against the wall.
“Hold on,” Liam murmured. “Please.” When Alec didn’t move he returned to the last of the buttons.
“What the fuck are you doing, Liam?” hissed Alec. His pulse was beating in his neck now. Fear, because Liam would soon see the bite. Even if Liam didn’t know where it came from, Alec did.
Liam looked down as if bracing himself. Alec didn’t know what Liam was waiting for because the buttons were all undone. Taking a deep breath, he brushed the shirt to the side to reveal the ugly, torn flesh—healed, yet the angry, red glare of it radiated. Or so Alec felt. Sometimes he thought the scar was alive, infecting him. Liam stared, as if memorizing the hideous pattern.
“Dog bite,” claimed Alec, needing to take away the mark’s power.
For the briefest of moments, Liam let his forehead drop against Alec’s, and Alec caught a glimpse of a white, bloodless face. Then Liam pulled the shirt closed again and stepped back.
Christ, this hadn’t gone at all as Alec expected.
“Satisfied?” asked Alec, all bravado. There wasn’t much else left of him right now. He’d forgotten to eat today. He was living on air.
Stricken, Liam met his gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry.” Alec stepped towards Liam. “What the fuck for?”
Liam opened his hands but that was no answer. Pressing his palms against Liam’s chest, Alec shoved, causing Liam to stumble back.
He frowned. “Alec?”
“What is wrong with you?” Alec went to push again and this time Liam grabbed Alec’s arms, holding him in place.
Alec struggled. “Let me go.”
Surprisingly, Liam obeyed.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” Alec couldn’t make sense of what was going on and he didn’t know if it was his fear or Liam’s actions.
Liam tried to bring his palm to Alec’s cheek, and Alec smashed a fist against Liam’s wrist. He didn’t even wince.
“Calm down,” urged Liam.
“Take off your pants.”
“What?”
“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? To fuck.”
“Alec—”
“But I’m going to fuck you.”
“No—”
“No? What kind of ‘no’ is that?”
Liam just looked baffled.
“No, you’re a top? No, you’re in charge. No, you can beat the crap out of me if you want? You already proved that the other day.”
“Alec, c’mon. I am not…” But Liam stopped talking as Alec grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked Liam towards him. Alec waited for Liam to fight, but he stood still while Alec unbuttoned and unzipped him. When it was time to step out of his pants, Liam even leaned on Alec. Warm hands caressed Alec’s neck and shoulders.
Alec slapped the hands away, and Liam stared back confused, not understanding that Alec was absolutely spoiling for a fight.
“This is fucking, Liam, okay? That’s it. Then you leave and you don’t come back . Turn around.”
Liam slowly shook his head while Alec shucked off his own jeans. He was dripping. Liam noticed and Alec managed to take satisfaction at the golden boy’s interest.
Liam reached for him and Alec caught his wrist. He just could not submit tonight. Too wired, he was dying to be in control of something.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” said Alec.
At a loss, Liam licked his lips, and once again Alec shoved him back when he didn’t expect it. As Liam stumbled, Alec stuck a foot behind his leg and knocked him down.
Of course, Liam rolled with the fall. He was too graceful to hurt himself.
“Jesus, Alec.” Liam actually sounded pissed.
Alec landed on top of him, seizing his arms to pin him down. But Liam grabbed Alec, too, and they grappled. Alec didn’t care if Liam was stronger. Alec was angrier and he pushed down on Liam, who watched with some consternation. Before Alec could press his advantage, Liam turned and Alec landed on his side.
“Fuck,” he swore as Liam used his weight to get Alec on his back. He fought harder now, hard like he had that awful day a year ago when they’d slammed him on his back and forced liquid down his
“Hold on,” Liam murmured. “Please.” When Alec didn’t move he returned to the last of the buttons.
“What the fuck are you doing, Liam?” hissed Alec. His pulse was beating in his neck now. Fear, because Liam would soon see the bite. Even if Liam didn’t know where it came from, Alec did.
Liam looked down as if bracing himself. Alec didn’t know what Liam was waiting for because the buttons were all undone. Taking a deep breath, he brushed the shirt to the side to reveal the ugly, torn flesh—healed, yet the angry, red glare of it radiated. Or so Alec felt. Sometimes he thought the scar was alive, infecting him. Liam stared, as if memorizing the hideous pattern.
“Dog bite,” claimed Alec, needing to take away the mark’s power.
For the briefest of moments, Liam let his forehead drop against Alec’s, and Alec caught a glimpse of a white, bloodless face. Then Liam pulled the shirt closed again and stepped back.
Christ, this hadn’t gone at all as Alec expected.
“Satisfied?” asked Alec, all bravado. There wasn’t much else left of him right now. He’d forgotten to eat today. He was living on air.
Stricken, Liam met his gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry.” Alec stepped towards Liam. “What the fuck for?”
Liam opened his hands but that was no answer. Pressing his palms against Liam’s chest, Alec shoved, causing Liam to stumble back.
He frowned. “Alec?”
“What is wrong with you?” Alec went to push again and this time Liam grabbed Alec’s arms, holding him in place.
Alec struggled. “Let me go.”
Surprisingly, Liam obeyed.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” Alec couldn’t make sense of what was going on and he didn’t know if it was his fear or Liam’s actions.
Liam tried to bring his palm to Alec’s cheek, and Alec smashed a fist against Liam’s wrist. He didn’t even wince.
“Calm down,” urged Liam.
“Take off your pants.”
“What?”
“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? To fuck.”
“Alec—”
“But I’m going to fuck you.”
“No—”
“No? What kind of ‘no’ is that?”
Liam just looked baffled.
“No, you’re a top? No, you’re in charge. No, you can beat the crap out of me if you want? You already proved that the other day.”
“Alec, c’mon. I am not…” But Liam stopped talking as Alec grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked Liam towards him. Alec waited for Liam to fight, but he stood still while Alec unbuttoned and unzipped him. When it was time to step out of his pants, Liam even leaned on Alec. Warm hands caressed Alec’s neck and shoulders.
Alec slapped the hands away, and Liam stared back confused, not understanding that Alec was absolutely spoiling for a fight.
“This is fucking, Liam, okay? That’s it. Then you leave and you don’t come back . Turn around.”
Liam slowly shook his head while Alec shucked off his own jeans. He was dripping. Liam noticed and Alec managed to take satisfaction at the golden boy’s interest.
Liam reached for him and Alec caught his wrist. He just could not submit tonight. Too wired, he was dying to be in control of something.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” said Alec.
At a loss, Liam licked his lips, and once again Alec shoved him back when he didn’t expect it. As Liam stumbled, Alec stuck a foot behind his leg and knocked him down.
Of course, Liam rolled with the fall. He was too graceful to hurt himself.
“Jesus, Alec.” Liam actually sounded pissed.
Alec landed on top of him, seizing his arms to pin him down. But Liam grabbed Alec, too, and they grappled. Alec didn’t care if Liam was stronger. Alec was angrier and he pushed down on Liam, who watched with some consternation. Before Alec could press his advantage, Liam turned and Alec landed on his side.
“Fuck,” he swore as Liam used his weight to get Alec on his back. He fought harder now, hard like he had that awful day a year ago when they’d slammed him on his back and forced liquid down his
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