusty haze by all the noise, and looked after his retreating friend like he was confused by his sudden departure.

  “Bye, Topher…” he said, his voice sounding a little hoarse. Topher pushed into the stairwell with a wave goodbye, crashing down the stairs like a herd of elephants.

  They were finally alone. Without saying a word, Peter grabbed Chad by the shoulder and manhandled him into the apartment. He kicked the door shut with his boot and spun the dazed young alpha around, slamming him into the door. Chad let out a grunt of air at the impact, staring at Peter with wide eyes. Peter grinned, knowing that this particular smile made him look practically evil, and advanced.

  Chad held up his hands almost like he expected Peter to attack, or like he wanted to reach out and touch him. Either way, Peter grabbed the proffered wrists and pinned Chad’s hands over his head as he leaned down to capture his mouth in a kiss.

  Peter felt savage. Wild. He thrust his tongue into Chad’s mouth like he was laying claim to it, licking around his teeth and biting down on his lower lip hard enough to make Chad whimper.

  Peter wanted to own him. The urge to shove Chad’s head to the side and fasten his teeth to his throat was overwhelming. Peter needed to control himself. Releasing Chad’s mouth, keeping his hands pinned over his head, he stepped back and wrestled his instincts under control.

  Chad watched him, confused and undeniably horny, biting his lip in a way that did nothing to help Peter’s effort.

  “You look nice,” Peter said, releasing Chad’s hands. He had never felt his control slipping like this, but he was pretty sure he had his instincts under wraps. “Are you ready to go?”

  Peter reached out and fixed Chad’s shirt, squeezing his shoulder before stepping back and turning around to look for the jacket that went with Chad’s suit.

  Chad looked confused by the sudden change in tempo.

  “Are we…?”

  “Yes?” Peter asked, finding Chad’s suit jacket hanging on the bathroom door. He carried it over to the younger alpha.

  “I liked it when you kissed me,” Chad said. It looked like he was getting his own instincts under control, and as he straightened up he shot Peter an accusatory look that would have landed any other alpha on the floor with Peter’s boot on their throat. “Why did you stop?”

  Peter couldn’t help but smile at the indignation in Chad’s voice. There was nothing about Chad’s present attitude that was submissive, but Peter found he didn’t care.

  “Because we need to get going,” Peter said. He handed Chad his jacket. “And because I like making you wait.”

  Chad’s pupils dilated and his breath hitched. Peter reached out and cradled his neck, thumb resting under the corner of his jaw.

  “Like that, do you?” Peter’s voice was smug. Chad nodded, a blush spreading over his face.

  “Good,” Peter nudged Chad away from the door and stepped into the hall, waiting for the younger man to follow. “Are you coming?”

  Chad nodded hastily and scrambled out of the apartment, pulling on his jacket and falling into line next to Peter as he walked down the hall. Putting his hand on Chad’s lower back and sliding it up until he was gripping his shoulder, Peter steered him down the stairs and into his car.

  He couldn’t be happier with how the night had started.

  ***

  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.

  ***

  Peter stared at Chad’s neck all through dinner, the unmarred skin where his bite should be calling to him like a siren.

  There was no way Chad didn’t notice.

  Peter couldn’t believe that Chad had said he wanted Peter to claim him. The invitation felt like a compulsion. Except… Chad hadn’t actually invited Peter to bite him. He’d just said that in the moment he had wanted it.

  They were seated across from each other at the table in the dining room. Peter had his right leg stretched out under the table, his right boot resting against the side of Chad’s shoe.

  “Have you lived here long?” Chad asked.

  “A few months,” Peter answered. “Now that I’m living in the city full time my parents thought I needed something bigger. I think they bought me this place because they were hoping I’d get married and settled down.”

  Chad blinked, taking a bite of his roast lamb and chewing slowly.

  “How about you?” Peter asked. “Why are you living in such a… small apartment?”

  Peter almost said dump, but he figured that would be mean. Chad shrugged, not at all offended.

  “I just have a short-term lease. I didn’t want to commit to anything more permanent before I could see it in person.”

  That explained it. If Chad’s shitty apartment was temporary, that was fine. Peter took a sip of his wine, staring at Chad over the rim of his glass.

  He wanted him to move in.

  The thought surprised him. Peter had never lived with anyone—and he hadn’t wanted to. He liked having his own space. And it was far, far too soon to be thinking about claiming Chad and taking him home for good. They hardly knew each other.

  Chad took another bite of his food, turning his face to look out at the view of the city. He didn’t speak, and Peter found the silence relaxing. He watched Chad watching the view, wondering what it was about Chad that had him so hooked.

  Was it his pheromones? His personality? Or had Peter just randomly imprinted on him because of some quirk in the way he looked?

  He didn’t know.

  “I can feel you staring at me,” Chad said, not looking away from the floor-to-ceiling window. Peter lifted his foot up and rubbed it against Chad’s ankle, not saying anything.

  Chad shuddered, turning to Peter with dark eyes.

