Page 13 of Swipe Right on the Alpha (Fur Real Love #1)
Hours later, they sat on the couch before the fireplace, empty mugs on the coffee table bearing evidence of their lengthy conversation. Dylan had explained werewolf biology, pack dynamics, the broader supernatural world, and answered Aiden’s increasingly specific questions with patient detail.
“So the app matched us because…?” Aiden asked, legs curled beneath him as he faced Dylan.
“Compatibility on multiple levels—physical, emotional, psychological,” Dylan explained. “But also something more metaphysical that science hasn’t quite explained. Something our wolves recognize instinctively.”
“Hence the sniffing when we first met,” Aiden noted with a hint of amusement.
Dylan looked sheepish. “Your scent was… perfect. My wolf knew immediately.”
“While I was completely oblivious, thinking you were just socially awkward,” Aiden mused. “Though in fairness, you are also that.”
“Thanks,” Dylan said dryly, though his eyes crinkled with humor.
A comfortable silence fell between them, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Outside, the nearly-full moon illuminated the forest through the large windows. Aiden found his gaze drawn to it with new understanding of its significance in Dylan’s life.
“What happens now?” he asked finally, the question encompassing far more than just the immediate future.
Dylan considered carefully before answering. “Whatever you want. I can take you home tomorrow. Give you space to process everything. Or you can stay, learn more. There’s no rush for decisions, Aiden. Despite what those idiots implied tonight, you’re not obligated to anything.”
The care in those words, the explicit acknowledgment of Aiden’s choice in the matter, settled something in his chest that had been fluttering with uncertainty.
“And if I stayed?” he asked, voice dropping lower. “If I wanted to see more of… all of you?”
Dylan’s breath caught audibly. “What are you asking, exactly?”
Aiden moved closer on the couch, decision crystallizing as he spoke. “You’ve been holding back. Careful. Controlled. I want to know what it’s like when you don’t have to hide.”
“Aiden,” Dylan’s voice held warning. “That’s not something to take lightly.”
“I’m not,” Aiden assured him, now close enough that their knees touched. “But I’ve been with human Dylan for a month. I’m curious about werewolf Dylan.”
“They’re not separate entities,” Dylan said softly. “Just different aspects of the same person.”
“Then show me that person,” Aiden challenged, reaching out to touch Dylan’s face. “All of him.”
The tension that had been building between them since the forest clearing finally broke.
Dylan surged forward, capturing Aiden’s mouth in a kiss that contained none of his usual careful restraint.
His hands gripped Aiden’s waist with firm possession, pulling him closer until Aiden found himself straddling Dylan’s lap.
The kiss was different from their previous encounters—wilder, more demanding, with an edge of something primal that sent heat coursing through Aiden’s body. When they separated for breath, Dylan’s eyes had taken on that amber glow, though his features remained human.
“This is what you do to me,” Dylan murmured, one hand sliding into Aiden’s hair to grip gently. “Even before you knew. My control around you has been hanging by a thread since that first date.”
“Then let it snap,” Aiden suggested, rolling his hips deliberately against the hardness he could feel forming beneath him.
Dylan growled—an actual growl that vibrated through his chest—and stood in one fluid motion, lifting Aiden with him as if he weighed nothing.
The display of strength sent a thrill through Aiden as Dylan carried him toward the bedroom, mouths reconnecting in hungry kisses that left no doubt about where this was heading.
When Dylan deposited him on the bed, Aiden noted the careful restraint returning to his movements as he hovered above him. “We can stop anytime,” Dylan assured him. “Just say the word.”
In answer, Aiden reached for the buttons of Dylan’s shirt, working them open with determined fingers. “Less talking, more showing,” he directed, echoing words from an earlier encounter that now held new meaning.
Dylan’s smile turned predatory in a way Aiden now recognized as his wolf rising closer to the surface. He allowed Aiden to remove his shirt before taking control, his movements more confident, less hesitant than in previous encounters.
“You’ve been holding back,” Aiden observed as Dylan made quick work of his clothing, stripping him with efficient desire.
“Trying not to scare you,” Dylan admitted, his own clothes joining Aiden’s on the floor. “Trying not to let my wolf push too fast.”
“And now?” Aiden asked, naked beneath Dylan’s hungry gaze.
“Now I don’t have to pretend,” Dylan said, lowering himself to cover Aiden’s body with his own. “Now you know what you’re getting into.”
