Page 19 of Training the Alpha

His eyes are dark and focused, pupils blown wide, when I reach over to the nightstand for lube. His cock is hard and leaking against his stomach—and maybe it’s our scents mixing together in my own space, or maybe it’s the vivid memory of watching him dance, so powerful and totally in control—but I’m suddenly hit with a wave of desire that’s completely different from the possessive, dominant lust I’m used to.

“C’mere.” I drop the small bottle on the mattress, falling onto the bed and tugging him on top of me, needing to feel his grounding weight everywhere. Our legs slot together, and I groan brokenly as Alex wraps a hand around my cock, stroking me in slow, deliberate pulls.

He slides his shaft against mine, rutting our cocks together feverishly, moving down to roll my balls between his fingers as I spit in my hands and take over stroking us together.

“Fuck,” I whisper as his lips ghost over my jaw, angling my hips up. “Lower, Alex.”

He glances at me through thick lashes, heat and surprise registering on his pretty features. “Shit. You want my fingers?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

My heart is like a hummingbird’s as he trails a fingertip around my hole, sending a shiver up my spine. I gasp, my head dropping back against the pillows, and Alex grins wickedly. “You like that.”

“I really do.”

“It wasn’t a question, Marcus,” he says, his eyes burning when he looks down at me. He lets a thread of saliva fall from between his lips to where his fingers are still teasing me, rubbing the wetness across my rim and drawing a choked noise from me. My cock jumps against my belly. “You want more, alpha?”

I nod, suddenly desperate to have his fingers inside me. “Please.”

A wave of something deeply alpha corkscrews through me as he slides a finger inside, just up to the first knuckle. It’s sharp and territorial and wild, and when I force it down to allow Alex to push even deeper, the rebound is a sweet rush of pure heat that has my back arching and my breath coming in desperate puffs.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, my grip on our lengths slackening as my focus is pulled to the exquisite electricity shooting through my ass. My hips twitch against the mattress instinctively as Alex stretches me, grabbing the lube with his free hand and drizzling it over the place where his fingers and my hole meet so he can add a second finger alongside the first.

When he pushes in deep enough that the pads of his fingers graze the deep, hidden knot of tension inside me, I’m wracked with a full-body shudder, my tobacco and amber scent flaring thickly between us.

“Look at you,” Alex says, hooking one hand behind my knee so he can pull my leg up, opening me up completely to his gaze. The vulnerability makes me squirm, my cock throbbing. “So big and perfect, submitting to me so fucking nicely.”

His words make a growl rumble deep in my chest, but every sharp press of his fingers leaves me moaning and helpless. I hold on to Alex’s shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle as he leans down to press our foreheads together, an awed expression on his face that I’ve never seen before. It makes a warmth blossom in my chest that has nothing to do with the heat between my legs.

“Alex,” I breathe.

“Marcus,” he pants back, sounding amused and kind of amazed.

I clench my jaw as he pushes in deep again, precum leaking from my swollen head. “I want you inside me.”

His hand falters. He pulls his head back to look at me, his cheeks flushed and his blue eyes wide. And this might be the first time I’ve ever seen Alex Volkovflustered.

“Are you sure?” Mint and cedar and something darker bloom around me. “You want that?”

“I want you,” I say. “Don’t make me fucking beg for it, dancer.”

A slow, dangerous grin replaces his momentary shock, the dazzling confidence that’s always captivated me back in a flash. The slow drag of his slick fingers out of me sends an intense jolt of electricity through me. “Don’t tempt me, coach. Now turn around so I can blow your fucking mind.”

“Cocky,” I laugh breathlessly, moving so I’m on my knees and facing the headboard with Alex’s help.

“With good reason,” he says, tugging my hips back against his firmly. “You’ve seen what I can do with my body, right?”

I shiver hotly at the thought, imagining all that raw power being channeled intome. “Jesus, hurry up. I’m fucking aching over here.”

Alex laughs darkly, and I have no idea why that’s such a turn on. I hear him pop the cap of the lube, and the wet noise of him stroking it over his impressive cock. That he’s about to fuck me with.Goddamn.

“Need to get you nice and wet for me, alpha,” he teases, making me hiss when he smears more cool lube over my sensitive hole. “Brace yourself against the headboard and have a pillow ready to bite. Your alpha’s going to go into overdrive when I get inside you, but I promise you if you push through it you’ll come so fucking hard you’ll forget your own name.” I let out a quiet, desperate moan, and Alex kisses the back ofmy neck. “And tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. No alpha pride shit here.”

I nod, totally unable to speak, my alpha already restless under my skin but more painfully turned on than I’ve ever been. And then the blunt head of his cock is sliding over my entrance, his hand digging into the meat of my hip, and he’s surging forward, spearing me open on a deep groan that rattles me to my core.

He wasn’t wrong: submitting to him like this feels like setting my brain on fire. My knuckles are white on the headboard, every joint locking in a violent rejection of the intrusion and the heavy blanket of his scent that’s wrapped itself around me. My head drops between my shoulder blades as I fight the instinct to turn around and claw his eyes out, my teeth clamping down on the pillow that he shoves in front of me when he bottoms out.

“Oh fuck,” I rumble, suddenly aware that his hands have left my hips and are pinning mine to the headboard. “Fuck.”