Alpha in Heat

by Anna Wineheart

  The more naked Dom was, the easier it’d be to pin him down. And slide inside.

  “I’m crushing your cherry tonight,” Jesse hissed.

  Dom’s lips curved in a ruthless smirk. “Keep fooling yourself.”

  The moment Jesse busied himself with Dom’s belt, Dom grabbed the chance to undo Jesse’s belt. And he was faster, ripping Jesse’s belt open, yanking it clean out of Jesse’s pants with a sharp tug that sent tingles through Jesse’s skin.

  Just as quickly as the belt had gone, Dom tore open Jesse’s pants. And he shoved down both the pants and underwear, hauling Jesse forward so he could grasp Jesse’s ass.

  Jesse swore, only now getting Dom’s belt unbuckled. How was Dom so fucking fast? Except Dom’s fingers were already working between his asscheeks, roughly squeezing the muscle there. Jesse throbbed.

  “Nice and firm,” Dom growled, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with hunger. “Gonna spread for me, Sinclair.”

  And he pushed his fingers down, right against Jesse’s hole in a thrust that showed no mercy.

  Jesse swore and knocked his hand away, even if his hole was ready to be opened.

  Dom smiled dangerously. “Last chance,” he murmured. “Door’s right here. By staying, you consent to be fucked in the ass. Hard. You won’t walk straight tomorrow.”

  Holy fucking gods. Jesse grew so hot, his entire body felt like it was on fire. Dom could smell his musk, too. Because a low growl started in Dom’s throat, his nostrils flaring, his breaths coming faster.

  Except Dom wheezed, suddenly. He tensed against Jesse, his eyes growing wide—he was surprised by something. And his musk crashed into Jesse’s chest like a sledgehammer.

  Jesse somehow expected it, even before Dom rasped, “Why the fuck am I in a rut?”

  It wasn’t like Jesse knew. Alphas only went into ruts with omegas they had an emotional attachment to.

  Of which Jesse was neither.

  He grabbed the chance to tear open Dom’s pants, shoving his hand in so he could grab Dom’s cock.

  Fuck, it was big. It was raging-hard, so hungry that Jesse knew exactly where it wanted to be.

  Dom closed his hand around Jesse’s, thrusting hard against his palm. “This,” Dom panted, “is how it’ll go inside your hole.”

  And he shoved it roughly against Jesse’s hand, base to tip, so Jesse learned every single inch of his alpha’s cock, right there. He knew how it would stretch him open. How deep it would go. His body grew hotter, so hot that maybe he’d start setting things alight by touch alone.

  “Not gonna,” he growled, shoving Dom’s pants down, too. Then he slipped behind Dom.

  Before Dom could turn, Jesse grabbed his arms, shoving Dom chest-first against the wall. And he pushed his cock hard against Dom’s ass, his instincts roaring when Dom’s taut cheeks parted around him.

  Fuck, Jesse wanted to claim this man. What would it look like when Dom’s hole opened around him?

  Before he could roll his hips, Dom snarled and whirled around, so fast that Jesse lost his grip. And Dom hooked his arm around Jesse’s neck, yanking him down. Jesse stumbled. It felt like Dom anticipated his self-defense moves, because he was foiling Jesse, yanking Jesse onto his knees.

  Jesse grasped Dom’s pants, ripping them the rest of the way down. Approval flashed in Dom’s gaze; he shrugged out of his clothes. And now he was completely naked, muscles rippling, his cock thick, bigger than Jesse’s. Jesse wasn’t the least bit afraid. Only thrilled.

  He scrambled onto his knees. Dom knocked him back against the hardwood floor with a body slam, sending the air rushing out of Jesse’s lungs. Jesse struggled to heave him off; Dom straddled Jesse’s shoulders and grasped the back of his head, grinding his cock against Jesse’s face, precome smearing over his cheek.

  It was thick and musky, and that thing inside Jesse grew tight. Desire sluiced through him.

  “Suck it,” Dom rasped, shoving his tip past Jesse’s lips. Salt smeared across his tongue; it was slippery, decadent. “Fuck.”

  And he thrust deeper into Jesse’s mouth, thick and heavy, the movement so lewd that Jesse ached. He would’ve hidden how much this aroused him, except Dom reached back, grasping Jesse’s cock in his hand.

  “You like this,” Dom growled, pushing so deep, he hit the back of Jesse’s throat. Jesse choked; Dom was more than he could swallow, and Jesse loved it. “Fucking hell, Sinclair. Had no idea you liked alpha cock so much.”

