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Then suddenly, he locked eyes with someone across the floor.
Wyatt.
Zach's breath caught at the sight of him. That intense, hungry gaze was unmistakable, pinning Zach in place. He was leaning against the wall, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, and he was watching Zach with an inscrutable expression.
Zach disentangled himself from the grasping hands of the man grinding on him without a second thought, drawn like a magnet to Wyatt's presence. The sea of faceless bodies parted for him, and as he moved through the crowd, Wyatt's eyes never left him.
As Zach drew closer, he took in every detail of Wyatt's appearance. His strong jaw dusted with stubble, those strong hands that had itched to close on Zach's body. The way his shirt clung to every ridge and valley of muscle. No gym-grown glory muscles here; just raw, brutal strength.
Zach's mouth went dry. He could see the appreciation in Wyatt's heated gaze as it roamed over Zach's body in return.
"Didn't expect to see you here," Wyatt rumbled, his deep voice barely audible over the music. Zach shivered at the sound.
"I could say the same about you," Zach shot back.
Wyatt stepped closer, so near that Zach could feel the heat radiating off his powerful frame. Strong hands came to rest on Zach's hips, gripping possessively. Claiming him in the midst of the writhing crowd.
"Dance with me," Wyatt commanded, his breath hot against Zach's ear. It wasn't a request. Zach let himself be guided into the rhythm of Wyatt's body, skin buzzing everywhere they made contact.
They moved as one, Zach's lithe form undulating against Wyatt's muscular bulk. As he ground his ass back against Wyatt's body, he could feel the hard ridge of Wyatt's cock pressing against him, taking his breath away. Wyatt's big hands gripped his hips, guiding them together. Zach let his head fall back against Wyatt's shoulder, eyes closed, surrendering completely to the beat.
The rest of the club fell away. Zach was lost in sensation, hyper-aware of each place their bodies connected. The heat of Wyatt's skin searing him everywhere they touched. Zach rocked his ass wantonly against Wyatt's hardness, earning a low groan that he felt vibrate through him.
Strong fingers slid beneath the hem of Zach's shirt, splaying over his taut stomach. Zach gasped at the skin-on-skin contact, arching into Wyatt's touch, needing more. Wyatt's other hand wrapped around the front of Zach's chest, settling just above his heart — not grabbing him, just holding him in place. Keeping Zach where he wanted him. Zach sucked in a breath, trapped between the hard planes of Wyatt's body and that big hand around his vulnerable throat. He'd never been more turned on.
He wondered distantly if Wyatt could feel his racing pulse, his body's betrayal of just how affected he was.
How much he wanted him.
Zach melted back against Wyatt's chest, surrendering completely, and let his eyes drift shut as he gave himself over to sensation. The rest of the crowded, pulsing club melted away. All that existed was Wyatt's heat and strength enveloping him. Zach ground back shamelessly against Wyatt's cock.
Zach's mind drifted, remembering what it had felt like to have that thick cock in his mouth. The weight of it on his tongue, so hot and velvety smooth. He remembered the musky masculine scent of Wyatt surrounding him as he knelt between those powerful thighs. How Wyatt had groaned at Zach's expert touch, so different from the usual cocky aloofness he projected.
In those moments with Zach's lips wrapped around him, Wyatt had seemed almost feral. A barely caged beast, muscles tense, fists clenched. His eyes were pure heat as he watched Zach suck him off. Like he was using every ounce of his formidable willpower to keep from grabbing Zach and fucking him raw.
But he didn't. Wyatt had let Zach set the pace, let him tease and explore. He restrained that animal need because Zach asked him to. The memory made Zach ache deep inside, in places he didn't know could feel.
Wyatt made him feel something foreign, something both terrifying and exhilarating. Zach didn't have words for it yet. All he knew was that when Wyatt looked at him, Zach felt less hollow inside.
Zach pressed closer against Wyatt's muscular frame, chasing that nameless feeling. Wyatt's hands flexed on his hips, pulling him in tighter. Zach could feel the rumble of Wyatt's groan against his back. He smiled to himself, drunk on this newfound power. The power to unravel a man like Wyatt, however briefly.
This was uncharted territory, but Zach found himself unafraid of where it might lead. For once, he felt anchored in the present moment instead of drifting untethered.
And then, Wyatt pulled away. Zach whipped around, suddenly terrified he'd done something wrong — but Wyatt was just scowling at his phone. The screen was lit up with an incoming call.
"I need to take this," Wyatt said. He gave Zach a look that brooked no disobedience. "You stay here."
No-one ordered Zach around like a dog. "Maybe I will," he said. "Maybe I won't."
Wyatt shot him a look of warning, but turned to leave. Zach watched as he slipped through the crowd towards the exit, phone already pressed to his ear.
Those parting words echoed in his mind:Stay. Like he belonged to Wyatt.
The command sent a secret thrill through Zach even as it rankled his pride. He bristled at being ordered around… but at the same time, Wyatt's easy assumption of control called to that deeply submissive part of himself that Zach usually kept locked down tight.
Zach knew he should turn and walk away right now. Leave this club and never look back. Whatever this thing with Wyatt was, it was dangerous — to his freedom, his heart and, going by the bruises that Wyatt wore, maybe even his life.
But as Zach watched Wyatt's powerful form disappear out of the Swan's front door, he knew there was no walking away. He was in too deep already. Leaving now would be like tearing off a limb.
