Raff tosses the battery terminal onto the workbench, then cradles Adam's face in both hands, heedless of the grease on his fingers. "Poor baby," he says, then he kisses Adam on the mouth. "I'll kiss it better when we get home.”
Adam stares at him, then shakes his head. "What is wrong with the alphas in this pack?" He looks between me and Raff with exasperation. "Everyone wants to fuck today. Every single one of you. It's barely two in the afternoon."
Raff’s brows pull together as he turns toward me, but his gaze almost immediately lands on the front of my tented jeans. The corner of his mouth lifts into a slow smirk.
"Odette in?" I ask.
"Lunch with the girls," he says, hugging Adam tighter. "She'll be back around three."
I nod, then grab Perrin's wrist, pulling him toward the office door at the back of the shop. My hand is already on the handle when Adam's voice carries across the bay.
"Don't take forever," he says, without looking up from Raff's neck. "I want to go home."
"And don't make a mess," Raff adds pleasantly, his grease-stained hand coming up to cover Adam's where it rests on his chest. "Odette will absolutely kill you."
"We'll be quick," I say.
Then I push the beta through the office door, swing it shut, and slam Perrin right against the back of the door. He lets out a surprised grunt, as the thud of his body makes the wood rattle.
“Cliff—”
I crash my mouth to his, kissing him hard, all the frustration and need from the drive pouring into it. My hands griphis face, holding him in place as I devour him, my tongue forcing its way past his lips.
Perrin's hands fly up, grabbing at my shirt, gripping the fabric like he needs something to hold onto. A sound tears out of him into my mouth that he tries to swallow back and fails completely, his body arches off the door, pressing into me at the same time, two opposing instincts fighting it out in real time.
I pull back a little, letting him breathe.
His lips are already wet, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and slightly glassy as they find mine.
"We're supposed to be quick," he manages.
"Then stop talking," I say, and spin him around.
He goes with a sharp intake of breath, his palms hitting the door, and I press in behind him, one hand finding his hip and the other sliding flat down his stomach to his waistband. He drops his head forward against the door with a soft thud, his shoulders rising and falling fast.
"Cliff." His voice rough and low.
"Hold still," I say against the back of his neck, and feel him shiver from his shoulders all the way down.
My hands work his jeans open, then Perrin exhales a long, shaking breath against the door as the denim drops.
Outside, I can hear Adam's voice saying something to Raff, and Raff laughing in response.
But in here, all I can hear is Perrin.
"Alpha, I—" He moans, so fucking responsive.
And that's the thing I love the most about Perrin. No matter how many times I've had my hands on him, every touch feels like the first time. Every sound he makes is genuine and unguarded and pulled out of him like it’s against his will.
"Hold still," I say against the back of his neck, and feel him shiver from his shoulders all the way down.
His boxers follow his jeans, leaving his ass exposed to me. I grab both cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing his tight hole.
"Fuck," I groan, dropping to my knees behind him. "Look at this perfect ass."
I lean in and drag my tongue over his entrance, tasting him. Perrin cries out, his hands pressing flat against the door as his knees tremble. I do it again, this time pushing the tip of my tongue inside him, fucking him with my mouth.
"Cliff, please," he begs, his voice breaking. "Need you inside me."
