Page 56 of The Night Movers: Season One

Steele gave him a look of mock sympathy, his hands slipping from beneath his shirt, one settling on his thigh, right beside his aching cock, the other wrapping around his throat, dragging him closer.

“The same reason you’re still sitting in my lap, rubbing off on me like a horny little puppy instead of looking for someone else to make you come. ”

Steele darted forward, sinking his teeth into Ridley’s bottom lip, making him whine as his mouth filled with the taste of copper pennies.

“And why’s that?” Ridley asked, dazed.

Steele’s hand tightened on his throat. “Because you fucking love it.”

Ridley’s blood was too hot, his thoughts scattering like leaves every time Steele’s hand tightened around his neck. “Don’t act like you know me,” Ridley slurred.

Steele cupped Ridley’s cock through his shorts, dragging another desperate moan from him.

“I don’t need to know you to know what a twisted little slut you are.

I can smell how fucking wet this is making you.

I can smell the pheromones your horny little omega is pumping into the room, trying to get me to give you my pups.

You can pretend you don’t like it, but you can’t hide the slick gushing from your greedy little hole, or the way your pupils are blown, or that you can barely form a coherent sentence.

Just admit you like being bullied. It can be our little secret. ”

Ridley’s tears finally broke free, rolling down his feverish cheeks. “I fucking hate you.”

Steele studied his face. “Good. Remember that feeling. Remember how much you hate me. It’s better if you fucking hate me.”

Why would he want Ridley to hate him? What was wrong with him?

Before he could spiral down into his dark thoughts, Steele reeled him in, finally crashing their mouths together in a harsh kiss that felt more like an attack than affection.

It didn’t matter, Ridley opened for him anyway, his tears falling unbidden.

He let him sweep his tongue inside and taste every inch of his mouth.

He let him bite and nip at his skin, let him suck painfully at his bottom lip.

He was greedy with Ridley’s mouth, holding him still so he could take what he wanted.

It was good.

It was so, so good.

Steele’s lips were warm and soft, even though his kiss was hard and punishing.

He tasted like toothpaste and beer and smelled like pure alpha.

Ridley was drunk on his scent, on the way his hands gripped him tight, pinning him in place.

Every time he pulled away to breathe, Steele dragged him back in with a warning growl.

A heavy emptiness settled in his core, his brain telling him it was an ache only Steele could fill. Arousal bubbled between Ridley’s hip bones like melted honey, his omega screaming that Steele needed to breed him.

“So pretty like this,” the alpha muttered between kisses.

There was no way he looked pretty. He could feel how flushed his face was, knew his eyes were red and swollen, knew Steele could taste his tears every time they kissed, knew his nose was running.

“I’m always pretty,” Ridley lied, a pitiful sniffle ruining the cockiness of his statement.

“You’ll look even prettier when you’re crying on my knot,” he said, his hand sliding down to tease at the back of Ridley’s underwear, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband but going no farther.

“You’re so sure of yourself,” Ridley whispered, his arms wrapping around Steele’s neck, growing more and more pliant with each kiss.

“You’re the one who just told me how pretty you are,” Steele reminded him.

“And you agreed,” he countered.

“You are pretty. Beautiful, even. That’s why the others cater to you…baby you…give you anything you want. Even if it means ruining everything we’ve worked for,” he added bitterly.

His words twisted Ridley’s insides into knots. He pushed him away enough to look at him. “You’re such an asshole.”

Steele’s jaw tightened. “Then leave. I’ll only get worse if you stay. If you want someone to pamper you, go fuck the one who calls you princess…or maybe the one who proclaimed you our queen in front of the whole damn arena.”

Ridley didn’t move. They just stared at each other, each daring the other one to stop whatever this was between them. Finally, Ridley broke free of his gaze. “That’s not what I want tonight,” he admitted in a barely audible whisper.

Ridley sucked in a broken breath as Steele’s hand slipped inside Ridley’s ruined underwear, his fingers sliding between his cheeks to rub over his swollen rim.

“Then what do you want?” Steele asked, voice dark. “This?”

Before Ridley could answer, Steele impaled him on three fingers without warning, dragging a pained yelp from him.

