Page 33 of Want It All

‘Not for years,’ he answered, and I was suddenly murderous at the notion that someone else had been inside my alpha . Because that’s what he was – mine . Entirely and forever. And I couldn’t bear the thought of some stranger touching him.

‘I need to be clear, too,’ he said, catching my wrist and holding it, his grip almost uncomfortably tight. He gazed at me with a mix of lust and rage. ‘I still fucking hate you, Tristan Grace.’

For the second time that night, the universe shifted around me. My stomach dropped and my throat closed over. Of course he hates you , I told myself. He hasn’t forgiven you for what you did to Rose .

I didn’t want him to hate me. I wanted him to feel the same desperate need for me that I felt for him. I wanted his universe to realign with Sebastian and I at its centre.

But I didn’t think I was going to get that, and I needed him so badly.

I reached out with my free hand and grasped his hip. ‘You don’t have to like me to fuck me.’ My voice was calm, though a thousand emotions were rampaging through me – guilt, shame, and regret not least of them. ‘You don’t have to like me to be my mate.’

He exhaled, his eyes closing for a moment before he pulled me forward and kissed me again, forcefully, angrily , tasting of paradise and resignation. ‘As long as we’re clear,’ he said, and bit my lip.

I pushed him down on the bench, making short work of his boots before wrestling his jeans down his muscled legs.

My breath caught when I took him in, naked and fucking glorious before me, his cock jerking every time I touched his skin.

I ran my hands up his legs, slowly, tortuously , watching him twitch and writhe until I took him in hand again and he swore, one arm falling across his face in the darkness.

I worked his cock up and down as my free hand slipped between his legs.

He lifted his knees to make it easier, which earned him a quick suck, as much as I could manage, tears welling in my eyes as caramel spread over my tongue. I traced around his ass – he hissed in response – before I broke away to fish a small bottle of lube from my shorts pocket.

I’d been with Sebastian too long not to carry both lube and scent canceller everywhere .

I made my fingers slick before I traced him again, circling and pressing until he was writhing on the bench, then pushing gently inside. His body resisted, so I waited for him to relax before pushing deeper, then withdrew to add another finger, gently stretching.

He was so fucking hot I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I needed to be inside him, now .

I looked up to see his eyes on my face. I couldn’t read his expression, but his cock was still rock hard. He didn’t hate what was happening in a physical sense, at least. I swallowed. ‘I don’t know how patient I can be.’

‘Does it look like I want you to take your fucking time?’ he said, reaching to fist his cock; precum glistened under his fingers. ‘I need you inside me so badly it feels like I’m dying. Fuck me already.’

‘I might hurt you.’

He snorted. ‘You could try, Grace.’

I pushed in deeper. ‘Call me alpha.’

‘Fuck off,’ he panted.

I found the spot inside him that made Sebastian lose his mind. It was smaller in alphas, but no less sensitive. I pressed on it gently.

‘Fuck –’ Byron bit off, his cock jerking against his stomach. ‘Fuck, Tristan. Please .’

I bit back an approving purr. I loved him begging, his eyes wild and his hair falling into his eyes. ‘ Alpha ,’ I insisted, because I was a power-hungry asshole and I needed him to say it.

I moved my fingers again, pressing and rubbing and stretching until he keened. ‘Alpha!’ he snarled, and I gently withdrew my fingers, cleaning them with a wipe – I was always prepared – before rubbing more lube over my throbbing cock.

I notched it where my fingers had been. Byron groaned, arching beneath me, and the universe felt entirely right as I pushed slowly inside.

I stopped almost immediately once my head was buried inside him, letting him adjust. He was impatient, reaching towards me to hurry me up, but I resisted; I wanted to own him, not hurt him.

He rasped praise as I pushed in once more, and I filed the image of him partially impaled, panting and writhing, away in my mind, because I would be absolutely reliving this moment in the shower tomorrow.

He was so tight it was almost painful, and so hot I was losing control; when he moaned yes, alpha, more I was gone, and I thrust home with one sharp kick of my hips, a bead of sweat falling from my brow onto his skin.

He inhaled sharply, but his cock stayed hard.

‘Touch yourself,’ I ordered, because I needed to see him come. I wanted him messy and painted with white and so fucking wrecked he could barely function. ‘Touch yourself, mate .’

He keened again at the word, and his hand wrapped around his thick cock. ‘It won’t take long,’ he panted, half a plea and half a warning, but I didn’t care, because if he didn’t climax while I was inside him, I’d lose my fucking mind.

‘Good,’ I rasped, ‘because I want to fill you with my cum.’

‘Fuck.’ His eyes were grey slits as he watched me roll my hips, so deep inside him that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. ‘Fuck, yes . Like that.’

I spanned my hand across his broad chest, feeling his heart beat beneath my palm.

It was kicking like a fucking racehorse, but mine was matching its tempo.

Two hearts, one beat . I was full of so much emotion – and so much lust – that I didn’t know what to do with it all, so I concentrated on plunging smoothly in and out of his body, reaching down to toy gently where we were joined with my free hand.

He gave a wordless shout, cum painting his stomach and chest in thick white jets, hot and wet on the inside of my wrist. His body squeezed me so tightly I couldn’t help but follow, thrusting deep as I emptied myself inside him, my eyes glazing as pleasure exploded at the base of my spine.

I panted, raking in air, delicious pain spearing through my mouth as my canines pushed down.

I collapsed on him, nuzzling his neck. He arched, giving a deep, wordless whimper.

I grazed my teeth over his scent gland, hard enough to leave a red mark on his pale skin, then sucked until I left a love bite.

Mine , the action said, and my instincts chanted the same word.

Mine, mine, mine . My teeth closed on his skin.

‘Don’t,’ he snarled, and pushed me off, so hard that I slipped from his body and staggered a few steps back.

He sat up, dishevelled and ruined and covered in cum, and I’d never seen him look so glorious. The only thing that could make the picture more perfect was a bloody neck after my teeth made new scars, but he reached up and covered both scent glands with his hands.

‘I still. Fucking. Hate . You,’ he grated out. ‘You don’t get to bite me.’

‘But we’re a scent match,’ I answered, trying – and failing – to keep my voice level as my alpha roared inside me, angry and hurt and bewildered. ‘You’re mine .’

‘You think Sebastian might want a say in that? You know, your omega ?’

‘He sent me here tonight.’

Byron slid off the bench and started pulling on his clothes.

I found my packet of wet wipes and handed them to him silently.

‘He probably thought you might find a complementary scent and make out under a tree, Grace. Not find your scent match and try to bond him before you deign to do the same for the man who’s been by your side for six fucking years.

’ He wiped the cum from his chest with a look of disgust, the expression hitting me straight in the stomach.

My scent match didn’t want me .

But I’d had a lifetime of practise at schooling my expressions, so I pushed down the devastation and began straightening my clothes with focused precision. My instincts were shouting at me to claim my mate, to bind him to me with a bite, to never let him out of my sight.

But that wasn’t what Byron wanted.

‘Sebastian and I got checked before we came here, by the way,’ I said coolly, as if that made a difference now. ‘We’re clear.’

‘So I assumed,’ he answered shortly, bending to pick his eReader off the ground. ‘I’m clear, too. But if you want to be head alpha, then you should have that conversation first the next time you fuck someone new.’

‘There won’t be a next time ,’ I hissed, my control snapping. ‘This is it . You’re pack .’

He studied me in the soft light of the stars, and I gazed back, trying to take in how truly beautiful he was. His expression was closed and his eyes were cold; a moment later, he pushed past me, barging my shoulder.

‘Pack is a choice , Grace.’