Alpha in Heat

by Anna Wineheart

  Jesse shook his head. “I’m sure.”

  Nate gave him a last look, before he left with York, Brad, and Alec. Only then did Dom empty the shot glass he’d been sipping from all night. And his stare burned all the way down to Jesse’s balls.

  “You know, Gareth,” Harris said. “I think we should sit elsewhere. This is getting uncomfortable.”

  “Yeah, you could cut butter with that tension,” Gareth said. “You don’t happen to need a carrot, do you, Dom? ‘Cuz I have an emergency one in my car.”

  “Maybe another time,” Dom rumbled, signaling for the waiter. “Six shots of whiskey, please. That’ll be all.”

  Jesse was about to protest that he hadn’t had a chance to order, when Dom met his eyes. And the realization struck him that Dom had ordered for both of them.

  Because they would do the shots, and then they would—

  Holy fuck. Jesse swallowed, his throat so dry that he needed a drink. Maybe straight off Dom’s chest.

  “Yeah, no, we’re really going,” Gareth said. “Harris, are you covering the bill, or—”

  “I’m doing it,” Dom growled.

  Jesse’s entire body sang, and Dom hadn’t even touched him yet.

  14

  Things Get Real

  Gareth and Harris disappeared elsewhere into the bar. Dom stayed in his seat. Jesse half-wanted to stand, but he couldn’t move. Then he decided that he wanted to be closer to Dom. To stare him down. Yeah, that was a good reason.

  He heaved himself to his feet. Dom’s gaze raked down his body, hot and intent, dragging more heat between Jesse’s legs. Dom seemed to know how he affected Jesse—he focused on the growing bulge in Jesse’s pants, and Jesse had to gasp to refill his lungs. He wanted to unzip his fly. To show Dom his cock—because Dom had raked his gaze all over it, that time in the shower.

  He shuffled two seats down, planting his ass right across the table from Dom. Then he sat back, splaying his thighs open. So Dom could look wherever he wanted.

  Dom’s attention coasted down Jesse’s body, slowly, so sharp that it felt as though he could see through Jesse’s clothes, to his skin. Except he glanced back up, focusing on Jesse’s arms.

  Dom’s jaw tightened; his eyes narrowed. This close, he could probably see the incisions. And the stitches. He clenched his fists like he wanted to grab Jesse; Jesse wanted to lunge at him, and show Dom those bead-free arms up close. He’d rub them all over Dom’s face, maybe. Shove his knee between Dom’s thighs.

  But the waiter appeared, cracking the tension. He set six shots of whiskey between them.

  “The bill, please,” Dom said.

  Yeah, they weren’t staying long. Jesse grew so hard, it almost made him dizzy. He took the first shot, downing it in one go. The whiskey burned down his throat.

  “Reckless again,” Dom growled, his voice so low that it thrummed through Jesse’s veins.

  “Yeah? We gonna rut in the back?” Maybe Jesse should’ve put it more delicately. But Dom’s bulge was growing, too, and there was no question what they were doing tonight.

  Dom took a shot, throwing it back. Then his eyes narrowed. “I told you not to hurt yourself.”

  “My body,” Jesse snapped. “You want a say over it, then you better fucking claim it before you speak.”

  Dom’s gaze burned coal-black. He leaned forward, his nostrils flaring. He was smelling Jesse, filling his lungs with Jesse’s scent.

  Jesse had the thought that maybe... Dom would really try to claim him tonight. That maybe this wouldn’t just lead to some back alley humping. He shifted forward so his legs were within Dom’s reach.

  Dom grabbed Jesse’s knees and shoved them open. Desire flooded between his thighs.

  “Think carefully about what you’re offering,” Dom whispered, his gaze pulling Jesse’s balls tight. “You won’t have a cherry left to pop by the end of tonight.”

  The thing inside Jesse snarled to life. It clawed through his veins, so desperate that Jesse’s hands shook. “I’ve thought about it. Long and hard.” He threw back his second shot, then his third, his throat burning with the liquor. “But who says it’s gonna be my cherry being popped?”

  He glared—a threat. Dom only smiled, dark and hungry.

  The waiter arrived with the bill. Like before, Dom didn’t even glance at it. He shoved his credit card at the man. With his gaze locked onto Jesse, he swallowed his second shot of whiskey, his throat working—vulnerable flesh that Jesse wanted to sink his teeth into. He wanted to feel the give of Dom’s neck, he wanted to taste the sweat on Dom’s skin.