  Jesse didn’t. Only Dom’s, apparently.

  Dom fucked his mouth, deep and savagely. Jesse groaned, sucking on him. He couldn’t seem to find the leverage to shove Dom off. But Dom would release him... if he didn’t want to come.

  So Jesse sucked on his deputy’s tip, grinding his tongue against it, giving it the lewdest kiss he knew. He kept it up until Dom’s thighs spasmed and Dom yanked his cock out, his length so thick and red that it looked like it was on the verge of blowing.

  “Thought you could hold it in,” Jesse said. “Getting old, Dom.”

  Dom glared; he grasped the base of his cock and swung it hard against Jesse’s cheek—a damp, heavy smack. “Fuck you.”

  For once, he had nothing smooth to say.

  Dom released Jesse to turn him over; Jesse snatched the chance to roll onto his feet, pummeling Dom onto the floor. They landed hard against each other, Dom under Jesse, wearing only a sharp smile.

  “Keep trying, Sinclair.” Dom’s breath rushed over Jesse’s lips; he reached down and yanked Jesse’s shirt up so their chests met, skin on skin. “Ready to take it up your ass?”

  Why did Dom keep saying shit like that, when he knew it made Jesse hot?

  Jesse growled, shoving their bare cocks together to shut Dom up. The friction jolted pleasure down his spine; Dom gritted his teeth. He was trying not to come, wasn’t he?

  So Jesse rutted harder against him, grinding their most intimate parts together in a bid to force Dom’s release. He snapped his hips over and over, each thrust drawing the tension in his body taut, until Dom snarled and heaved him off, throwing himself onto Jesse to crush him against the floor.

  Their bodies rubbed together, Dom’s tip shoving tantalizingly against Jesse’s abdomen. He knocked Jesse’s legs apart and caught his knee, lifting it to expose Jesse’s ass. Jesse’s pulse pounded between his thighs. But he wouldn’t give in, not right now.

  He shoved Dom off, lunging onto him to pin him down. Then he kicked off his pants for the same freedom of movement Dom had, and flung off his shirt. When he sat up, naked and straddling Dom’s hips, Dom rumbled, raking his gaze over Jesse’s chest.

  A blunt tip pushed between his cheeks, before Jesse was completely aware of it. Wetness smeared against his skin. Dom locked their gazes together, anchored Jesse down, and rolled his hips, his cock sliding roughly against Jesse’s hole, a sweet, dark promise.

  Heat exploded through Jesse, like a floodgate somewhere had blown open.

  Jesse hissed, scooting further up Dom’s chest. So Dom couldn’t pull that again. But it didn’t stop the way his cock fucking hurt, it was so hard.

  Dom only smiled. “Gonna be this hard when I fuck you, Sinclair?”

  Damn, but Jesse loved when Dom called him by his last name. It meant that Dom was speaking to him, instead of pretending that they were just coworkers, that everything was fine between them.

  “Guess you’ll have to find out.” Jesse panted, shuffling forward to rub his cock against Dom’s face—same as what Dom had done to him. It gave him such a thrill; Dom was his deputy. And Jesse’s cock skimmed his cheek, precome smearing over Dom’s lips.

  Scarcely had he ground against Dom’s mouth, when Dom reached around, his callused fingertips brushing Jesse’s ass.

  It was his only warning; their eyes met. And Jesse realized his legs were spread, his hole vulnerable.

  Dom seemed to be waiting for something. Jesse didn’t know what.

  A split second later, Dom drove his fingers between Jesse’s cheeks, pushing them apar
t, searching out his entrance. Jesse gasped at that intimate touch, his pulse stumbling.

  Dom found his hole a heartbeat later, grinding his fingertip against it. He watched Jesse. And sank his finger all the way inside, the shock of his entrance erasing the rest of Jesse’s thoughts.

  It burned a little. Mostly, Jesse couldn’t get over the sensation of Dom inside him, a demanding touch that wasn’t his own.

  Finally.

  Dom’s eyebrows lifted. “You’re damp inside.”

  “Shouldn’t I be?” Jesse had been when he’d tried fingering himself, too. It hadn’t occurred to him that it wasn’t normal.

  “Just odd, is all.” Dom swirled his finger around inside, until he brushed against something that made spots dance through Jesse’s vision. Dom growled. And he jammed his finger hard against that spot, so pleasure shot through Jesse and his eyes rolled back; he couldn’t breathe.

  “Fuck,” Jesse panted. “What the fuck?”

