Chapter Twelve

Alex paced the living room of HQ. It had been over a week since they had heard anything else about Joshua Dobson’s whereabouts, and waiting for the asshole to show up was driving Alex up the wall. It wasn’t that he wanted Joshua anywhere near, just…he wished he’d make his move already so everyone else could get on with their lives.

Joshua Dobson and Marshall Vaughn excluded. Those two were dead as soon as anyone here other than Sean laid eyes on them. Alex would and could kill either of them—

Sean and he had talked about it, and agreed that Alex would do what was necessary to keep them and any other member of the pack safe. What Alex wouldn’t do was seek Joshua out with the express intent of killing him.

Marshall Vaughn was fair game, though.

Alex paced some more, checking the clock every few minutes. Sean and Nathan were up to something, sending him out of his and Sean’s bedroom and telling him not to return for two full hours. Marcus had been allowed in though. Alex fumed internally as he kept pacing.

He didn’t deliberately share his thoughts, but he didn’t exactly try to restrain them and keep them to himself, either. Well of course he was! He wouldn’t tolerate his mate to be alone with another man in that man’s bedroom for two hours! Even knowing nothing should happen, that the mate bond would hold…But damn it all, it still pisses me off!

“Stop being so angry. We told you it’s because we’ve got a surprise for you.

I just hope you like it.” Sean didn’t sound too sure about whether Alex would or not.

Alex immediately sought to reassure him. “I’d love anything from you, anything you gave me or did for me. I love you, and nothing will change that.”

“Good, I hope you mean that as much as you think you do.”

“What do you mean? I—”

“Alex.”

“Oh god damn it.” Alex wasn’t able to keep the words to himself as he turned and tried not to glare at Marcus and Nathan, both of whom were grinning fit to be tied. “What? What did you two do?”

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“Something you’ll thank us for, I think.” Marcus seemed so delighted, Alex was finding it hard to stay irritated. “I do believe your mate is waiting for you.”

Alex nodded and headed for the bedroom. There was an odd, metallic-sweet scent in the air but he ignored it. He just wanted to know what had been going on in his bedroom for the last two hours that had Marcus and Nathan lit up with grins bigger than should have been possible. Sean had asked Alex to trust him, to not pry around in his head for those two hours, and Alex had been good, but damn, it had been hard! Now he just wanted—

Alex grabbed the door knob and twisted it open.

And stopped mid step, his jaw dropping and his hands reaching out to stop his fall, because he was—falling. Alex hit the floor knees first and just managed to slap a hand down before his face made contact, too.

“Alex!” Sean ran over to him, except…he didn’t look exactly like Sean.

Well, he does and he doesn’t, and fucking hell! “Are you all right? Oh my god, you hate it, right? I mean, I look like a—”

Alex grabbed Sean’s wrist and had him tucked under him in two seconds flat. “You look fucking hot,” Alex growled, surprised by how turned on he was. It wasn’t going to be very long at all before he ripped off Sean’s

clothes and fucked him—or maybe he’d rip off his own, let Sean fuck him.

That idea stoked his libido into overdrive as he moaned. “You have to fuck me, Sean. Now!”

“Like this?” Sean squeaked, waving a hand at his face. Alex dipped his head and licked at Sean’s rouged lips, tasting a hint of strawberry and chemicals he didn’t care to know the names of. He raised his eyes up to Sean’s lined ones. The rich blue liner brought out the gold in Sean’s eyes, making the irises almost glow.

Thick lashes made thicker with makeup swept down, hiding those eyes from Alex. “I’m glad I didn’t let Nathan use the duct tape,” Sean muttered.

Alex only arched a brow as he looked at all the thousands of tiny glittery specks in the eye shadow that had been liberally applied. It was the same blue as the liner, on the bottom half of Sean’s lid, anyways. Then there was a darker blue in the crease that was smeared up and blended into a silver glittery shadow.

Alex traced the hollow of Sean’s cheek, also accentuated with makeup. It brought Sean’s cheekbones into stark relief. Alex lowered his head and nibbled on the sharp edge, ignoring

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the scent and taste of the makeup, seeking out the flavour of his mate’s skin instead. Sean moaned and grabbed at his shoulders.

“Fuck me,” Alex whispered in Sean’s ear, only then noticing the sparkling earring clipped onto Sean’s lobe. “Damn. Now, Sean, please!”

Something about seeing Sean made up like this, his beautiful features outlined and framed by painted on colours, just ramped up Alex’s desire for his mate to a new level.

“You need to let me up if you want me to fuck you.”

Alex raised his head and smirked as he looked at Sean. “No, you stay right there. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Alex jumped up and took a moment to look at Sean again. Dressed as he was in dark trousers and a loose white shirt, a thick belt accentuating his trim waist, he was devastatingly gorgeous. “Right back,” Alex murmured, then darted to the bed to dig the lube out from under the pillows. He ran back to where Sean waited and tossed the tube to him. “Open it, and your pants. Get your cock out for me.”

