Alpha in Heat

by Anna Wineheart

  Just as suddenly as he began, Dom pulled his fingers out, patting Jesse’s ass. “Strip for me. You know where my bed is. I want you on your knees, and I want you spread. Ready to take my cock.”

  “I’m not your omega.” Jesse’s face burned.

  “No, you aren’t.” Dom kissed his nape. “The way I want to fuck you, I can’t do with an omega. Your hole will only know me after this, Sinclair.”

  Jesse’s balls tightened, desperate to obey. He stepped into Dom’s bedroom. Dom flicked the lights on and crossed over to the window, pulling the blackout curtains shut. Jesse ripped off his shirt. Then he glimpsed the gun on his waistband, and he remembered the whole reason why they were doing this. Larson was free.

  A cold chill slithered up his spine.

  Dom stepped up, pulling Jesse’s gun from its holster. Instead of setting it aside, he tucked it halfway under the pillows.

  It said so much about Dom as a person, Dom putting the gun right where Jesse would be. So Jesse wouldn’t have to search for it in the event that they were attacked.

  Dom understood. He never once mocked Jesse at all.

  Jesse felt that overwhelming urge to bow for him again. To acknowledge Dom as his alpha.

  “You need to bite me,” Jesse said. It wasn’t only about spiting Larson anymore.

  Dom smiled, locking the door. He stripped as he headed over, muscles rippling, his cock pointing hungrily at Jesse.

  Jesse shrugged off the last of his clothes. When he climbed onto the bed, he left his legs wide open, bracing himself on all fours. Whatever Dom wanted, it was all his.

  Dom growled, pumping his cock as he followed Jesse onto the mattress. “Beautiful view, Sinclair.”

  Jesse watched over his shoulder as Dom leaned in, pressing slow kisses down his spine. That soft, damp touch trailed to the small of his back, then down his asscheek. Dom grasped Jesse’s ass, spread his cheeks apart, and leaned in, dropping a lingering kiss on Jesse’s hole—it was a light touch, all warm breath and soft skin. Jesse gasped. No one had kissed him there before.

  “I’m going to be rough today,” Dom murmured, the words vibrating into Jesse’s entrance. “Rougher than the last two times.”

  He dragged something soft and wet over Jesse’s hole. Then he did it again. It was his tongue, Jesse realized. Dom was licking his hole. He couldn’t help squeezing; Dom rumbled, flicking the point of his tongue against Jesse’s entrance.

  “Relax for me.”

  Jesse relaxed. And Dom pushed into him, opening him. Tasting him. Jesse’s breath punched out of his lungs. “What—Dom, fuck. You can’t do that.”

  Dom growled, sounding pleased. “Such a virgin, Sinclair.”

  “I’m not!”

  And he pushed his tongue deeper with the next kiss, licking inside, pulling out, pushing back in, so lewd and intimate that Jesse’s words left him. Small, soft sounds fell from his lips.

  Dom leaned back a little, his musk stronger than ever. And he pushed his fingers back into Jesse’s hole, swirling them around. Except he pulled them out, and replaced them with his tongue. Over and over, Dom did that, invading Jesse, stretching him open, until Jesse writhed and spread his legs wider, trying not to whimper. Precome had soaked the sheets beneath him. “Dom, please.”

  “Fuck.” Dom groaned. “Hands on the wall. Spread for me.”

  Jesse scrambled to obey. He thrust his ass up, his thighs spread so wide, he knew Dom could see his hole clearly. It was right there, all for Dom’s taking.

  Dom swore. He grabbed the lube from his nightstand, snapping its lid open. Then came the slick sound of him pumping himself, and the mattress indented behind Jesse. “Last chance, Sinclair.”

  “Fuck off, Dom. I really hate you.”

  Dom laughed. Then he slammed Jesse up against the wall and shoved his cock into Jesse’s crack, a thick length that forced his cheeks apart. Dom ground roughly against his hole.

  “I mean what I said,” Dom whispered, his tongue a soft touch on Jesse’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you so raw, you’ll feel it into next week.”

  “Prove it.”

  Dom grabbed Jesse’s hips and yanked their bodies together. The next thing Jesse knew, Dom’s tip shoved blunt and forceful against his hole, smearing lube and precome over it. He would be utterly merciless, and Jesse loved it.

  “What if I said no now?” Jesse gasped, his entire body singing.

  “Too late,” Dom murmured.

