Page 123 of Alpha Heat

“You planning to fuck me, Monhundy?” Xan asked, slamming the car door behind him. He was soaked through, and still the rain came down. The windshield wipers waved desperately across the glass—like a warning, like they were begging Xan to get out of the car.

Monhundy looked at Xan, up and down, and then grinned an ugly, violent smile. “The betas complain when I hurt them. But you don’t.”

Xan’s heart galloped hard. “You like how I take it, don’t you?”

“I like when you cry.”

“Take me home then. Make me cry.”

Monhundy stared at him. “My omega’s home.”

Xan shrugged. “My place. Mine’s not.”

“You’re sick, aren’t you, Xan? And you need my cock.”

Xan choked, but whispered, “Just make it hurt.”

“Oh, I’ll hurt you,” Monhundy growled. “I’ll hurt you so good.” He put his hand on Xan’s thigh, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

The car pulled away from the curb. The rain came down even harder.

By the time they reached Xan’s dark and silent house, Monhundy was breathing heavily and his pants were distorted by his large erection.

Xan sat very still in the passenger seat, his blood pumping wildly and a kind of giddy terror flooding him. Was he really going to do this? Was he out of his mind?

It was the middle of the night. The rain hadn’t eased, still the torrent that had burst over Xan’s head in the Calitan District. The tapping of it on the roof and hood of the car rattled Xan’s nerves, and he clenched his fists, trying to calm himself.

“Surprised to admit it, but I missed your tight ass,” Monhundy bit out, like he loathed the words and himself for saying it. “Saw you that night in Virona. Shot right to my dick. I got hard as a rock.”

“That was awkward for your opponent during your match, I’m sure,” Xan said tightly, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He shook all over from the wet, cold rain and his adrenaline rush.

“Fuck you.” Monhundy lifted his hand from where he still gripped Xan’s thigh when he didn’t need it to change gears. “Fuck. You.” He pounded Xan’s chest with his fist, knocking a gasp out of him and leaving a new, aching place on his body to match the ones he’d gathered from his father.

Nothing to lose. Not a damned thing to lose.

Except his life. And he had to admit he didn’t want to lose that. Not anymore.

The car idled by the curb. Monhundy huffed and ripped open his pants. “Suck me.”

Xan stared down at Monhundy’s giant cock, the head wet with pre-come and his foreskin drawn back tightly beneath the exposed head. There was a time when he wouldn’t have needed to be told twice. A time when he’d have sucked Monhundy down and been grateful for it.

“Inside,” Xan said, shaking his head. “The neighbors will see.”

Monhundy grimaced. “Let them.” He cuffed Xan’s cheek. “Mouth open, slut.”

Xan shook his head. “Inside.”

Monhundy snarled, grabbed Xan’s curls, and pulled him toward his lap.

“Do you want me to bite it off?” Xan growled.

Monhundy let go of him, eyes going narrow and cruel. “Inside, you say? Fine. We’ll go inside. Where you’ll pay for that threat.”

Xan nodded, and the two of them exited the car. Monhundy didn’t bother zipping up his pants. His cock swung in the open air, and he stroked it at Xan menacingly on the empty, nighttime street in front of Xan’s house.

Xan’s knees shook so hard he was afraid he’d collapse, but he walked up the steps and tried to get his quivering hand to bring his keys from his pocket.

Monhundy was right behind him, shoving his cock against the back of Xan’s pants. The neighborhood was asleep. The rain still came down, slipping down the side of Xan’s face as he fumbled in his pocket, the key somehow evasive while his heart thundered and sweat broke over his wet skin.