Page 10 of Training the Alpha

“A little. But still not… it wasn’t anything like…”

His eyes meet mine, holding my gaze for a beat too long as whatever he was about to say dies on his tongue. Words I won’t let myself try to guess. I’m already on the verge of getting too deep,lustturning tolikefaster than I can keep up with. Can’t let myself get hung up on words he can’t even bring himself to say out loud.

“How do you do it?” he says suddenly. “Stay so chill about it all?”

“I haven’t always been,” I say, honestly. “But eventually I figured—what’s the alternative? Because the kind of shitty I feel whenever someone makes a comment about my clothes, or my job, or my sexuality, is a lot less than the abject misery I felt being closeted and trying to fit myself into a neat little alpha-shaped box every day. I’ll take dealing with assholes like Chet over that emptiness any day.”

Marcus isn’t stretching anymore. Or checking me out. He’s standing in the middle of the mat with a twisted expression on his face, staring into space like he’s trying to figure out quantum theory and coming up with nothing.

Bring him back, Alex.

“But having your ass eaten is pretty much always better than fine,” I say hastily, giving him my best seductive look and watching the color return to his cheeks. “Not miserable at all. A solid top three sexual indulgence.”

Marcus’ eyes come back into focus, snapping back to me. “What are the other two?”

“I can’t give away all my secrets this early, Marcus. I’ve got to keep you on the hook somehow.”

He smiles, and there’s so much warmth behind it that it catches me off guard. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He’s got a pink mark on one cheek that gets redder every time he smiles, and the mixture of him being so classically handsome with the little nicks and bruises he’s gathered from sparring makes me so weak it’s embarrassing. “Anyway, I may not have been, uh, on the receiving end of—ass eating—” his cheeks glow as he says it, and I don’t know why that gives me so much satisfaction, “—but Ihavebeen the giver. And I’ve been desperate to do it to you.”

Oh. My cock goes from half-interested, which it always is when Marcus is within a mile radius, to totally-and-completely-interested-yes-please-right-now. “Nobody’s been stopping you.”

“There were always more pressing matters.”

“Like what?”

“Like burying myself so deep in your ass you forget how to speak.”

I let out a breathy moan, throwing my head back, then hoist myself to my feet. “Showers. Now.Please.”

We make it through a rushed shower without devouring each other, although Marcus looks like he’s on the verge of jumping me the entire time. I can’t entirely blame him—I may have gotten deliberately generous with the soap, making a show of lathering myself up until his eyes were dark and both of our cocks were rigid and aching.

After turning the shower off, he practically drags me out of there, tugging me straight through the locker room and back out into the gym, both of us with towels loosely wrapped around our waists.

“Where are we going?” I chuckle, bemused.

Marcus doesn’t stop until we’re back at the stretching mats, where he rips the towel from my hips and pushes me down until I’m lying back, and he can crawl in between my legs. The suddenness of it makes my head swim, and I have to fight back a snarl even as my cock leaks against my stomach.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve nearly ripped your clothes off watching you stretch on these goddamn mats,” he says, his voice low and predatory as he pushes my thighs apart and dips his head between them. He spreads the globes of my ass and spits messily on my hole, making me groan aloud in the open space.

We’re obscured enough in this corner that even if someone were to press their face against the glass of the front door, they wouldn’t be able to see us, but I still feel exposed enough that it makes my hair stand on end.

“You’re fucking filthy,” I mutter, my head falling back against the rubber mat as Marcus pushes his saliva across my hole with his thumb.

“I know how you like it by now,” he smirks. Then he grips the back of my thighs with his huge hands and pushes them up and apart, testing my flexibility as he bares my hole to his hungry mouth. Andfuckif he isn’t right, because this is exactly how I like it—Marcus’ attention solely on me, his pheromones thick enough to choke me, and his gaze hot enough to burn.

Until now, we’ve largely stuck to the showers where the heat and steam keeps our scents in check. But out here, and with his nose so close to one of my main scent glands, he’ll be drowning in my most potent alpha pheromones. But all I see in his eyes is hunger.

I gasp when he replaces his thumb with his tongue, licking a hot, wet stripe across the sensitive ring of muscle. He drags histongue in a lazy, agonizing trail, making me writhe in his grip and fist my fingers in his damp hair.

“Fucking tease,” I choke.

“How’s it feel?” he chuckles, his breath puffing warm and delicious over the wet path his tongue has just forged against my skin.

He doesn’t tease me for long, though. Soon, he’s lapping at my hole like a starved man, the tip of his tongue pushing just far enough inside to make me curse and moan like a whore. The rough scratch of his stubble against my inner thighs sends a shiver burning through me, heat blooming all the way down my aching legs.

My cock leaks against my belly, hard and entirely neglected, until Marcus eventually takes pity on me and takes his magic mouth higher, laving over my balls and up the throbbing length of me.

The image of him taking the head of my cock into his mouth and pressing two fingers inside me in unison, and the shot of pure pleasure that accompanies it, will be burned into my memory until I die.