The kiss that followed was consuming, Dylan’s mouth demanding a surrender Aiden was all too willing to give.
Where their previous encounters had been passionate but controlled, this was unleashed—Dylan’s hands seemingly everywhere at once, his mouth leaving a trail of heated kisses and gentle nips down Aiden’s neck and chest.
When Dylan’s teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot near his collarbone, Aiden gasped, arching into the contact. Dylan immediately paused, lifting his head with concern.
“Too much?”
“Not enough,” Aiden corrected, threading fingers through Dylan’s hair to guide him back. “I won’t break, remember?”
Something flashed in Dylan’s eyes—relief mixed with hunger. “Tell me if anything’s too intense,” he instructed before returning his attention to Aiden’s body with renewed purpose.
The difference was immediately apparent.
Dylan’s touches became firmer, more possessive, his mouth more demanding as it traveled down Aiden’s torso.
When he reached Aiden’s arousal, he didn’t tease as he had in previous encounters but took him deep immediately, drawing a startled cry of pleasure from Aiden’s lips.
The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat engulfing him completely while strong hands held his hips in place with unmistakable strength.
Dylan’s technique had always been skilled, but now there was an added intensity, a focus that suggested he was using enhanced senses to catalog every reaction, every subtle shift in Aiden’s responses.
“Dylan,” Aiden gasped, hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure built too quickly. “Wait—too good—”
Dylan pulled back, a satisfied expression on his face as he moved up Aiden’s body. “Turn over,” he directed, his voice deeper than usual. “Hands and knees.”
The commanding tone sent a fresh wave of arousal through Aiden. He complied eagerly, positioning himself as instructed, feeling unusually exposed yet thrillingly vulnerable.
Dylan’s hands stroked down his back with appreciation before gripping his hips. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of Aiden’s spine. “I’ve wanted you like this since the first night.”
Before Aiden could respond, Dylan’s mouth was traveling lower, his intentions unmistakable. The first stroke of his tongue against Aiden’s entrance drew a shocked, pleased sound from deep in Aiden’s throat.
“Oh god,” he breathed as Dylan’s tongue circled and probed with deliberate skill. “That’s—fuck—”
Dylan hummed in approval, the vibration adding to the sensation as his tongue worked Aiden open with thorough attention.
One hand reached around to stroke Aiden’s cock in rhythm with the movements of his mouth, creating a dual assault of pleasure that had Aiden’s arms trembling with the effort of supporting himself.
Just when Aiden thought he might collapse from sensation, Dylan pulled back, reaching for the nightstand drawer for supplies. The brief respite allowed Aiden to catch his breath, though anticipation kept his body humming with need.
The sound of a cap clicking open was followed by the cool sensation of lube as Dylan’s fingers replaced his tongue, stretching and preparing with careful attention despite the obvious urgency of his desire.
When those fingers curved to press against Aiden’s prostate, his back arched involuntarily, a broken moan escaping his lips.
“There,” Dylan murmured with satisfaction, repeating the motion to draw another helpless sound from Aiden. “I love how responsive you are. How beautifully you show me exactly what you need.”
The praise sent an unexpected wave of pleasure through Aiden, his cock twitching visibly where it hung heavy between his legs. Dylan noticed, because of course he did, and his next words were pitched lower, more deliberate.
“You like that? Hearing how perfect you are for me? How your body was made for my touch?”
“Yes,” Aiden admitted, beyond pride or pretense. “Please, Dylan—I need you inside me.”
Dylan’s fingers withdrew carefully, and Aiden heard the sound of the lube bottle again. Then Dylan was positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Aiden’s prepared entrance with gentle insistence.
The initial breach was always intense, but this time felt different—more significant somehow, as if they were crossing a threshold beyond the merely physical.
Dylan pressed forward with careful control until he was fully seated, his chest coming to rest against Aiden’s back as he paused to let him adjust.
“Okay?” Dylan murmured against his ear, one arm wrapped around Aiden’s chest in a possessive hold.
“More than okay,” Aiden assured him, turning his head to seek Dylan’s mouth in an awkward but passionate kiss.
When Dylan began to move, it was with a confidence and power that his previous careful lovemaking had only hinted at.
Each thrust was perfectly aimed, his knowledge of Aiden’s body evident in the way he angled to hit exactly where Aiden needed him most. The pace built gradually from measured to intense, Dylan’s control evident even in his unleashed passion.