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Parents either love each other, or they split.
You either have friends, or you don't.
Your partner cherishes you, or they…
Use you. Abuse you. Cheat you.
At least in his experience. And don't get him wrong, Elias wanted to believe in the idea of perfect pairings. The Goddess knew their society worshipped those with instant, snapping feelings for one another. Those which triggered a heat or a rut so powerful they couldn't stop even if they tried. Elias had even experienced such things before, but it had nothing to do with the heart and everything to do with biology. His pheromones were so strong they were like a poisonous gas influencing those around him.
There wasn't a choice or a spark of love. Yet this time… He let go of reservation for just a few minutes, and this man didn't buckle beneath the pressure. A foreign, long-forgotten sense of hope dared to flicker beneath his ribs.
"Ah," Elias exhaled, mumbling. "H-how are you..?"
"Hm?"
The alpha swiped Elias' hair out of his face, tucking the brown curls back behind his ears before running long lines down his arms with calloused fingers. It soothed him more than he cared to admit, and with every movement, a fresh burst of something flared through Elias' chest, making him shiver and contract, sucking on Dane's knot. The alpha grunted, hard cock twitching inside him, but kept all sly comments to himself.
Elias could do nothing to stop the reaction, anyway, lying there limp while waiting for the sweat to dry and refusing to think anymore. Thinking was where things went wrong.
Or rather, overthinking.
Elias was great at that; it might even be his superpower. Without it, time ticked by slowly. Seconds taking hours and minutes, feeling like a millennium. Every once in a while, he shifted his hips, testing the knot. And every time, it was still snug, sending a spine-melting flash of pleasure swarming through his whole body. Dane's still hard, Elias thought, blushing faintly and hating himself for it.
"What did you mean to ask earlier?"
He jumped at the smooth baritone of the man's voice. "Oh, nothing. Forget about it."
It was at that moment the knot loosened just enough that his shifting hips slicked up and off the alpha's monumental cock. Elias couldn't stop the gasping shudder that overtook him as he collapsed forward, elbows resting on the center compartment. Somewhere along the way, his suit coat got torn off and tossed up front, and he zeroed in on it through half-lidded eyes.
He needed to get dressed and flee. Testing his stupid, hopeful theory wasn't worth the aftermath. His blockers were hanging on by a thread, already shredded by the behemoth who'd pounded him like a fucking drum set. His legs were numb, tempting him to lie back.
Dane stared at him, or rather, a very specific, dripping part of him. Elias knew it was a fluttering, swollen mess back there. Soreness began setting in and slick ran from thigh to ankle, betraying his insatiable side.
Focused on the task, Elias quickly donned his coat and re-buckled his pants. His only saving grace was the fact that he wore black today and not gray. They'd be wet enough to stick to his skin, but no one would notice on his fast walk to the car.
Biting his lip, he moved back again, meaning to take an awkward seat beside the alpha, when the man snatched him around the waist, pulling Elias onto his lap with a rumble and nosing at his collar.
"Are you really going to leave covered in our mess? At least let me wipe you down."
Elias sighed. "I don't see any towels around."
Dane laughed softly, huffing against the skin of his throat. Elias arched into the warm sensation, muscles quivering in anticipation. Dane's teeth scraped along his neck, wicked and so sharp a single abrupt movement would draw blood. Damn, he wanted them inside his skin. Ached for the pheromones of his alpha to run through his veins, marking him from the inside out.
Wait.
His alpha?
Dane wasn't–he wasn't–
Ah, shit.
"I have to go. It's the middle of the day, and August will wonder where I am."
Dane went rigid, the arm around his abdomen tightening as a low growl rippled across his skin, sending Elias' toes curling.
"Who's August?"
The desire fled as soon as it arrived and he rolled his eyes, struggling softly, asking to be let go of. Dane didn't heed the request, now nosing into Elias' chestnut curls, lips turning upward in a shameless, but admittedly addictive, smile. It was a good thing those crystal eyes were closed. Or he might be a goner.