  He wanted Dom beneath him.

  The waiter returned. When Dom signed the receipt this time, his pen dug into the paper, etching a hard groove into it. Then he dropped the pen and tossed back his third shot.

  “We’re done here,” Dom rasped, standing. The fabric of his pants stretched—he was completely hard, and so much bigger up close.

  Jesse was so parched, there was no drink in the world that could slake his thirst.

  He followed Dom out the back. The second they cleared the building, Jesse grabbed Dom’s arm, slamming him against the wall.

  Dom hissed, his gaze sharpening, fixing onto Jesse. And now Jesse had his full attention. Jesse brought their faces so close that Dom’s breath puffed onto his lips.

  “Fuck you,” Jesse hissed.

  Except Dom grabbed Jesse’s cock through his pants, roughly, squeezing. A jolt of bliss shot straight up Jesse’s spine.

  “Don’t deny it,” Dom murmured, his eyes glinting. “You’re the one who wants to be fucked.”

  He grabbed Jesse’s belt and yanked hard. So hard that every single one of Jesse’s nerves lit up, obeying him.

  Dom knew exactly what he’d done, too, when he locked their gazes together, his breath slipping between Jesse’s parted lips—the most intimate they’d been all night. “Nothing to say to that?”

  “I hate you,” Jesse spat.

  Dom’s smile only grew. “That makes two of us.” He plunged his other hand down Jesse’s pants, a large presence that crowded out the rest of the space in there. This brought his palm flush against Jesse’s cock, the thin cotton of his underwear separating them.

  Jesse grew so hard, he hurt. And Dom could feel every inch of his hunger, he could feel Jesse’s stretched-thin restraint. Except Dom only laughed, low and so smug that Jesse wanted to punch him.

  “What would the rest say,” Dom whispered, his fingers tightening around Jesse’s cock, “when they discover that this—” he squeezed again, and Jesse’s hips bucked up involuntarily “—is what you feel for me?”

  Jesse leaked; he hated that Dom could affect him this easily. He hated that Dom was touching him right there, he hated that he needed more.

  “Like you aren’t one second from blowing your load,” he retorted. In a bid to regain the upper hand, Jesse grabbed Dom through his pants. Dom was thick against his palm, so big that, for a moment, Jesse wondered how the hell he would even fit that inside him.

  Then he imagined it stretching open his hole, and his body burned, his instincts baying for him to submit. Jesse ignored them all.

  “I can hold my load fine,” Dom growled just a hairsbreadth from his lips. “But maybe you can’t?”

  And he pushed his tongue into Jesse’s mouth, a quick, damp thrust that was the most sinful sort of invasion.

  Jesse shoved Dom out with his own tongue, lunging forward to crash their mouths together. Dom’s lips were warm and soft, surrounded by a hint of stubble. Each slide sent a thrum of hunger down Jesse’s limbs; he bit hard on Dom, victory swelling in his chest when the metallic tang of blood burst across his tongue.

  Dom snarled. Jesse pushed his own tongue past Dom’s lips—he was inside Dom, and Dom tasted like whiskey, his tongue flicking against Jesse’s in an intimate touch. So Jesse rutted against Dom’s hand, pushing deeper inside.

  To prove that he was in control.

  The next second, his shoulders slammed against the wa
ll, Dom pinning him down, his chest flush against Jesse’s. “Not so easy, Sinclair,” Dom rasped against his lips.

  And he pushed his fingers into Jesse’s underwear, his calluses catching on Jesse’s bare cock. Then he stroked Jesse, a deliberate slide of skin on skin. Pleasure rushed through Jesse’s body.

  Dom was touching him there, after three fucking years. Jesse hated that he didn’t want this to end. “Fuck you,” he hissed.

  “That’s all you can say?” Dom’s breath raked over his skin. “Before I bend you over and open that hole?”

  Jesse choked on his breath. His hole squeezed tight, and his insides grew molten.

  He’d tried it a couple times by himself, in the shower. He’d imagined what it’d be like when Dom pressed him up against a wall and pushed multiple fingers inside. He’d closed his eyes and gone rough on himself.

  But that was nothing compared to the way Dom looked at him now, his eyes dark, his chest heaving with the primal hunger burning on his face. Nothing Jesse did would’ve prepared him for this.

