Page 105 of Alpha Awakened
Dylan laughed but allowed him to take over the task. Royce pulled off Dylan’s mask first. Then, shoving his hands into Dylan’s tux jacket he pushed it off his shoulders. Dylan shimmied to work it the rest of the way off. Royce removed the cummerbund next with quick, efficient flicks of his thumb. It fell to the floor, revealing the stiletto switchblade he’d given to him earlier that evening.
A slight smile curled his lips, and possessive pride warmed his chest seeing Dylan wearing the weapon he’d provided for him. He’d bought that knife specifically for Dylan because he’d had an unexplained urge to give him a gift. And since he wanted to make sure Dylan was protected during their undercover op, a blade felt like the best choice. He noticed a slight blush on thetips of Dylan’s ears as he unbuckled the clasp holding the knife belt closed and pulled it from around his waist.
“What?”
“Thank you for letting me borrow your knife,” Dylan said softly.
“That wasn’t a loan. It’s a gift for you.”
“Oh.” Dylan touched the sheathed knife, his fingers brushing over Royce’s as he did so. “Thank you for the cour — for the gift.”
“You’re welcome.”
Royce momentarily stepped away to put the knife on his bedside table. Then he returned to Dylan’s side. He was tempted to rip the dress shirt off of him, but they had to return the clothes in the morning. Reining in his impatience, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt instead. He pushed it off, uncovering golden skin dusted with sworls of fine black hair. The shirt fell to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric.
Barely able to believe that this was happening, Royce put a hand on Dylan’s bare chest to feel him. He smoothed his palm up over his mating gland and around to cup the nape of his neck. Dylan’s eyes drifted to half-mast and he swayed toward him. Gently tightening his grip, Ice leaned down and kissed him, licking into his hot mouth while he unbuttoned his trousers.
The trousers slid down. Dylan kicked out of them and his shoes. Royce kneeled at his feet, dragging his briefs down with him. He tugged Dylan’s dress socks off, then swept the whole mess of clothes and shoes aside.
From his spot on the floor, Royce looked up at Dylan’s body. He was strong, muscled. Hard abs and tight waist. Defined chest and firm thighs, all wrapped in honey-gold skin. There were scars on his body — divots and ridges marking him in the same way Royce was marked. The life they lived was hard on the body. His muscles, smooth and rounded in a way that differed fromRoyce’s bulky build, made him want to grab on and squeeze. He did exactly that — squeezing Dylan’s thighs before letting his thumbs roam to brush through the curly black hair at the base of his cock.
Before he rose back to his feet, he pressed kisses to Dylan’s inner thighs and let his lips brush over the underside of his shaft.
“I have plans tonight for that pretty cock,” he huskily whispered, lips still brushing silky skin.
Dylan watched him with hooded eyes, interest sparking in the pale green irises. “What’s the plan?”
Royce rose to his feet, deliberately letting his clothed body brush against Dylan’s naked cock as he did so. “Patience, soldier.” Royce gently chucked him under the chin. “Get on the bed for me.”
Dylan immediately turned away to get on the bed. He lay on his back, his head resting on the pillow.
Royce followed him over but remained standing. As he stared down at his lover, he remembered the last time Dylan was in his bed. This time he was completely naked. And they weren’t going to stop after a single hand job.
Royce took off the masquerade mask and raked a hand through his hair. His eyes remained locked on Dylan as he swiftly undressed, unwilling to look away from the arousing sight of the strong, gorgeous omega laid out in his bed for even a second. The borrowed clothes he let drop, uncaring where they fell.
Once he was naked, he got on the bed and slid on top of Dylan, hot skin pressed to hot skin. Dylan moaned at the contact. Royce stole the sound straight from his lips with a greedy kiss. When he pulled back, he met Dylan’s gaze. Words that he’d held deep within him rose to the tip of his tongue. Before he knew it, he was speaking as freely as if he’d been given a truth serum.
“Every moment from our time at the cabin is burned into my memory,” he admitted as he stared into green-gold eyes. “I’ve tried to tell myself that should be enough. But I need more than memories. I need you.”
Dylan’s expression softened and his eyes began to glow. He brought a hand up to brush it along Royce’s jaw.
“When I came to you after my heat and said this thing between us was over I thought I was doing the right thing. But I can’t stay away from you. Because I need you too. So fucking much.”
Royce’s Instinct pulsed with satisfaction hearing Dylan say that he needed him too. He pushed aside worry over how they were going to handle this and gave in to his desires. Right now, his focus was on Dylan — kissing him, hips rolling so that their stiff cocks brushed together, smearing pre-cum on his stomach.
Remembering what he wanted to do, he broke their kiss and slid down Dylan’s body until he was laying between the juncture of his thighs. Dylan propped himself up on his elbows to look down at him.
“Let me taste you,” Royce said with his breath blowing over the head of his lover’s cock.
Dylan gave a jerky nod of his head, lips parted, and his cheeks flushed pink with anticipation.
Royce lazily licked the flat of his tongue over the already damp crown. For most of Dylan’s heat he’d been too impatient to allow him to do this. Tonight, Royce was going to indulge himself. He let his lips part over the head, slowly sucking it into his mouth.
He kept his gaze on Dylan, watching him as he took him in nearly to the base of his shaft. Then he began to suck up and down, slow and deliberate, paying special attention to the sensitive head every time he reached it.
Dylan’s eyes drifted shut. “Sweet Mother Wolf,” he breathed out before he fell back against the pillow again. He raised his knees and let them fall open wide — a pretty invitation for Royce to continue.
Royce bobbed his head, periodically humming with appreciation as he worked his mouth on his lover’s cock. Dylan’s taste was ambrosia, delighting his tongue and making his dick so hard he had to rut against the mattress to take off some of the edge. He used his hand to pump the part of the shaft he couldn’t take in, thumb softly stroking over the base and down to Dylan’s balls.