Page 26 of Alphas Never Hide (Willow Lake Supernaturals #5)

Chapter Twenty-Six

HAYDEN

Ryley was gorgeous.

I was standing over him, so you’d think I would feel in control, but I was at his mercy. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but I didn’t hate it. He peered up at me over the top of his cute little glasses. His gaze held mine as he extended his wet tongue and tapped it against the tip of my cock. I shuddered at the soft, warm touch. My fingers tightened in his hair, but I didn’t tug him closer.

He grinned up at me as he pulled away. My cock throbbed and strained toward him, eager for more. Anything . A touch, a lick, the heat of his breath. I didn’t care what. I just needed something .

“ Let’s get you naked,” he said.

I stepped back, so I had room to stoop and take off my shoes and socks before pushing off my jeans. I straightened with the intention of diving straight into bed with him, but then I saw him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. He was still wearing his glasses, as I’d requested. I didn’t know why those glasses were such a turn on, but they were.

His legs were still open from where I’d stood between them a moment ago. His ruddy cock jutted out from his hips. He was as hard as I was. I licked my lips. Yes . That’s what I wanted. I dropped to my knees between his legs.

“ Hayden .” My name fell like a whispered prayer from his tongue, full of awe and wonder and hope.

“ I want to taste you.” Normally I’d have sucked him down—because, seriously, who didn’t love a blow job—but something held me back. I wanted his permission. Not because I didn’t think he’d like it, but because…

Fuck . I didn’t know why.

That was a lie. I wanted his permission because some part of me thought he wanted that control, and I wanted to give it to him. My stomach clenched at the realization. Because I was always in control of things, even when I didn’t want to be. It’d only get worse now that I was the Alpha of Willow Lake , all in caps.

“ Hey ,” he whispered, reaching out to cup my face in his hand. “ I don’t know where you went just now, but nothing will happen in here that you don’t want. I want to make you feel good.”

I nodded.

“ Good . Now , you have a choice. You can taste me, like you asked. Or you can crawl up on the bed and let me get to know you.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“ I want to taste you,” I repeated. I wanted it so badly I was salivating. I didn’t know if it was a wolf thing or a me thing, but I needed to coat myself in his scent both inside and out. I needed to press my nose against those most intimate places on his body and breathe him in.

His eyes, with their pupils already blown wide with lust, held mine for a moment. Then he nodded. “ Whatever you want.”

He widened his legs and leaned back, giving me more access to his cock. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. I licked my lips again. Everything about his scent was intoxicating, from his arousal to his pre-cum to his sweat. And under all those, his own unique aroma was there, reminding me of the wild prairie lands along the east side of town. Grasses , sage, and clover all mixed together with the musky perfume of his arousal had become my very own aphrodisiac.

My pulse raced as I leaned forward and pressed my face to his chest. I’d wanted to start right at the apex of his legs with my nose against his sac until we both groaned, which I doubted would take much, but I also didn’t want to rush this. I’d get to his cock soon, just not yet.

I couldn’t count on this lasting, whatever it was that was between us, so I wanted to savor it, savor Ryley , while he was here.

My lips brushed against his nipple, and his breath caught. My tongue lapped at his throat, and his pulse jumped. My hand gripped his hips, and he wrapped his legs around me. Without clothes to hide or obscure, the perfume of our arousal and pre-cum blossomed and exploded between us. I wanted to bathe in the scent of his want for me.

“ Hayden .” He said my name like a plea as he sat up on his elbows .

“ Hmm ?”

“ Come join me on the bed.”

“ Not yet,” I whispered in his ear. I pushed him, urging him to his back again. He resisted for a moment before surrendering. I looked down at him, sprawled across the crisp white linen. His dark hair was a mess from when I’d gripped it earlier. His glasses skewed and fogged up. He was panting, flushed, and sexy as fuck. I wanted to devour him, worship him, do anything he asked. But mostly, I wanted to leave no doubt in his mind that I desired him, that I wanted him in my life, that all those other people before me were wrong to have let him go, because he was everything and more.

Instead , I did what I’d been dreaming about since I saw him naked on the bed. I leaned forward and nuzzled his balls. This stretch of heated skin was intoxicating, heavy with his scent. His cock bobbed up and nudged my forehead.

“ Do it,” he said. “ Suck me.”

He wasn’t begging. Not exactly, anyway. His words sounded more like a command. A delicious shiver rolled over me. I’d do anything he asked. Anything at all.

I glanced up and found him watching me.

“ Whatever you wish,” I whispered.

It was a promise, although he probably didn’t know that. But I instinctively knew that of anyone in my life—and I had a lot of good people in my life somehow—this man would never abuse my trust. Not intentionally.

“ Hayden .” This time, he spoke my name like his own promises to me: I’ll never let you go, I’ll never leave, I’ll never abandon you .

It had to be because of the intimacy of this moment. Promises made in bed weren’t to be trusted, I knew that, but my eyes still burned anyway, for what felt like the billionth time tonight. I swallowed and nodded, then I pulled my gaze away from his, unable to hold it a second longer. I was too raw. Too vulnerable. I wasn’t ready for all of that. Not yet.

I wondered if I ever would be. I was too damaged.

“ Hayden ?”

I didn’t answer. Not with words. I took his length in my mouth, needing to taste him and pleasure him and show him everything I couldn’t say aloud.

He groaned. His hips tried to buck, but I held him in place.

I licked him, sucked him, and stroked him until his pleasure burst across my tongue. He collapsed against the bed.

He groaned again. “ That wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

“ You didn’t want it?”

“ That’s not what I meant,” he said. “ But I wanted to make you come to pieces, and then you did it to me instead.”

I grinned against his leg. “ We don’t have to end things here.”

He raised his head to look at me. He was grinning as he adjusted his glasses. “ I like the way you think.”