Sinclair growled and crashed their lips together, sliding into Dom’s mouth. He surged inside, claiming wherever he touched, a rough, hungry presence that drew a groan from Dom’s throat. Dom bit hard on Sinclair’s lip, hard enough to leave his own mark. Then he thrust his tongue into Sinclair’s mouth, tangling their tongues, electricity pumping through his veins with every touch.
“Damn,” Sinclair breathed.
Dom broke the kiss and pushed two fingers into Sinclair’s mouth. “Suck on them. Get them good and wet.”
Sinclair groaned, the sound vibrating into Dom’s body. But he obeyed, sucking on them—gently at first, then harder and harder, until each tug felt like how Sinclair’s hole would wrap around Dom’s cock. Dom’s balls grew heavy; fuck if he could wait much longer.
He withdrew his fingers and reached down, shoving them between Sinclair’s cheeks. No warning. Just a quick thrust against Sinclair’s hole, forcefully enough that he almost pushed inside.
“‘Donut’, Sinclair,” Dom rasped, his cock so hard, he couldn’t think. “Last chance.”
“Fuck you,” Sinclair hissed, shoving Dom hard against the mattress.
“Not tonight.” And Dom thrust his fingers into Sinclair, two at once, stretching his hole open.
He was hot inside. Tight like before. Dom groaned, pushing his fingers all the way in, savoring the way Sinclair’s body yielded to him, the way he was hot like a furnace inside.
Sinclair groaned, his jaw going slack. Dom didn’t wait. He found Sinclair’s prostate and thrust against it, rough, deep strokes that had Sinclair tensing, his eyes rolling back, his cock so red, it looked volatile.
Dom pushed a third finger in, dry. Then a fourth. Sinclair jerked against him, but he took it anyway, his thighs spreading, his hips rolling, as though he was searching for more. And the animal need in Dom clawed against his ribs, needing to be set free.
Sinclair was barely damp enough for Dom’s fingers—not much more than that. Dom slammed Sinclair down onto the mattress, grabbing the lube from his nightstand. Then he squirted too much onto his palm, slicked up his cock, and shoved Sinclair’s knee against the mattress. This left Sinclair’s ass open for him, clad in the rags of Dom’s sleeping shorts, that small, tight pucker a beacon for Dom’s hunger.
“Not gonna,” Sinclair hissed, shaking Dom’s grip off his leg.
He rolled around onto his front and began prowling away, and holy fuck that view of his ass.
Dom ripped the rest of the shorts off, leaving Sinclair naked from the waist down. Then he lunged at Sinclair, shoving him forward on the mattress, forcing his shoulders down onto the bed. Leaving his ass in the air.
Open, just for Dom.
Dom knocked Sinclair’s knees apart. Spreading him further. So there was absolutely nothing between himself and Sinclair’s tiny hole—only air.
“‘Donut’,” Dom whispered.
Sinclair turned and spat at Dom over his shoulder; Dom’s instincts broke free. He grasped his cock and lunged, shoving his tip hard against Sinclair’s entrance. Then he snapped his hips, and his entire cock sank inside, opening Sinclair’s body in one swift stroke.
Beneath, Sinclair roared, his spine arching, his body taking all of Dom.
Dom couldn’t stop. He thought briefly about it, letting Sinclair adjust to him. But Sinclair was sweet inside, blissfully tight, and Dom thrust into him once, twice, every slide sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine.
“Should I stop?” Dom growled. Then he plunged viciously into Sinclair, forcing Sinclair forward on the mattress.
“Fuck you,” Sinclair bristled.
“Gotta say something better. Or are you so busy taking my cock, that you can’t think of anything else?” Dom patted his ass. Then he grasped Sinclair’s hips and began a harsh rhythm, one that made his instincts snarl, because now he was really owning Sinclair, plowing inside him, spreading him open over and over, their hips slapping together, Sinclair’s body sucking so tight around him, like he couldn’t get enough of Dom’s cock.
With each thrust, Dom felt as though this alpha was more of his. When Sinclair panted and shoved his head down, and he spread his thighs, not looking at Dom at all. But his hole continued to cling around Dom’s cock, sucking on him, so tight that Dom couldn’t hold on much longer.
He reached down, grasping Sinclair by his cock and balls. “Come for me.”
“No,” Sinclair hissed.
But he was throbbing against Dom’s palm, thick and slippery with precome. Dom tried to aim for Sinclair’s prostate. Sinclair swore and arched, his fingers digging into the bed, his neck flushed, his entire body shaking with how much he was trying to hold back.
And Dom increased his rhythm, pounding in punishingly hard. It was all he could do to hold on, instead of taunting the man beneath him.
Sinclair’s voice broke, suddenly. And the feeling of him coming apart, the feeling of him clenching and shuddering, because Dom had caused it—it hauled Dom over the edge in a violent burst of pleasure, white-washing his vision. He felt himself empty into Sinclair, pulse by pulse, leaving his mark inside this man.
For a brief moment, Dom had the crazy thought that maybe this could be permanent. That he could have an alpha who challenged him like Sinclair did, and it would make him happy.
He brushed the scent glands on his wrists down Sinclair’s chest, then down his arms and thighs, marking him with blackwood. It didn’t even occur to him that he was doing it, until he smelled his scent on Sinclair’s skin.
Danger, his instincts said.
And Dom pressed Sinclair down against the mattress, growling when his knot began to swell inside this alpha. His.
“My knot, Sinclair. Tell me you don’t want it, before it’s too late to pull out.”
Sinclair’s only response was a bitten-off groan, his body fluttering around Dom’s knot.
He would take it all, then. Dom’s instincts rumbled louder.
They panted against each other, catching their breaths, Dom on top of Sinclair, his knot growing so full, it stretched Sinclair inside. And locked them together. Sinclair grunted and sighed—surprisingly mellow a reaction, for someone who had never received a knot before.
“Did you sleep with someone else?” Dom asked, possessiveness rumbling
