throat. Why the fuck he was reenacting this scene with Liam he didn’t know. The wolves hadn’t wanted sex. God knows what they had wanted. Alec still couldn’t make sense of the nightmare, despite the way his mind had returned to that scene again and again. Liam proved to be as strong as the wolves had been but, unlike them, took care not to hurt Alec.
Liam is here, not wolves. Alec tried to hold the panic in check. He’d stopped wrestling and so had Liam. To Alec’s mortification, he realized he was gasping with fear while Liam held him close and made shushing noises, trying to soothe with his body and his voice. As if to bring Alec full circle, though Liam couldn’t know, he dipped down his golden head and kissed the ugly scar. Licked it, and Alec shuddered.
Liam raised his face. “Is this how you usually have sex?”
“Just with you.” Alec could barely get the words past his thick throat.
“It doesn’t have to be like this.” The longing in Liam’s face made Alec shiver.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” The words escaped before Alec could stop them. Liam’s gaze, gold and dark with desire, was too much and Alec looked away.
Liam sank into him, nuzzling his neck.
“You sure do like my neck,” Alec muttered. “And, you know, I don’t know what’s wrong with you either.”
Liam brought his mouth to touch Alec’s, lips pressing, testing a little. He lightly bit Alec’s lower lip.
“Okay.” Liam eased back, no longer holding Alec down and Alec—there was something perverse in him today—shoved Liam to the side, ready to fight again. Liam rolled, Alec came on top and Liam wrapped his arms around Alec. His stiff cock pressed against Liam’s stomach.
“Let go, or I’ll headbutt you,” Alec warned.
“You wouldn’t hurt me.” Liam lifted his head to kiss and Alec pulled back. Liam was an idiot. Or not, because Alec couldn’t bring himself to actually slam his forehead against Liam. He just held himself stiffly above, still captured in Liam’s arms. It wouldn’t take much for Liam to wiggle down, get his cock free of Alec’s weight and press against his butt. The idea made him harder.
But Liam rolled again, trapping Alec on the floor and, before Alec could complain, Liam’s tongue swept through his mouth, demanding a response. Alec forced himself not to react. Liam retreated, though not entirely, coaxing Alec to respond with lips and tongue. Gentle, insistent, firm, Liam was trying to make love. He took his weight off Alec and used his hands to cradle Alec’s face as they kissed. Something within Alec broke. He groaned, opened his mouth to give Liam better access and Liam plundered.
Alec’s mind floated free of the past year. A hand caressed his neck, another skimmed along his side as Liam shifted downwards. Alec trembled and he no longer cared if he was bottom or top as long as Liam touched him and kissed him and made him forget everything else. He wondered if Liam could feel the desperation in his response.
At one point, Liam tried to rise and Alec wouldn’t let go, holding him in the kiss, a hand at the back of Liam’s head. When Liam broke off the kiss entirely, Alec reached for him a little wildly, and Liam pulled him up to sitting. Wrapping himself around Liam, Alec brought his mouth to Liam’s neck and bit.
Liam yelped and Alec licked.
“I want to fuck you,” said Liam apologetically and pushed against Alec’s butt to show him. “I’ve condom and lube in my hand.”
“Then fuck me.”
So Liam had not come here without hope. He suited up while Alec slid down to nip through Liam’s T-shirt, teeth grazing nipple. Liam, who obviously wanted to be in control here, drew Alec up to position him.
Alec’s butthole settled on Liam’s cock and he stiffened. It was going to hurt because Alec just didn’t know how to relax tonight.
“Okay, it’s okay.” Liam’s warm hands held Alec securely.
Liam didn’t charge in though Alec felt the tremor as Liam held himself in
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