  “Stand up and take off your clothes,” Peter said, leaning back in his chair as he let his foot fall away from Chad’s ankle.

  Chad licked his lips, not acting particularly surprised at the order. He pushed his chair back and stepped away from the table, fingers clumsy and shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders. Moving his hands down to his fly, Chad didn’t hesitate as he stepped out of his shoes and stripped off his pants and underwear.

  His cock bounced as it sprang free, heavy and hard, a bead of pre-cum pooling on the tip of his cockhead.

  “Good boy,” Peter said, letting his voice dip into its lower register. Chad shuddered, like the words had brushed up against his skin.

  “Turn around and put your hands on the window.”

  Chad obeyed, and Peter stayed where he was, one hand kneading his bulge as he watched Chad wait for his next instruction.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered. He lifted his glass off the table and took a sip, watching as Chad pushed his feet apart with a restrained moan.

  “Good boy. Now wait for me.”

  Peter held his glass of wine off the table, taking his time as he drank it empty and enjoyed the power he had over the younger alpha. Chad’s body was tense, his hard cock pressed against the glass between his thighs, pre-cum leaking from his slit and leaving a trail on the window toward the floor.

  After leaving Chad standing there naked for about ten minutes, Peter finally moved. He walked around the table and moved to stand behind his obedient guest, coming close enough that Chad could feel the warmth of his body against his back and hear his breaths without actually touching him.

  Chad’s forehead was pressed against the glass, sweat beading at his temples, and he was trembling like a racehorse.

  “You’re being so good for me,” Peter said, putting his hands on Chad’s shoulders. Chad gasped, arching into the touch and clenching his eyes shut. Peter shoved him back against the glass, pressing his front against Chad’s body so that he had him pinned.

  “Do you feel that?” Peter asked, pressing his leather-clad crotch into Chad’s lower back. He was painfully hard, and grinding into Chad felt like heaven. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How good your obedience makes me feel?”

  Chad took a sharp breath and nodded.

  “I want to hear you say it,” Peter demanded, moving his hand up to grip Chad’s throat. He lowered his face into the crook of Chad’s neck, breathing in the clean scent of him.

  He’d never smelled anything so perfect.

  “I feel it!” Chad said, the words rushed and fervent.

  “You’re greedy for me, aren’t you?” Peter ground his crotch into Chad’s lower back, his cock throbbing in its leather prison. “Greedy for my knot in your hungry hole.”

  Chad moaned and tried to stand up on his toes, pressing his ass up against Peter’s bulge. Peter shoved him back down on his heels.

  “Don’t come,” he ordered, placing his palm flat on Chad’s abs and sliding his hand down to envelop the needy alpha’s cock. Chad gasped, his cock throbbing in Peter’s hand, and Peter grinned into his neck.

  He started jerking Chad off. Chad keened, his balls pulling up tight as Peter brought him to the edge.

  “Peter… I can’t!” Chad cried, his body shaking. Peter took mercy and let go, his own cock demanding attention. He stepped back, leaving Chad leaning against the glass on unsteady legs.

  Peter wondered if anyone from the neighboring buildings were watching them. Sometimes it turned him on to think of others witnessing his conquests, but not tonight.

  “On your hands and knees and follow me,” Peter said, turning around and walking toward the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking over his shoulder to see Chad stumbling after him like a puppy that hadn’t quite figured out how to use his legs.

  “You like the view?” he asked when he saw that Chad’s gaze was fixed on his ass. Chad blushed, nodding hastily and looking down. Peter felt a flush of pleasure and he resumed walking.

  Peter led Chad to the living room. He sank down onto the couch and spread his thighs, his cock making a thick line down toward his thighs. Groping himself, making eye contact with Chad who had come to a stop just a foot away, Peter unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He folded the length of leather and slapped it down on his palm, watching Chad’s reaction.

  It was good. Chad shuddered, a tiny whimper escaping his throat, and he looked at the length of leather in Peter’s hands with unhidden desire.

  “Come here,” Peter ordered. Chad crawled between his legs, stopping with his face just inches away from Peter’s bulge. Licking his lips, Peter grabbed Chad by the hair and mashed his face down into his cock. He gently tapped his belt down on the back of Chad’s shoulder, grinding his face into his bulge.

  “Show me how much you want my cock,” Peter said, taking off his shirt and throwing
it behind the couch before settling down with his hands behind his neck. Chad stared up at him, eyes glazed over and hungry, and Peter smirked.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  Chad jumped into action. He leaned down and started slobbering over Chad’s crotch, his movements messy, rushed, and greedy. Peter loved it.

  “Such a needy little slut,” Peter said, reaching down and unbuttoning the top button of his fly. He brushed his fingers over Chad’s scalp as the younger alpha buried his nose down between his legs, pushing into his leather-clad taint.

  Squeezing his legs together, trapping Chad between his muscular thighs, Peter undid the rest of his fly and pulled out his cock. It was hard as a rock and almost angry-looking, and as Peter wrapped his fist around it a spurt of pre-cum dribbled down on Chad’s hair.