  He snapped his hips, the pressure against Jesse’s hole spiking, stretching Jesse open, forcing Jesse to yield around him. Jesse swore; Dom’s cock plowed halfway inside, a thick, hungry presence that stole all of Jesse’s attention.

  He knew Dom was big. But he couldn’t help thinking it every single time, when Dom opened his hole and thrust ruthlessly in, forcing Jesse to stretch, to take him. None of Dom’s licking and fingering had prepared him for this.

  Jesse throbbed so hard, he had to reach down to pump himself.

  “So fucking tight for me, Sinclair,” Dom snarled, gripping Jesse’s hips so hard, he’d leave bruises. Just as he had the last two times.

  “You’re slipping, old man,” Jesse retorted. “That all you can do?”

  Dom laughed—more of a rasp. Over his shoulder, Jesse saw the gleam of his eyes. And Dom hauled him close, ramming his cock all the way in. Pleasure burned down Jesse’s veins; he panted and swore, his hole opening, his entire body focused on Dom’s presence in him, Dom’s sinful cock massaging him inside.

  Dom began a hard rhythm, deep and forceful at first, then faster, burning pleasure into Jesse’s body with every stroke. He shoved Jesse forward on the bed, yanked him back and plowed into him, forcing him open, his cock never once leaving Jesse’s body as it made Jesse yield, pleasuring him, over and over until Jesse panted and gasped, and his legs shook with pleasure.

  “Not—good—enough,” Jesse panted.

  Dom snarled and threw Jesse face-down onto the bed, flat against the mattress. For the first time, his cock left Jesse, leaving an emptiness inside that felt like starvation.

  Before Jesse could beg, Dom mounted him and pinned him down, his cock sliding wet and heavy between Jesse’s cheeks. Then it pushed between them, found Jesse’s hole, and when Dom fucked in this time, he had to have more leverage—each stroke was vicious and more violent than before.

  He rode Jesse like an animal, thrusting savagely, hard and fast, each stroke sending so much pleasure down Jesse’s veins that Jesse couldn’t breathe, he could only take Dom’s frenzied thrusts, his hole opening for Dom again and again, until their bodies knew only each other, and Jesse’s cock ached, trapped against the mattress.

  “Fucking bite me,” Jesse snarled. While he could still remember it.

  Dom leaned in, his sweaty chest flush against Jesse’s back, his teeth pressed sharp against Jesse’s skin. Then he bit in so hard that pain and pleasure jolted down Jesse’s spine, and Jesse’s entire body clenched, his cock pulsing.

  Had Dom bitten his scent gland? No bite had ever felt this good. Every nerve tingled with the aftershocks of that bite, and his ass grew hotter, needier.

  Dom groaned. Jesse reached down to pump himself. Dom snatched Jesse’s hands off, anchoring them against his back. And Dom rammed his cock all the way in, burning a bright-hot trail of bliss through Jesse’s body. Jesse’s eyes rolled back in his head.

  “Donut?” Dom panted.

  “Fuck you,” Jesse spat.

  Dom held Jesse down, his next strokes so punishingly hard that Jesse almost pleaded for mercy. It felt like he was being owned inside, being taught how to accept Dom’s cock, and Dom’s cock alone. No one else would claim him this well, no one else would make his cock thrum so desperately, it was on the verge of blowing.

  Over and over, Dom drove pleasure into him, so viciously that Jesse struggled to breathe, his climax approaching, his chest rubbed raw against the sheets. Three more strokes, and he’d get there.

  Except Dom pulled out.

 
; Completely.

  He sat back on the bed, leaving Jesse’s hole raw and plundered, Jesse heartbeats from an earth-shattering release.

  “What the fuck,” Jesse snarled, rearing off the bed. How dare Dom taunt him like that? When he knew how much Jesse needed to come?

  Dom only smiled. “Come get it if you want it.”

  24

  Strength is

  Son of a... Jesse pummeled him into the mattress, punching Dom in the chest. “Fuck you,” he hissed, straddling Dom, shoving their cocks together. But he’d missed his chance to climax. The friction only gave him a thrum of pleasure, not that crescendo he was expecting.

  He wanted to do the same to Dom. He wanted Dom to regret being a tease.

  Maybe he’d threaten to fuck Dom instead.

  Jesse gripped Dom’s arms and bore down on him, knocking his legs apart. But Dom didn’t even look surprised. Damn, he was infuriating. So Jesse leaned in and bit hard on Dom’s lower lip, breaking it again. Leaving his mark on Dom.

