Page 14 of Swipe Right on the Alpha (Fur Real Love #1)

What was different was the vocalization—Dylan’s usual restrained sounds giving way to more primal noises, growls and rumbles that vibrated through his chest where it pressed against Aiden’s back.

His hands gripped with more strength, his teeth occasionally grazing Aiden’s shoulder or neck in ways that sent shivers of pleasure-pain through his body.

“Mine,” Dylan growled against his ear during a particularly deep thrust, the word sending an unexpected surge of pleasure through Aiden. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Aiden gasped without hesitation, the admission feeling right in a way he couldn’t explain. “God, Dylan—all yours.”

The response triggered something in Dylan—his rhythm faltered momentarily before resuming with increased intensity. One hand slid from Aiden’s hip to wrap around his neglected cock, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts in a way that had Aiden seeing stars.

“Close,” Aiden warned, his body tightening around Dylan as pleasure built toward an inevitable peak. “So close—don’t stop—”

“Look at me,” Dylan commanded, slowing his movements just enough to allow Aiden to twist his head, meeting Dylan’s gaze over his shoulder.

What Aiden saw nearly pushed him over the edge immediately—Dylan’s eyes glowed amber in the dim room, his features partially shifted into that in-between state Aiden had witnessed earlier.

It should have been frightening, but instead was intensely erotic—the visual confirmation of how much Dylan desired him, how completely he’d surrendered to passion.

“Beautiful,” Aiden breathed, reaching back to touch Dylan’s transformed face.

The tender gesture seemed to break something in Dylan.

His thrusts became more urgent, less controlled, the arm around Aiden’s chest tightening as his mouth found the juncture of neck and shoulder.

As Aiden’s orgasm hit with devastating intensity, Dylan’s teeth pressed against his skin—not breaking the surface but definitely marking, a claiming that stopped just short of the bond he’d described.

The dual sensation of Dylan’s teeth at his neck and hand on his cock pushed Aiden’s climax into near-painful intensity, his body clenching rhythmically around Dylan’s length as he spilled over the sheets below.

Dylan followed moments later, his growl vibrating against Aiden’s shoulder as he pulsed deep inside him, hips jerking with the force of his release.

For several long moments they remained frozen in that position, both breathing heavily in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Then, with careful movements, Dylan withdrew and guided Aiden to lie on his side, immediately curling around him in a protective embrace that felt both familiar and new in light of everything they’d shared.

As their breathing gradually slowed, Dylan’s features shifted back to fully human, though his arms remained firmly around Aiden, one hand stroking idle patterns on his hip.

“That was…” Aiden began, then laughed softly. “I don’t even have words.”

“Too much?” Dylan asked, a hint of vulnerability returning to his voice.

Aiden turned in his arms to face him properly. “Perfect,” he corrected, pressing a gentle kiss to Dylan’s lips. “Though I noticed you stopped short of the whole mate-bite thing.”

Dylan’s expression grew serious. “That’s not a decision to make in the heat of the moment. It’s permanent, Aiden. Life-changing. You need to be certain.”

The care behind those words, the respect for Aiden’s autonomy despite Dylan’s obvious desire, cemented something that had been forming in Aiden’s heart for weeks.

“And if I were certain?” he asked quietly. “If I decided I wanted that? The bond, the mate thing, all of it?”

Hope flared in Dylan’s eyes, though he maintained his composed expression. “Are you saying you are?”

“I’m saying I’m closer to certain than I ever expected to be about anyone,” Aiden admitted. “Werewolf revelation included. What I feel for you… it’s different. Important. The kind of thing I’ve never believed existed until now.”

Dylan’s hand came up to cradle Aiden’s face with reverent tenderness. “It exists,” he said softly. “What you’re feeling—what we’re both feeling—it’s real. The mate bond just formalizes what’s already there between us.”

“I still need time,” Aiden clarified. “To process all this supernatural stuff. But I’m not running away, Dylan. Not from you, not from this.”

The smile that spread across Dylan’s face was breathtaking in its sincerity. “That’s all I can ask for,” he said, pulling Aiden closer against his chest. “Time, honesty, and a chance to show you what being mine—being ours to each other—could really mean.”

As Aiden drifted toward sleep in the safety of Dylan’s arms, he found himself contemplating a future he’d never imagined—one that included full moons, pack gatherings, and a bond that transcended ordinary human connection. It should have terrified him. Instead, it felt strangely like coming home.

His last conscious thought before sleep claimed him was simple but profound: I think I could love him—wolf and all.