  “Your prostate,” Dom rasped, grinding down hard on it. Jesse clenched around him, his legs spasming, trying to deal with that pleasure. “It’ll feel better with my cock there.” Dom’s voice dipped so low, it raked down Jesse’s nerves. “You’ll scream, Sinclair. You’ll come so hard, you’ll fucking thank me for it.”

  And he shoved down on that spot, over and over, until Jesse’s balls squeezed so tight, he thought he might come.

  Dom pulled his finger out and pushed two in, stretching Jesse wider than before.

  Submitting to Dom seemed like such a good idea. The instant that thought flashed through his mind, Jesse came to his senses.

  He yanked himself away, so Dom’s fingers slipped out of him, leaving an emptiness inside that he wasn’t sure how to deal with. He stumbled to his feet, stalking off, trying to figure out what his options were.

  But Dom caught up with him like a beast, and slammed him against the back of the couch. Jesse’s nerves sang.

  “I told you earlier,” Dom rasped, his body hot and hard behind Jesse. “This cherry is mine.”

  And he pushed his fingers back into Jesse, three this time. An animal sound tore out of Jesse’s throat; pleasure throbbed through his body, his muscles stretching around Dom in the most sinful way.

  Why the hell did Dom have to feel this good? “Fuck you.”

  Dom’s breath rushed hot against his ear; he pressed his chest against Jesse’s back, sliding his fingers slow and deep, preparing Jesse for his entrance. Then he pulled out, pushed four fingers in, and Jesse dripped, stretching around Dom. But four fingers didn’t even compare to the size of his cock.

  “There’s only one word that’ll make me stop tonight,” Dom murmured. “‘Donut.’ Anything else, and it’ll mean, ‘Fuck me, Dom.’”

  Vaguely, Jesse knew the word meant something else outside of this moment. Something important. But he couldn’t remember why that was right now. All he knew was that he didn’t want Dom to stop.

  Dom’s lips skimmed his ear, a soft, wet touch. And he pulled his fingers out, his cock grinding solidly between Jesse’s cheeks, sending a jolt of need through his body. “‘Donut,’ Sinclair. Say it.”

  Jesse shoved him away, so ravenous that he couldn’t think. “Fuck you.”

  Dom smiled then, his gaze so dark that it burned Jesse wherever it touched. Jesse made to step away; Dom lunged, pinning Jesse down against the couch, forcing him to bend over. With his free hand, he grasped Jesse’s asscheek and spread it. Exposing Jesse’s hole for his plundering.

  Jesse’s breath punched out of his throat. And Dom shoved his blunt tip against Jesse’s entrance, a hot, slippery touch that spelled in no uncertain terms how this would turn out.

  Jesse turned to leave, just to see how Dom would react. Dom crushed him down and snapped his hips, and his cock ground against Jesse’s hole, a hard friction that made Jesse pulse.

  “Fucking say it,” Dom hissed, his chest heaving, his cock heavy.

  “No,” Jesse growled.

  And Dom spat. He lifted his cock away from Jesse’s ass for a second. When it returned, it was wet, slippery. About to slide inside. Jesse groaned, struggling beneath Dom—forcing Dom’s hand.

  Dom anchored him down and thrust. His tip opened Jesse’s body, stretching his muscles as he sank in.

  Holy fuck, he was big. Jesse couldn’t breathe.

  “Fuck,” Dom rasped, his voice hoarse, his breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps. “So damn tight, Sinclair.”

  Jesse thrashed beneath him. “Get the fuck off me.”

  Because like hell he’d bend over and take Dom’s cock so easily. Dom had to fight him for it. He shoved at Dom; Dom muscled him down, snapping his hips so hard that he sank in all the way, every single inch. Jesse couldn’t think, not when that sheer presence moved inside him, pulling out, thrusting back in, the most intimate touch he’d ever received from Dom.

  And he needed more.

  “You think you’re so big,” Jesse hissed. “But you’re not.”

  Dom growled, his eyes gleaming at the challenge. And he pulled out almost all the way, fucking in so hard that Jesse arched off the couch, electricity jolting through his entire body.

  Dom pulled out, spat again, and rammed back inside, a savage thrust that lit all of Jesse’s nerves on fire.

  “Feel good?” Dom murmured, leaning in. The heat of his chest radiated into Jesse’s back.

  “Not good enough,” Jesse retorted.

  Dom snarled, grasped Jesse’s hips, and increased his rhythm, shoving hard against Jesse’s prostate in a way that made him shudder, his cock aching, pleading for mercy.