  Dom groaned and shoved his tongue into Jesse’s mouth, reaching down to tug on Jesse’s cock. Bliss jolted up his spine; it wasn’t enough. And Jesse was so close.

  On a whim, he decided to chance it. He caught Dom’s knee and shoved it to the side. Then he caught Dom’s other knee and opened him, and he glimpsed Dom’s entrance—a small pink pucker that made his throat go dry.

  Dom met his eyes—he wasn’t afraid, just expectant.

  Yeah, Jesse wanted to fuck him. Really badly.

  Dom reached for a tube on the nightstand, tossing it at Jesse. Lube.

  Jesse stared. Gods, Dom was letting him do this. Had Dom been... planning for it?

  He snapped open the tube and squirted way too much onto his hand. Slicked up his own cock. Then he touched his fingertip to Dom’s hole—it was small, tight. Could it fit Jesse? Dom had been slow with him the first time.

  Jesse almost wanted to ask, You’re really okay with this? But Dom wasn’t even shoving him away. So he pushed his finger against Dom’s entrance, until it yielded to him and took him inside, stretching around him.

  Dom was tight, blazing-hot. So good that Jesse could already imagine how Dom would feel around his cock. He groaned, pumping himself. He tried to make himself wait—he pushed another finger in, watching as Dom stretched further, dark and pink. Jesse scissored his fingers. Dom opened, and it was shadowy inside his body, enticing. Jesse dripped, his balls writhing in anticipation. “Fuck.”

  Dom only smiled. He didn’t even look surprised by Jesse’s touch. Had he let someone else inside him before? Jesse decided that he didn’t want to know. Dom was his. His alone.

  He wanted Dom to remember this moment they shared together.

  “Add more lube,” Dom rumbled, his eyes dark. “I’m not like you, Sinclair.”

  So Jesse squeezed more onto Dom’s hole, trying to push it in. He must’ve hit a spot inside—Dom sucked in a sharp breath. He had a sensitive spot there, just like Jesse did.

  Delighted, Jesse curled his fingers, trying to find it again. It took him a while. Dom stiffened suddenly, squeezing around Jesse’s fingers. And his gaze scorched all over Jesse’s skin.

  So Jesse aimed for that same spot. Dom gritted his teeth. Jesse circled it, pressing down harder, then harder again, until Dom cursed and his chest heaved, and his eyelids fluttered shut, his mouth falling open.

  A triumphant roaring began in Jesse’s chest. He’d found a way to take Dom apart. The more he stroked Dom there, the harder Dom breathed. And Dom’s hole had relaxed completely, stretching when he pushed a third finger in. Jesse added a fourth finger. What would Dom look like, wrapped around Jesse’s cock?

  His breath hitching, Jesse squirted more lube onto himself, just in case. Then he shuffled forward until they were hip-to-hip, his slippery tip pressed against Dom’s entrance.

  “Do you have a safeword?” Jesse asked.

  Dom’s mouth twitched. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Sinclair.”

  How could Dom possibly be ready for that? Jesse resolved to watch him closely, just in case. Because that was what Dom had been doing with him all this time, wasn’t it? Dom had been able to tell, somehow, that Jesse had been fine with everything they did.

  Slowly, Jesse eased his tip into Dom. Dom was hot inside, tight. Pleasure throbbed into Jesse; he couldn’t help groaning, snapping his hips forward. He sank into Dom, stretching him. Dom’s chest heaved, his eyelids fluttering shut.

  Jesse was inside his alpha. And they looked perfect together, Dom’s own cock flushed and thick, his balls pulled tight, his legs open around Jesse, rendering him completely vulnerable.

  “Does it hurt?” Jesse asked.

  Dom cracked a smile. “Hell, no.”

  That drew a groan from Jesse’s throat. “So I can fuck you harder?”

  “It’ll take more than that to break me, Sinclair.”

  And now there was a challenge in Dom’s gaze that Jesse couldn’t ignore.

  Jesse slid almost completely out. Then he snapped his hips, fucking halfway into his alpha. Dom grunted, but it wasn’t the best Jesse could do. So he tried again, adjusting his angle. Dom grunted and squeezed, an intimate pressure. Jesse bit down his groan. Slowly, he found a rhythm. In and out, pounding into Dom as he tested Dom’s limits. Then, harder. Pleasure jolted down his nerves; Dom’s spine arched, his breath punching out of him.