Steele didn’t apologize. He crashed his lips into Ridley’s, fucking his tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth in time with each shallow thrust. “Fuck, our alpha fucked you good,” he rasped.

“You’re already so wet and open, your greedy little hole just sucking my fingers right in. ”

Ridley pushed back on Steele’s digits, trying to force them deeper, trying to get them to that spot that was always too deep for him to reach on his own. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Steele asked, pulling back to watch Ridley’s face as he curled his fingers inside him.

Shame curled inside Ridley as he forced himself to give Steele what he wanted. “Please, Alpha. I wanna come,” he whispered, his whole body in flames. “Make me come…please?”

Steele’s fingers stilled inside him. “Who’s stopping you? If you want it, work for it.”

Ridley sobbed in frustration. He held Steele’s gaze as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, then dropping it to the floor. Steele’s tongue teased at the corner of his own mouth, reclining slightly like he didn’t want to miss whatever show Ridley was about to give him.

“You fucking slut. You love this,” Steele said. “Go ahead, show me how hot you look riding my fingers.”

Ridley whined, but did as he was told. He pressed his palms to Steele’s knees, tossing his head back and arching his back, rolling his hips experimentally.

He gave a frustrated sob. The angle was all wrong.

His underwear still stretched taut across his cock, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably against the sensitive tip each time he moved.

It felt less like sex and more like an endurance trial.

Still, if Steele wanted him to work for it, he would.

When he opened his eyes again, the smirk on Steele’s face had disappeared, replaced by an intense hunger that made the air around them crackle. Ridley did his best to come on the alpha’s fingers, but it was no use.

“If you’re just going to be completely useless,” he panted, “at least give me your dick.”

Steele arched a brow, then slipped his fingers completely free, leaving Ridley clenching around nothing.

Before he could complain, Steele hoisted him into the air, carrying him from the room.

The wind had teeth, the frigid air settling in his bones.

He was practically naked, his underwear sopping wet.

Goosebumps erupted on his skin as he buried his face in Steele’s neck, huffing his scent like paint, the dizzying effects more devastating to his brain chemistry than any drug.

His anxiety spiked when he peeked at their location, only to find Steele walking toward Ridley’s room.

Would he just dump him there, leave him aching and empty?

If anyone would, it was Steele.

Something unknotted within him as the alpha walked past Ridley’s room to a hallway he’d never seen before.

He took another left turn, then shoved open the third door on the right.

Once inside, he kicked it closed behind him, plunging them into absolute darkness.

Ridley blinked rapidly, trying to orient himself in the absence of light.

He couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, much less Steele’s expression.

The alpha didn’t seem to have a problem navigating the inky blackness of the room, but alphas had better night vision than omegas or even betas.

He gasped as Steele tossed him onto the bed, inching backwards until his head hit a pillow.

The mattress sagged at the bottom, then rough palms skimmed their way up Ridley’s calves to his slick-damp thighs.

“Let’s get these off you,” Steele murmured.

Ridley’s heart was in his throat, hammering so hard he was sure he might choke on it.

He couldn’t even answer. There was something so erotic about hearing Steele’s voice, feeling his touch, but not having a clue what he’d do next.

He had no context clues, no facial features to read.

He couldn’t even look into his eyes. He was completely blind to Steele’s thoughts.

All he had was the scent of their mutual desire clinging to the air between them.

Steele’s thumbs hooked in Ridley’s waistband, dragging the wet fabric down his legs before tossing it over the bed where it landed with a wet slap that had Ridley’s cheeks burning.

Strong hands clamped around Ridley’s hips once more, lifting him higher and higher until Ridley’s body was curled in on itself, his shoulders bearing most of his body weight, his ass in the air.

“What—” Ridley’s question became a strangled moan as Steele buried his face in the cleft of his ass, closing his mouth around his swollen rim, drinking his slick straight from the source.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” Ridley whimpered, his fingers knotting in the blanket below. “That’s so good…so good…hnf…please…”

Ridley babbled mostly to mask the wet sounds of Steele devouring him. He ate Ridley out like it was his only purpose in life, alternating between sucking greedily at his rim and kitten-licking around it.

“Your tongue…so good, so soft…need more.”