  It felt so fucking good that Jesse couldn’t believe they’d waited this long, that Dom wasn’t coming right away—gods knew he was hanging on by a thread.

  Dom reached around, grasping Jesse’s erection roughly. “Fuck.”

  Jesse ground back against him. “You’re losing your touch, old man.”

  Dom bristled. And his next thrust razed pleasure through Jesse’s veins, his strokes turning vicious as he pounded into Jesse.

  It burned, some. Not enough for Jesse to want this to stop. Over and over, Dom stretched him open, fucking in so deep that his balls tapped against Jesse’s taint. Jesse felt nothing else—only this alpha deep inside him, the pressure lighting up places he didn’t even know existed.

  He wanted to hold out so Dom would know he couldn’t make Jesse come. But like before, Dom’s thrusts pulled his nerves tight. Dom’s breathing turned uneven, his cock growing thicker. Jesse couldn’t hold back. Not when he wanted Dom’s come inside him.

  “You won’t fucking make me scream,” Jesse hissed over his shoulder, shoving at Dom to make him fuck harder.

  Dom gripped him so tightly, it felt like he’d leave bruises on Jesse’s skin. And he ground his cock against Jesse’s prostate, deeper, harder, until Jesse’s breath fled him and he was struggling not to come, his insides turning molten, his balls pulling tight.

  He couldn’t stop himself.

  Dom plunged in with a sweet rush of sensation, and the dam broke inside Jesse. He roared, arching as pleasure ripped violently through his body, yanking pulses and pulses of come out through his cock. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even remember who he was, or how he’d gotten here.

  He must’ve clenched too tight around Dom, because Dom swore, his strokes turning feverish, his breath soughing against Jesse’s shoulder. Then Dom bit down hard and snarled, and his cock jerked, emptying a flood of warmth deep inside Jesse’s body.

  They were quiet for a moment after that. Jesse panted, trying to catch his breath. The fog in his head was starting to clear—ever so slowly. It felt like he’d run a hundred miles, and his body ached. Exhaustion? He didn’t know.

  He sagged forward on the couch, his sweat smearing over the soft leather. It wasn’t the first time he’d had sex. But it was the first time he’d been touched there, and it had blown every other sexual experience out of the water.

  Dom had done that to him.
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  Because Jesse had submitted. Because Jesse had bent over, and did what alphas shouldn’t do. He’d let himself be used, he’d let himself be less.

  Did omegas feel like this when they had sex? Probably not. Omegas liked to submit. It was their thing. But for an alpha to do that... it meant he was weak.

  Except he had enjoyed it. Did that mean he was twisted? Sick? Had Dom seen him as an omega?

  Jesse closed his eyes, shame prickling down his neck. He hadn’t figured out what he’d do after this, but it certainly wasn’t sticking around to see what Dom thought of him.

  Dom leaned back, sliding out. The movement sent the remnants of pleasure whispering through his body—for a heartbeat, Dom was still inside, his cock keeping Jesse stretched open. Then it left him completely, and something wet trickled down his thigh, warm and sticky.

  Behind, Dom growled. Thick fingers pressed flush against Jesse’s hole—to close it? To keep the rest of Dom’s come from dripping out?

  Jesse’s face burned; he didn’t want to meet Dom’s eyes.

  Dom stepped away, his warmth fading. Somewhere in the next room, glasses clinked against a stone countertop. “Coffee liqueur?” Dom asked, his voice husky.

  Why would Dom offer him that? Jesse didn’t know, but he knew he needed to leave. He found his clothes. He shoved his legs down his pants, his head spinning a little. It was difficult to zip his fly when his knot was growing. But Jesse managed.

  It was when Jesse was straightening his shirt, that Dom stepped back into the living room. “I’m going,” Jesse said before Dom could comment.

  “You’re welcome to breakfast,” Dom said.

  What was that supposed to mean? That Dom was wining and dining him? Treating him like an omega? Or something?

  An inexplicable surge of melancholy swamped through Jesse’s chest. Where had that come from? He didn’t know. But at least the heat in his body had receded somewhat, and he could think again.

  “I’m going home,” Jesse said. “No, thanks.”

  “I’ll call you a cab,” Dom said.

  Why, so he could pretend that Jesse was someone he could take care of? “No,” Jesse muttered. He left off his underwear and socks, stuffing them all into his pocket. Then he stepped into his shoes, heading over to the door. He wasn’t walking completely straight, and his ass was starting to ache.