Alex stripped quickly while Sean unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock.

“You’re beautiful, every inch of you.”

Sean’s cheeks darkened as he looked at his hand on his dick. “I have scars

—”

“That only emphasise how gorgeous you are, how strong to have survived what you did.” Alex believed that with everything in him. Sean’s tentative smile pinched at his heart.

“You know I mean it. There isn’t anything about you that doesn’t flip every one of my switches.”

When Sean laughed softly, Alex knelt then crawled up his body. “I want you, now, like this, forever, however you look. It’s true that I’ve never seen anyone as attractive as you are, but it’s this—” He placed a hand over Sean’s heart. “That makes me love you so much.” Alex held Sean’s gaze until Sean nodded, then he kissed Sean fiercely.

The thick sticky lip gloss was going to be smeared all over both of them, but Alex didn’t care. He sat up and grinned, thinking Sean looked thoroughly debauched and they hadn’t done anything other than kiss yet.

“That’s a smug look,” Sean teased.

“I’m feeling pretty damned smug,” Alex admitted.

Sean reached for the lube. “Do you want me to stretch you or—”

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“No.” Alex wanted that sweet burn as Sean’s cock stretched him. “You lubed your cock, that’s enough.”

“But—” Sean began, his eyes going wide.

Alex silenced him by reaching behind himself and grabbing Sean’s dick. He scooted back and used his other hand to pull one ass cheek aside. As soon as the fat crown bumped his hole, Alex exhaled and sank down.

Sean scrambled for a hold on Alex’s thighs, those nails scoring his skin in the way that heated Alex’s blood. He pushed down harder, taking more of Sean’s cock. Sean whimpered, his eyes rolling back. Alex moaned as sweet pleasure-pain spread through his ass. Arching his back, he pressed down, burying Sean’s dick inside him, stopping only when his balls slapped against Sean’s pubic hair.

“Oh my god, Alex!” Sean twitched as he took several deep breaths. “You’re killing me—”

Alex raised up on his knees slowly then sank back down, fast and hard.

Sean yelled and tossed his head, and Alex set about riding him, driving Sean’s thick cock into him, moaning every time that wide crown brushed his gland. It wasn’t but a few seconds until Sean was gasping and bucking up as Alex lowered his ass.

Slick skin and the sound of their bodies slapping together, the sight of his mate, makeup now smeared and eyes closed as he cursed—it was too much, and Alex couldn’t last long. Reaching for his dick, he stripped it with rough strokes as he fucked himself on Sean’s cock. He tried to watch Sean, but his

vision began to blur as his balls tightened. Sean’s cock swelled inside him as Sean pressed against Alex’s thighs, holding him down, still.

Wet heat spilled inside Alex’s ass, and it set of his own climax. He ground his butt down, shouting as he pumped his dick harder. Cum shot out, splattering Sean’s neck and chest, his belly, until Alex collapsed, drained, at least for now.

“I don’t know whose idea the makeup and stuff was,” Alex said several minutes later as he carefully rolled off Sean. “Whoever thought of it though, remind me to thank them later.”

He waggled his eyebrows at Sean and leered. “Especially if it was you.”

Sean arched a brow that Alex only now realised had been pencilled in a couple of shades darker than his hair. “Well, if by thanking you mean fucking or sucking, that better only apply to me. This was Nathan’s idea, and I have to wonder…”

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Alex propped himself up on one elbow and looked at Sean. “Wonder what?”

“He just seemed to know a whole lot about applying makeup. And then there’s the fact that he had makeup to begin with.”

“Maybe he bought some when he and Marcus went out yesterday?” Alex was trying to think up excuses, but now that Sean had got him thinking, he had to admit he was a little curious himself.

Sean shook his head. “I don’t think so. It wasn’t new. I guess he could have it because maybe some of the kids at the gym use it when they have competitions?”

Alex snorted and hefted himself to his feet then extended a hand to his mate.

“Somehow I have a problem seeing a bunch of kids—girls, one would assume—wearing makeup this dark for competition. Then again, I know jack shit about stuff like that.”

“Me too,” Sean said as he took Alex’s hand. “So how bad does the makeup look now?”

He grinned crookedly, or it might have been the way the red gloss was smeared all over his chin and above his upper lip.

“It looks perfect.” He tousled Sean’s curls and grinned. “You’ve got that whole ‘just been fucked’ look going on.”

“Great,” Sean grumbled, but he didn’t sound mad. “I’ve gone from beauty queen to overused hooker in fifteen minutes flat.”

“Not even fifteen,” Alex pointed out. “And you look adorable, so quit complaining, and I promise to scrub you clean in the shower.” He watched Sean out of the corner of his eye as he added, “Then I’ll eat your little ass until you come all over yourself, and then I’ll lick you clean.”

Alex grinned as he caught Sean when he stumbled. It was a damn good thing he’d been watching him when he’d laid out his plans for the evening.

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