Page 6 of Swipe Right on the Alpha (Fur Real Love #1)

Unleashed, Dylan’s control transformed into something more primal. His thrusts became deeper, harder, maintaining perfect aim but adding a raw power that had Aiden seeing stars. The bed frame creaked in protest, headboard thumping against the wall with each powerful drive.

Aiden lost himself in the sensation, conscious thought giving way to pure feeling.

Dylan’s hands seemed to be everywhere—gripping his hips, stroking his cock, tangling in his hair to tilt his head for hungry kisses.

The sounds filling the room were animal in their intensity—skin slapping against skin, the wet slide of their connection, grunts and moans and half-formed words of encouragement.

“Close,” Aiden gasped after what could have been minutes or hours, his body tightening around Dylan. “So close, don’t stop—”

“Look at me,” Dylan commanded, his rhythm never faltering. “I want to see you.”

Aiden forced his eyes open, meeting Dylan’s gaze as his orgasm built to an inevitable peak. What he saw nearly pushed him over the edge immediately—Dylan’s pupils were blown wide, his expression a mixture of pleasure and something deeper, more significant than mere physical satisfaction.

“Dylan,” Aiden breathed, one hand coming up to touch Dylan’s face. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the raw physicality of their connection.

Something in Dylan’s expression cracked at the touch. He turned his face into Aiden’s palm, pressing a kiss there before meeting his eyes again. “Mine,” he whispered, the word barely audible but charged with meaning.

The possessiveness in that single word, combined with a particularly well-aimed thrust, sent Aiden hurtling over the edge.

His orgasm crashed through him with unexpected intensity, his body clenching around Dylan as he came untouched between them, painting both their torsos with evidence of his pleasure.

Dylan’s rhythm faltered as Aiden tightened around him.

His movements became erratic, powerful thrusts giving way to grinding pressure as he chased his own release.

When it hit, he buried his face against Aiden’s neck, a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl vibrating against Aiden’s skin as he pulsed deep inside him.

For several long moments, they remained frozen in that position, Dylan’s weight pressing Aiden into the mattress, both breathing heavily in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Aiden’s hands traced idle patterns on Dylan’s sweat-slicked back, enjoying the intimate connection despite the growing discomfort of their position.

Eventually, Dylan shifted, carefully withdrawing and rolling to the side, immediately pulling Aiden against his chest in a gesture that felt strangely protective.

Neither spoke as their breathing gradually returned to normal, the room quiet except for the distant sounds of the forest through the open window.

“That was…” Aiden finally began, then laughed softly. “I don’t even have words, and words are literally my job.”

Dylan’s arms tightened around him. “Good?” There was a vulnerability in the question that seemed at odds with the confidence he’d displayed moments before.

Aiden propped himself up on one elbow to look at Dylan properly. “Good doesn’t begin to cover it. That was… transcendent? Life-altering? Definitely top of my all-time greatest hits list.”

The smile that spread across Dylan’s face was breathtaking in its sincerity. “For me too,” he said simply, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Aiden’s forehead.

The tender gesture, more than anything that had preceded it, made something flutter dangerously in Aiden’s chest. He wasn’t used to this—the quiet intimacy after passion, the feeling of being truly seen rather than just desired.

“I should get cleaned up,” he said, suddenly needing a moment of space to process the unfamiliar emotions.

Dylan nodded, releasing him reluctantly. “Bathroom’s through there. Towels in the cabinet.”

In the privacy of the bathroom, Aiden examined his reflection as he cleaned himself. His hair was a disaster, lips swollen from kissing, and several marks were already forming on his neck and collarbone where Dylan’s mouth had been particularly enthusiastic.

What am I doing? he wondered, the reality of the situation hitting him. This was supposed to be another dating adventure for content. Not… whatever this is becoming.

When he returned to the bedroom, Dylan had cleaned himself up as well and pulled on a pair of loose pajama pants. He stood by the window, staring out at the moon with an unreadable expression.

“Everything okay?” Aiden asked, suddenly aware he was still naked while Dylan had covered up.

Dylan turned, his expression clearing as he took in Aiden’s state of undress. “More than okay,” he said, moving to pull back the covers on the bed. “Stay tonight?”

The invitation was casual but Aiden heard the importance behind it. He hesitated only briefly before nodding. “I’d like that. Though I should warn you I’m a shameless blanket thief.”

“I run hot anyway,” Dylan said with a small smile, patting the space beside him. “And I’m told I’m like a furnace to sleep next to.”

“Convenient,” Aiden said, sliding into the bed and immediately appreciating the high thread count of the sheets. “Though I’m not sure how much sleeping will happen if round two is anything like round one.”

Dylan’s arm came around him, pulling him against a chest that was indeed radiating heat like a personal furnace. “Let’s rest first,” he suggested, pressing a kiss to Aiden’s temple. “The night is young.”

As Aiden drifted toward sleep, comfortable and sated in Dylan’s embrace, a stray thought crossed his mind: I haven’t checked my phone or updated my followers once tonight. And I don’t even care.

That realization should have alarmed him. Instead, it felt strangely like freedom.