“You know you want it.” I push into his space, bumping my chest against his.
Basil sucks in a harsh breath, my aggression feeding into his. I need to make him mindless with desire. Aggressive.Desperate. Then we can both get off.
“Give in, Basil,” I growl, shoving him backward. He stumbles, catching himself before he can fall.
“What the fuck?” His eyes narrow into slits and his fists curl tight.
“Stop trying to be such a good boy,” I tease.
For a moment, it looks like the alpha might hit me. And the thought is a massive turn-on. Basil is one hell of a fighter, scrappy and fast. Back when we were younger, we’d brawl on occasion. Basil would hand my ass to me, then we’d fuck for hours while Killian watched.
I sometimes miss those days.
“Basil,” I drop my voice to a steady rumble. “What’s it going to be, alpha?”
“We need lube.” Basil turns and marches to his bathroom, and I quickly follow.
I need himnow.
Basil grabs the tiny bottle of lube out from under the sink, but before he can turn around, I slam into him, forcing the tops of his muscular thighs to push into the bathroom counter.
“Fuck, you’re irresistible,” I growl in his ear as I slip my hands around to his chest, then down to his waistband. “I want to be buried in that perfect ass.” I push into his sweats feeling the full length of his cock. He’s so turned on. Sticky pre-cum drips from the tip, coating my fingers. “But what do you need, Basil?” I look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, but he’s too busy watching me jerk him off. “Do you need to be fucked, or do you want to do the fucking?”
Basil’s head snaps up, looking at my reflection in disbelief.
While I’m not against being topped, it’s not something we normally do. Basil is a power bottom. He likes straddling me on the bed, and taking what he wants while I lie there like a fucking sexy toy, giving him what he needs.I love it so damn much.
But I have a feeling he needs more than that today.
“I want you to bottom.” Basil nods, the motion jerky. Almost frantic. “I need to fuck you,” he growls, then moves. He spins with impressive speed, shoving me forward and forcing me to take his place. Before I know it, my legs are digging into the bathroom counter and his groin is pressed against my ass.
I moan when he tugs my shorts down my legs, freeing my cock. “That’s right, alpha.” I spread my legs, bracing myself. I hold his gaze in the mirror. “Take what you need, Basil. Own me.”
But he already looks ready to dominate the shit out of me, and I can’t fucking wait.
A warm hand slips between my legs, cupping my balls. Followed by Basil’s face, pressed between my cheeks. He licksme, lapping the full length of my crease. Closing my eyes, I try to relax, enjoying the pleasure swirling inside me, but it’s difficult. The drive to dominate is fucking strong.
Basil’s hands disappear from my body and the bottle of lube pops open. I stare in the mirror watching his expression as he positions his cock against my hole. With one powerful snap of his hips, he thrusts into my body, and his eyes float closed.
“Fuck,” Basil moans deep in his chest. “So tight.”
I grunt, trying not to rip him off of me and rut him against the cold tile floor. This position is just too foreign for me. Too vulnerable. I can’t help but tense as Basil thrusts, curling my fists tight.
“Fuck me harder,” I command the alpha, trying to rile him up. “Make me come.”
Basil’s snarls at my reflection and his teeth flash. His alpha instincts tell him to fight against my shitty tone. While alphas can and do live together as loving mates, we’re only programmed to take orders from one alpha—Killian.
“Do you want to come?” Basil pants, fucking into me so hard my thighs shove into the countertop. I’m sure I’ll bruise later.
“Yes,” I snarl, loving the flush that’s darkening his cheeks.
“Give me that cock.” Basil reaches around my body, fisting my shaft. He tugs me in time with his thrusts, and heat crawls up my thighs.
“That's it.” I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on the pressure building inside me. “More,” I demand when he begins twisting his hand with each pump.
It’s all so much. His hand on my cock, his dick in my ass, his breath on my neck.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, curling my fingers around the lip of the counter.
