Page 7 of Fighting the Alpha

He looks magnificent from this viewpoint. Undeniably alpha, tall and lean and tan, andfuck, what am I doing?

Something close to disbelief passes across his face, before it’s replaced by pure, searing heat. “Good boy,” he murmurs breathlessly, pushing off his robe as I hook my fingers around the waistband of his shorts.

“Fuck off,” I say, but my scent spikes and goosebumps prickle my arms. I pull down his shorts.

His cock is huge and fully erect already, a prominent vein running down his impressive length as it juts out from his shortsaggressively. When I wrap my hand around him, it feels exactly like it did last time we did this; from the pulse of him against my palm to the blown-out, hazy look in his eyes as he gazes down at me.

“Merde.”His head drops back when I stroke him from root to tip, the glide of my palm a rough friction over his length. I lean forward to spit on his cock, a string of saliva connecting my lips and his shaft for a moment until I break it with another stroke, smoother now. When I glance back up at Levi, his eyes are dark and unfocused.

Good. If I’m going to degrade myself for him, the very least I can do is make it so fucking good that he’s the one left trembling at the end of it. His abs contract as I twist my palm and rub my thumb over the precum-slick head.

“More,” he rasps. “We said total submission, right? I want your mouth.”

I exhale sharply through my nose. Aside from that fumble in the locker room with Levi, I’ve never been with a man, or an alpha. I’ve thought about it—more than I’d ever admit out loud—but exploring that side of myself always ranked pretty low compared to becoming a professional boxer and not risking everything I’d spent my life building.

But now, with his scent wreaking havoc on my instincts and his bruised, magnetic face staring down at me, wrapping my lips around him somehow feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Levi gasps when I swallow him halfway to the hilt all at once, a choked sound that gives me just as much primal satisfaction as landing a punch. His fingers thread through the damp strands of my hair, the feeling of him pressing against my scalp strangely intimate as he pushes me further down.

Don’t choke. The taste of him—salt, sweat and his overwhelming scent—floods my senses as he slides deeper intomy mouth, and I breathe through my nose, swirling my tongue around his crown until he hisses, pulls back out, and plunges into my mouth again.

And I just take it. It’s maddening and baffling in equal measure; I’ve hated this man for as long as I’ve known him, avoided him for years. And yet here, in this room, on my knees and with his alpha scent practically seeping into my skin, my alpha stops fighting for dominance. It’s totally quiet, crushed under the weight of his focused attention and the taste of him heavy on my tongue.

Levi clamps a hand more firmly on the back of my neck, his long fingers anchoring me into place as his massive thighs go rigid. “Oui, just like that,gros,” he groans, his accent thick and breathless, a dark praise that makes my own pheromones spike in a violent wave of receptive heat.

I grip the flesh of his thighs with my free hand, bringing the other up to cover the part of him I can’t reach with my mouth. I dig my calloused fingers into his skin, refusing to let him dictate the pacing entirely.

Before he can boil over, Levi suddenly grips my hair tightly, his breathing frantic as he pulls my head back. I let go of him with a wet sound, my chest heaving as I stare up at him, my vision slightly blurred.

“Attends,” Levi pants. “Stop. If you keep going, I am going to finish in your mouth, and we are not done. Not by a long shot.”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my forearm and let him pull me to my feet, trying to hide the tremor in my knees. But before I can find my footing, Levi palms me through my silk shorts, grinning smugly as his hand makes contact with the heat of my erection and I let out a rough groan. My balls feel like they’re filled with lead, hanging heavy and sensitive at the base of my neglected cock, and I hate how much I want him to touch me.

“I’m glad you are enjoying this,” he sneers, pulling his hand away so I have to bite back a pathetic whimper. “It will make it so much easier to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Bastien, do you evershut up.”

“Not when I am having this much fun,” he laughs, tugging my shorts all the way down past my knees and completely exposing me to the warm air of the room. His tongue darts out to wet his lips when he takes in the sight of me, his gaze turning predatory. “Putain, you are a big boy, uh? Such a shame to let such a big cock go to waste, but rules are rules.”

To my surprise, he gives my cock one tight, lingering stroke anyway, as if he can’t help himself, a flash of pleasure burning through my lower half before he pushes me to the edge of the sofa, the cold leather pressing against my calves. I step out of my shorts.

“Turn around, Dylan,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a deep, commanding register that makes me shiver. “On your knees, hands on the back of the sofa. I want you to show me exactly how nicely you can submit.”

Andfuck, my brain wants to bite back, but my body follows his instructions to the letter.

He curses brokenly in French when I’m in position on the sofa, and I’m painfully aware that he can see every intimate part of me right now. I jump slightly when his hands land on my shoulders, tracing a reverent path down the muscles of my back, all the way to my ass, which he spreads open with his strong hands. “Look at you. Dylan Long.Fuck.”

I hear him spit, before a thick drop of slickness lands directly on my exposed hole. My cock throbs. He pushes his thumb through the wetness, spreading it over the puckered ring of muscle and sending an unexpected spark of electricity up my spine.

When he pushes the tip of his thumb inside me, I gasp.

“Relax,gros,” he says. “So tight. You have done this before?”

I hesitate, before shaking my head.

He hums, and the movement of his thumb slows, before he withdraws it. I huff out a frustrated breath, although I’m not entirely sure what I’m frustrated about.

“There are other ways I can fuck you,” he says, massaging my ass with one hand in a way I shouldn’t find soothing, but I do. “Slide between these big thighs, or your mouth again—”