  Had Jesse hit that sensitive spot? Jesse tried again, watching Dom’s face, bracing his weight with his arms so he could snap his hips harder. But he hadn’t driven Dom wild. He wanted the sort of power Dom had over him, when Dom was fucking him senseless.

  Jesse gritted his teeth, plowing savagely into his alpha. Again. And again, until Dom began to pant, his mouth falling open, his chest heaving, his body sucking hungrily around Jesse’s cock like it was begging for his come.

  Was this what Jesse looked like when Dom fucked him? It was, wasn’t it? Which was why Dom loved fucking him.

  The need in his chest swelled ever hotter. Jesse leaned forward, searching out Dom’s gaze. Then he thrust in, and pleasure flashed through Dom’s eyes, his breath rushing out of him. Jesse did it again. And again, until there was a wildness on Dom’s face, until Dom needed, and he was panting hard, his body completely open to Jesse’s touch.

  Jesse worked on his rhythm, slamming into Dom so deep that his balls tapped against Dom’s ass. He pushed in until he could go no further, until Dom could feel the exact length and thickness of his cock. Dom clenched his fists, his gaze turning savage. “Is that all you can do, Sinclair?”

  Oh, fuck him. Jesse snarled, ramming his cock into Dom, every single inch. Dom roared, his legs starting to tremble, his balls pulling tight. And Jesse did it to him again. Until Dom’s entire chest flushed red, and he was wheezing, reaching down to pump himself.

  This was Dom with his defenses down. This was Dom reduced to a bundle of pleasure, all because of Jesse.

  This—It was power over Dom. And Dom had allowed Jesse to have it.

  Jesse felt like he could do anything, with power like this.

  He flattened his hands against Dom’s chest, feeling the thump of Dom’s heart, the heat rolling off his body. He felt the way Dom tensed whenever he hit that sensitive spot, the way Dom gasped when Jesse’s cock fit perfectly inside him.

  And now they were both close, Dom leaking onto his abdomen, Jesse growing thick, his balls pulling tight.

  “I’m gonna come inside you,” Jesse rasped.

  Dom smiled, sharp and hungry. “You fuck like a virgin, Sinclair.”

  Jesse snarled, forcing his cock deeper, harder, so savage that he worried for a moment he might destroy Dom’s hole.

  Then he decided that Dom could handle it. He anchored himself to his alpha, plunging in so hard that electricity sluiced through his veins and pleasure slammed through him like an earthquake, ripping his come out of him.

  Dom followed him over the edge, clenching tight, tipping his head back in a low snarl as he shot a
ll over his chest, his cock jerking, his entire body tensing.

  In the moments after, Jesse drifted, panting. His thoughts swirled like clouds around him, shapeless and intangible, dispersing when he tried to reach for them. He focused on Dom instead, Dom panting beneath him, his body hot around Jesse.

  Dom didn’t say if he wanted Jesse’s knot, but he didn’t say no, either. So Jesse let it stay, just filling his lungs with blackwood. Something occurred to him, though.

  “You said you might not stop if I said ‘donut’,” Jesse mumbled, lifting his head to meet Dom’s gaze. “Was that true?”

  He didn’t know if he wanted it to be. It had sounded hot as fuck coming off Dom’s lips. Didn’t make it right, though.

  Dom studied him for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching. “Do you want the hot answer, or the truth?”

  “The truth.”

  Dom slid his hand up Jesse’s back, smearing sweat along the way. “I would’ve stopped. Not going back on my word, Sinclair. A safeword is a promise.”

  Jesse wasn’t sure how Dom could keep surprising him with his niceness, but it still kept happening anyway. “What if I didn’t want to say it?”

  Dom’s gaze pierced too deep into him. “I like to think I can read you well enough to know before you need to say it.”

  Jesse’s heart fluttered. “You don’t even know me.”

  “Maybe not all of you.” Dom didn’t once look away. “But you keep coming back for more, Sinclair. And you don’t know me, either.”

  He was painfully right. Here they were, bared before each other, and Jesse knew more about Dom’s body than the things he liked, or the things he’d done. Hell, he didn’t even know how Dom had lost his omega.

  To learn more about Dom meant a sort of emotional commitment he wasn’t sure he was ready for. “You had problems with me. Right from the start. I can’t stop freaking out, Dom. I’m never gonna be right in the head.”

  A shadow flickered through Dom’s face. So Dom still had problems with that. Jesse’s heart sank.