  And even though it was insane, Jesse wanted to push him harder. He wanted to see what Dom was capable of, when Jesse ripped away his control.

  “You think you’re so great, shoving me around,” Jesse whispered against Dom’s lips. It was such a thrill, knowing that Dom wouldn’t run this time. Knowing that Dom was listening to every word he said. “You think I’ll listen to your orders just because you’re the boss.”

  Anger flashed in Dom’s eyes; his grip on Jesse grew tight. “I told you not to hurt yourself.” He ran his palm down Jesse’s forearm, over the stitches. “What part of that didn’t you fucking understand?”

  “The part where I’m supposed to listen to you!” Jesse spat onto his mouth, watching as the clear fluid slid over the cut on Dom’s lower lip.

  Dom tensed. Then, as though he couldn’t believe it, he licked Jesse’s saliva off with the tip of his tongue. And he lunged, crashing their mouths together, pushing his tongue into Jesse’s mouth to return that fluid to him. Arousal lanced through Jesse’s veins.

  “When I give you an order,” Dom snarled, “you will fucking obey me.”

  “Yeah? Make me,” Jesse hissed.

  Dom pumped his cock once, a rough tug that focused Jesse’s attention back to where they touched. And Dom dragged his heavy fist down, all the way to Jesse’s tip. Pleasure rushed through Jesse’s veins; he fought the urge to buck his hips. But he couldn’t stop his precome from smearing all over Dom’s fingers.

  Instead, he yanked on Dom’s hair, so savagely that Dom swore and bit Jesse’s lip, a hard bite that broke skin—they were even now.

  Except Dom squeezed the precome out of Jesse’s cock, rubbing his work-hardened fingers over the sensitive opening at Jesse’s tip. “So fucking wet,” Dom whispered.

  “Not for you,” Jesse growled.

  Dom smiled, pinching Jesse’s tip so hard that pain and pleasure twisted down his veins. Jesse swore and bucked, and Dom pulled his hand out, holding it up so his fingers glistened in the low light.

  It was wet. All from Jesse.

  Jesse hated that his face burned, he hated that he wanted Dom to do something with those slippery fingers.

  And Dom did. He shoved his hand down the back of Jesse’s pants, smearing precome down Jesse’s back, to the crack of his ass.

  Jesse’s ears rang. He knew he should fight back. To show Dom that he didn’t want it. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want Dom to stop.

  “Tell me you hate this,” Dom whispered against Jesse’s lips. And he pushed his fingers all the way down between Jesse’s cheeks, spreading them apart. Exposing Jesse’s hole.

  Jesse knew when Dom found it, because Dom’s breath shuddered out of him. Dom pressed down hard against that entrance, circling it. Jesse wheezed, his entire consciousness anchored on that one spot they touched. Wondering if Dom would push into him. Open him like he’d promised.

  “By the end of tonight,” Dom growled, “you’ll know what it feels like to be fucked raw here.”

  And he ground his fingertips against Jesse’s sensitive hole, smearing precome all over it.

  Jesse almost came right there. He had the sudden mental image of himself stretched open, Dom’s cock plunging into him. Owning him.

  Need rocked through his body. Except he also smelled the bitter smoke from cigarettes, and he heard the faint sounds of conversation. There were people here. And there was no way Jesse would go further with Dom behind the bar, not when what he wanted involved submitting to Dom. Having his pants down. Being less of an alpha.

  He yanked Dom’s hand out of his pants, shoving him off. “I’m not submitting to you.”

  He stalked toward the line of cabs waiting, each movement grinding his asscheeks together, his precome slippery between them. Dom had done that. Dom had touched all of Jesse’s cock, he’d rubbed Jesse’s hole, and the only place he hadn’t touched, was inside.

  The thing in him rumbled, perking up with interest. He tried shaking his head to clear the fuzziness there, except he was so hard, he couldn’t think.

  The warmth in his body had grown more intense, much more than when he’d first felt it in the bar. An aching need thrummed through his veins, pooling between his legs. His insides all felt hot. As though there was no way he could erase it, no matter what he did.

  And Jesse realized there was no way they could stop where they were tonight. Not until he’d come so hard, there was nothing left in his balls.

  15

  “Donut”

  Footsteps thudded more loudly behind him. Then musk and blackwood wafted into his nose, and Dom fell into step beside Jesse, his jaw set, his eyes burning. The line in his pants was bigger than ever. Jesse swallowed dryly.

