Page 106 of Alpha Mates

We both groan as familiar pleasure surges between us. Julian doesn’t hesitate to grind down on me, plastering every inch of himself to me, while I rock up to meet him, our hips finding a brutal rhythm. He drives his tongue into my mouth, exploring it until I’m drunk on him.

My canines push free as I slide my hands down his back, dragging my nails along his spine, making him arch against me. He hums against my lips, but when my hands sink past his waistband and grab his ass, it turns into a breathless moan.

By the time we’re rutting hard against each other, we’re barely kissing anymore—just breathing against each other’s lips, grabbing at every inch we can reach.

“Aiden,” Julian pants, pulling back to rest his head on my shoulder.

My balls tighten at the sound of my name on his tongue, and when he mouths at my neck, the thin shred of control I’m clinging to nearly snaps.

“We … shouldn’t … not outside,” he whispers, faltering every time my fingers dig into his ass.

“No? That’s a shame,” I pant, kissing his neck gently. “I like the outdoors.”

He sits up, glaring at me. With those dazed eyes and slightly swollen lips, he looks like a tainted angel, and I’m not even done ruining him.

“Let’s go home,” I whisper as I bring my hands to his hips. “So we can continue there. That’s indoors, right?”

Julian’s cheeks tinge pink, and I have to suppress the growl that warms my chest as he shakes his head. “We’ve got work to do,” he breathes. “We have a meeting with the elders, and then another before the Lunar Moon Festival. It’s coming up and they’ll expect a lot for our first joint one.”

“We also need to shower first, right?” I ask while I tease the soft skin under his shirt’s hem. “Let’s go home and do that together.”

“Aiden,” he groans, but I can tell he’s already giving in.

I smirk. “Come on, Jewels.”

“We don’t have time.”

Julian’s stance remains the same the whole way to his place, until the second I shove the front door closed behind me. Then we’re all hands and mouths as we stumble into the house together.

I can’t think beyond him, and I don’t want to. I just want to get lost in his scent and warmth forever, and I think I just might, until someone clears their throat.

We tear our lips apart but keep a firm grip on each other until we spot both of our parents sitting in our living room.

Well, shit.

We separate, all arousal dissipating with our parents sitting there looking at us as if we’re the ones intruding. My eyes dart around for my shades, spotting a pair on the counter, but before I can grab them, Julian slips his fingers in mine and keeps me at his side.

I glance at him, but his face is unreadable and cold, like it always used to be. But he’d started smiling with me, laughing, and then sharing that softer side with others. His parents drag those walls back up, and I glare at them all for already causing shit.

It’s annoying enough to see my parents, but Julian’s? I can feel my rage mounting. It’s been a week since they up and left without permission, and though I’ve been trying my best to make Julian ignore it, they’re here now, throwing out any hopes of keeping the ruse up.

“Julian. Aiden,” his mother greets, standing and adorning the same smile I’ve seen her plaster on for years. It’s harder to buy when the last time I saw her, she was digging her nails into my skin. “I’m glad to see you two have grown closer since we left.”

I’d love to demonstrate exactly how much closer we’ve grown, but odds were, Julian wouldn’t appreciate that.

“What are you doing here?” I ask instead, sliding my narrowed gaze over to my parents. The last time I saw my mother, it hadn’t been pleasant, but I hadn’t seen my father since the coronation. He didn’t look any less pissed than he’d been that night.

“Michael and Beth just returned,” my mother supplies, as if that alone explains it. If anything, it’s a bleak reminder of how majorly they fucked up.

“Yes,” Julian says slowly while his fingers tighten around mine. “I trust it was an enjoyable vacation.”

Familiar ice-blue eyes sharpen as his mother fixes him with a glare. “It was not a vacation,” she replies crisply. “We were visiting our pack’s outer representatives.”

“So I heard from my beta,” he replies, his tone still carefully slow to the point that it’s almost mocking. “I will need a full report.”

“Yes, we have much to tell you,” his father interjects, already moving towards Julian’s study. “I think we should talk.”

“As should we, son,” my own father echoes, gesturing to the empty chairs.