His skin was hot under mine, his chest rising and falling as he glared up at me—rage burning in his eyes, but there was something else in them now. Something darker. Hungrier.
I pinned his wrists harder into the dirt, feeling his body strain beneath me. He didn’t speak. Didn’t beg. That wasn’t who he was—and f**k, it made this better. Alphas didn’t beg. They growled. They fought. They resisted until they broke.
And he was about to break.
“You want to fight?” I muttered, my voice a growl against his throat. “Then f*****g fight. But it won’t change what’s coming.”
I pressed my hips down against his, dragging my hard c**k against his, both of us already fully erect from the chase, the clash, the hunger that had nowhere else to go but here. He hissed through his teeth, his thighs twitching