  When they reached the cabs, Dom stepped forward, opening the backdoor of one. But instead of ushering Jesse in, Dom climbed into the cab first.

  Jesse almost thought it rude of him, except Dom left the door open.

  It was an invitation. And if Jesse stepped into the cab with him, then they most certainly weren’t going anywhere for drinks tonight.

  His cock damn near ripped through his pants. Jesse gritted his teeth and stepped in with him, pulling the door shut.

  Dom gave the driver an address. “Make it quick,” he said, shoving a folded bill at the man. Then he reached over, cupped Jesse’s nape, and hauled him forward.

  Jesse all but fell into his lap, cursing. Dom bit his lip and kissed him, and he thrust his tongue roughly into Jesse’s mouth. Their surroundings faded out, until there was only Dom, and Dom’s solid thighs, and his mouth devouring Jesse in a kiss he couldn’t keep up with.

  “What the fuck,” Jesse hissed, wanting to pull away, at the same time he wanted to rip Dom’s pants open. “Not alone.”

  Dom ignored him, sliding his tongue back into Jesse’s mouth, a good, deep thrust that made the rest of Jesse’s blood surge south, until there was none left in his head, and he couldn’t think.

  “Better put that tongue to good use,” Dom growled.

  Jesse fumbled with Dom’s pants, wanting to pull it open. Wanting to see what he’d do if his cock was suddenly out. But he couldn’t get a good grip on Dom’s belt, and his hands were shaking too much for him to do more than grope Dom, feeling the weight and thickness of him.

  Dom broke the kiss to hiss in his ear, “I want to see your lips wrapped around that. Suck it good, and it’ll be ready for you.”

  Wasn’t it raring to go? Except it wasn’t lubed—Oh. Jesse groaned, and Dom’s fingers dug into his skin, their lips sliding together in the most intoxicating kiss Jesse ever had.

  He gasped when Dom released him, only to have his deputy close his mouth around his earlobe—the one with the earring. Dom sucked hard on that, a tantalizing pressure that went right between Jesse’s legs.

  Jesse didn’t care anymore that they were in a cab. He yanked Dom’s shirt out of his pants and ripped it open, buttons popping, fabric tearing, until all that remained was Dom
’s bare chest, broad and muscular in the glow of the streetlamps rushing by.

  Dom’s gaze scorched. “You’ll pay for that,” he murmured. And he reached behind to grasp Jesse’s ass, his fingers dipping down his covered crack, pushing right against where his hole was.

  Jesse’s entire body ached. He panted, yanking Dom closer so he could kiss him again. Didn’t matter that he was inexperienced. He wanted the upper hand.

  He shoved his tongue into Dom’s mouth. Dom groaned, the sound sending a sweet rush of want through Jesse. Jesse grasped Dom’s torn shirt and hauled him closer, forcing Dom to lean in. So he was off-balance.

  Dom broke the kiss, his lips gleaming with wetness, his gaze raking down Jesse’s face. It was only when he threw some notes at the cab driver and opened the door, that Jesse realized they’d arrived.

  He stumbled out after Dom, barely glancing at the house, Dom’s truck parked in the driveway, the porch light a welcoming glow.

  Dom prowled toward the front door. He got it open in seconds, and Jesse followed him into the house. The entire place smelled like blackwood. Some lights came on.

  The moment the front door shut, Jesse lunged, slamming Dom against the wood so hard, it creaked. “You’re not getting the upper hand tonight,” Jesse snarled, hooking his thumbs into Dom’s pants, hauling him closer.

  Dom’s gaze flashed. “Yeah? You’re saying that on my territory?”

  Jesse kissed him hard, pushing his tongue deep into Dom’s mouth so Dom would see exactly what he meant.

  Except Dom sucked on his tongue—the pressure took Jesse by surprise. And Dom hauled Jesse’s hips against his own, grinding their bulges together in a sinful slide of bliss.

  So both of them were hard. It didn’t have to mean anything.

  Jesse rocked his hips against Dom, trying to wrestle back his control. Dom slammed him into the adjacent wall. While Jesse recovered from the impact, Dom yanked on Jesse’s belt, halfway to unbuckling it. Jesse shoved Dom’s hands away so he could undo Dom’s belt first.