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My lips parted and I leaned in. I let out the quietest whimper. Imperceptible to human ears, but Jack wasn’t entirely human.

Jack gripped the back of my head and pulled me closer. His lips hovered over mine.

“Connor,” he said.

I whimpered louder now. Why wasn’t he kissing me? Why wasn’t he dragging me into his room and doing wicked things to my body? I couldn’t be more obvious that I wanted this. Could I?

I swayed, letting my body rock toward him. He steadied me with a hand on my hip, while the other still gripped the nape of my neck. I let out a whine, and he smiled, his eyes flashing with mischief now. Meanwhile, I was dying. I needed him. I ached for him in ways I didn’t know were possible.

“Connor, is there something you want?” he said.

I groaned. Fuck, there were so many things I wanted. But this wasn’t even a date, not really. I mean, we weren’t getting any younger, and I wasn’t a prude, but I usually liked to have at least one date with a guy before we hopped into bed. For Jack, though, I’d forgo all of those steps. As long as it wasn’t just a one-time thing. I didn’t want a hook-up, I wanted it all. Every day and every night. And yes, I recognized the insanity of that.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you, please.” The plea tumbled from my lips.

I fell into him, knowing that he wouldn’t let me fall. His lips met mine, and I melted.

He caught me. Like I knew he would.

His lips covered mine, and he held me against him. My hard cock pressed against his hip. He backed me up until we hit the couch, then we both fell backward.

He landed on top of me with a thud, his warm body covering me like a blanket.

My lips never left his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close to me. His taste consumed me. I wanted him naked, on top of me, under me, in me. Everything.

Jack’s hips ground into mine. “Fuck, Connor.”

“Yes. Please! Don’t fucking stop.” It was fast, too fast. I wanted to savor it, to make it last.

Instead, we were making out on the couch like randy teenagers, ready to blow our load into our jeans. It had been years, decades, since I’d done anything like this. I couldn’t get enough. My hips bucked into Jack’s, our denim-clad cocks seeking friction, release, anything that felt good. Everything about him felt good.

Jack lifted his lips from mine and trailed kisses down my neck, sucking on my skin, and I moaned. “Harder,” I said. I craved his teeth in me.

He’d leave marks. But I wanted them. I may show up to work looking like a teenager who stayed out past curfew and let their boyfriend get fresh with them, but I didn’t care. I wanted his mouth on me, his marks on me. I wanted others to know that I belonged to him.

Fuck, what was happening to me? I was my own person. I’d never been one to be possessive and clingy, and it certainly wasn’t something I sought out in a partner. Yet with Jack, I didn’t feel like I was myself without him. I needed him like I needed air.

With a nip of his teeth against my skin, I saw spots. Fireworks burst behind my eyes and my hips jerked.

“Connor.” Jack’s strangled voice threw me over the edge, and I came in my pants like a high school freshman on homecoming night.

“Fuck,” I shouted, hoping to hell that Jack’s daughter didn’t choose now to come visit.

Jack captured my lips again and his hand gripped my neck. His hips ground into mine, his whole body covering me. His strangled cry told me that his release was coming soon.

“Alpha,” I said, though I didn’t know why or where the word came from.

Jack crashed his lips over mine in a bruising kiss and groaned as his release rippled through him. His breath was hot against me when he finally lifted his lips. The world faded away until it was just Jack and me. In this moment, we didn’t care about what the future held or what questions we had left unanswered. We could just be us. Whatever that looked like in the moment.

“Holy fuck,” I said after a long moment of us breathing heavily against one another.

“Indeed,” he said.

I hadn’t come that hard ever. And even though I was a sticky, sweaty mess, I wanted to do it again. Already my cock was rallying, twitching to life the more Jack moved.

He climbed off me and smiled down at me like he was proud of his handywork. He brushed a thumb over my neck which still throbbed from his bite. “Sorry about that,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m not,” I said, and I covered his hand with mine and touched my fingers to the bite mark. “I wanted it.” I stopped short of demanding more marks, even though that was what my body craved.