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“Yes,” he gasps. “God, yes.”
I nip at his jaw, just hard enough to make him jolt.
“Then lie back, Theo. And let your alpha show you just how good surrender can feel.”
Theo exhales shakily and leans back, his spine hitting the mattress in a slow descent. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, pupils wide, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. There's something raw in his expression - want, yes, but trust too.
A kind of quiet surrender that hits somewhere low in my gut.
He spreads his legs. Not wide, not brazen; but just enough for me to settle between them on my knees.
My cock twitches, aching, glistening with our slick. I palm myself to ground the instinct clawing up through my spine, revelling in how good it feels, all sticky and wet.
"You still with me?" I ask, voice lower now, rough with the edge of it.
He nods. Barely. But it’s there.
I grin and slide my thumb along his jaw. "Good boy."
A soft whimper escapes him, and it makes my cock twitch again.Fuck- I thought getting off would take the edge off, but this?
This is something else.
“You sure?” I murmur, hand fisting at the base. “Because if I take this step, Theo, I’m not fucking stopping halfway.”
Theo’s voice is hoarse. “Do I look like I want halfway?”
I laugh. “No. You look like you want it filthy.”
He swallows.
“I want ityours.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of his chest. He’s warm under me - muscle and tension and vulnerability - and I kiss him.
Hard.
Not sweet, not soft; just tongue and heat and teeth dragging over his bottom lip until he growls into my mouth and arches beneath me.
When I break the kiss, he’s gasping. I reach my hand over his stomach and scoop up what I can of our fluids, coating my fingers in it, soaking them through.
“Turn over,” I whisper. “Hands on the headboard.”
He hesitates - just a beat - but he does it, kicking off his pants from the base of his calves as he does. I help him, guiding him until he’s on all fours, ass high, chest low.
He grips the headboard like I told him to, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Broad back. Strong arms. Tension rippling through every inch of him like he’s waiting to be claimed.
I take my time. I want this part to last.
"Beautiful," I murmur, trailing my hands down the curve of his back. "You know that, right? That you look fucking wrecked and perfect for me like this."
He whines, shifting slightly, and I smirk.
Then I’m between his legs again, one hand spreading him open. His hole’s tight and untouched, and I groan low in my chest as I press my slick my fingers against it.
"I’m gonna make this good for you," I promise him. "Gonna open you up so slow, you’ll be aching for more before I even give you a taste."
