Page 41 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

“Cold showers. Baseball. Shane’s dirty socks.”

That last one seemed to do the trick, my dick softening and the sizzle in my veins receding.

Fate wanted to torment me. My door creaked open. Musk and clove cut with an undercurrent of caramel and me. Behind it, Mia’s perfume hovered, her sweet slick causing me beautiful misery.

Ty stood there, illuminated by the hall light. I adjusted my hardening length. The sight undid me.

He looked debauched.

Strands of rumpled, wild hair fell over his brow, appearing as if a hand had raked through it one too many times. The dark button-up was half undone, revealing a lithe torso dusted with a smattering of hair.

A glazed hue turned his eyes hazy as his fingers danced over his lips.

I sat up, straightening my shoulders.

“Come here.”

I curled two fingers, beckoning my beta to me with a raspy command.

He didn’t hesitate, crawling onto the bed on his knees. My pulse hammered, my mouth watering. Shallow breaths made Ty’s chest rise and fall, each motion teasing me.

My hand curled around his throat, my thumb stroking Shane’s bond mark before grazing over my own. Ty shivered, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered shut.

Unable to resist, I pulled him in, crushing my lips to his. He melted into my touch, going pliant as I took what I wanted. I groaned into his mouth, devouring the heady combination of him and Mia on his lips.

My fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him back.

“How was your date?” I rasped against his lips.

I didn’t lose control. Not ever. But I was on the edge, closer to it than I had ever been.

“Everything. She’s perfect, Jason.”

“She is.”

My alpha roared, demanding me to claim and protect. Ty watched me with blown pupils, his erection aching in his jeans. I pinched his chin, my thumb tugging on his lower lip.

“Are you going to be a good boy for daddy tonight, or do I have to deal with a brat?”

Goosebumps erupted over Ty’s exposed skin, a pretty shade of pink flushing his skin. Mischief flickered in his gaze before he dipped his chin, looking up at me through thick lashes.

“I’ll be good,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and devotion.

This man knew how to destroy me. While I enjoyed Ty’s brattiness, there was something alluring about this version of him. The one who submitted to me. The one who trusted me with everything.

It was an honor to have that kind of devotion from a man like Ty.

My voice dropped an octave.

“Then open your mouth and suck my cock. If you do a good job, I’ll fuck you after until you’re coming all over the sheets. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He lowered onto his hands and knees, the pure need to please nearly glowing in his brilliant eyes. The tip of his tongue swept over his lips as his fingers dipped into the waistband of my briefs, tugging them down.

My aching cock sprung free, beads of pre-cum glistening along the head. I anchored my grip in Ty’s hair. My other hand closed around my dick, stroking it, easing some of the tension.

He flicked his tongue over the head, and stars exploded in my vision. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come before he even started. Both my hands burrowed in his hair, encouraging him to take all of me.