Dom’s entire body tensed. “Fuck. Where is he?”
“I don’t know.” Jesse hated that he hadn’t asked. Maybe Nate didn’t know, either. “He’s probably looking for me. But I need to stop thinking about it.”
“We’ll do that.” Dom reached over, squeezing Jesse’s hand tightly. His fingers were callused, hot, and the pressure was almost painful. But that was good. It helped Jesse focus. Jesse brought Dom’s hand up and bit his knuckles, then the back of his hand. Then he turned it around to expose Dom’s wrist, where the blackwood scent was strongest.
Jesse bit him there, too. Lightly. So he wouldn’t leave a bonding mark.
Dom growled, his breath hitching. He liked being bitten on his scent gland. Jesse bit him there again. Then, he did it harder. Hard enough that Dom’s entire arm spasmed.
“Fuck, Sinclair.”
“I want you to bite me,” Jesse said, the words falling off his tongue. “I want you to mark me. So he knows I’m not his anymore.”
Dom bit off his groan, his eyes flashing. “You hear what you’re asking.”
“Yeah.” Jesse wrapped his lips around Dom’s scent gland, and sucked hard.
The truck swerved. Dom jerked his hand away, his chest heaving, his musk filling the air between them.
There was a prominent bulge in his pants now. Not big enough yet. So Jesse reached over and grabbed his cock, and it thickened beneath the fabric. Dom snarled. “Wait until we get home, damn it.”
That was better. That was a good promise. “What happens if I don’t wait?”
Dom’s eyes glinted with danger. “You’re that ready to bend over, huh, Sinclair?”
“Is that what you’re gonna do?” Jesse’s throat went dry. “Fuck me so hard, I can’t sit?”
“I’ll fuck that hole so raw,” Dom breathed, “you’ll beg me to stop.”
Jesse’s hole tightened. “I won’t.”
They pulled into Dom’s driveway. The truck hadn’t even stopped before Jesse leaped out of it, his pants tight, his fingers working his belt. Unbuckling it. It was broad daylight, and Dom growled when he reached Jesse, snatching Jesse’s hand off his clothes.
“Wait until we get inside,” Dom hissed.
Jesse yanked at the buckle with his other hand. Dom’s eyes flashed; he reached behind and shoved his fingers between Jesse’s asscheeks, up against where his hole was. It squeezed tight. Jesse wished his pants were gone, so Dom could push his fingers right inside.
“Obey me,” Dom whispered, his breath hot in Jesse’s ear. “Or you won’t get anything in here.”
Jesse spat in his face. Dom gathered the fluid with his fingers and licked it off, his musk filling Jesse’s lungs. And the smile that curved his lips was savage, animal.
“I’m gonna ruin that hole, Sinclair,” Dom breathed. “You’ll have to beg with your safeword before I stop. And maybe I won’t.”
Need seared through Jesse’s veins. He hadn’t seen this side of Dom before. The side that was dangerous, the side that could ruin Jesse and leave him so drunk with pleasure, he wouldn’t even care.
The moment Dom opened the door, Jesse shouldered past him, stepping into the house. Dom shut and locked the door. Footsteps thudded behind Jesse, catching up with him—too fast. Dom grabbed Jesse and slammed him against the wall, and he shoved his hand down the back of Jesse’s pants, down his underwear, pushing between his asscheeks.
Dom ground his rough fingertips against Jesse’s hole, his teeth sharp on Jesse’s ear. “I warned you,” Dom whispered.
And he thrust his fingers in dry, their entrance burning as he forced Jesse to open around him, pushing deep inside.
Jesse groaned, his cock shoving desperately against his pants. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah, keep saying that.” Dom scissored his fingers inside Jesse, spreading him wider. “You’ll take every inch of my cock in here, Sinclair. ‘No’ won’t make me stop.”
Jesse grew so hot, he leaked. He shoved at Dom, elbowing him, hooking his thumbs into Dom’s pants to try and yank his clothes off. Dom’s laughter rasped against his ear; his chest burned against Jesse’s back. With his other hand, Dom fumbled with his belt—but the fingers inside Jesse never stopped moving. Over and over, they pushed inside him, skirting his prostate, grinding against his sensitive flesh, winding his need higher and higher, until he couldn’t think. All Jesse knew was that Dom was inside him, and he needed more.
“Know something?” Dom growled, nudging that spot ever so lightly. Shocks of pleasure radiated through Jesse’s body. “I threaten to ruin your hole, I tell you I won’t stop, and you get so fucking wet in here.”
He mashed his fingers ruthlessly against Jesse’s prostate; sparks exploded through Jesse’s vision, and he couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck.” Dom groaned, rutting against Jesse’s hip. “You do this to me, Sinclair.” He shoved his pants down, his cock straining, a hot, dark length skimming Jesse’s fingertips. Jesse reached for him, pumping it—gods, it would open him so sweetly.
“You don’t know how to use that thing,” Jesse hissed.
Dom growled, amused. And he wrapped Jesse’s hand around his cock, thrusting viciously into his fist. “Too gentle?”
Jesse grew so hot inside, he knew Dom must’ve felt it. Dom swore, his breath rushing out of his lungs. But he only fucked harder into Jesse’s hand, fast, deep thrusts that would stretch Jesse, claiming all of him. Jesse arched against the wall, his hole squeezing, needing to be filled. Right now.
Just as suddenly as he began, Dom pulled his fingers out, patting Jesse’s ass. “Strip for me. You know where my bed is. I want you on your knees, and I want you spread. Ready to take my cock.”
“I’m not your omega.” Jesse’s face burned.
“No, you aren’t.” Dom kissed his nape. “The way I want to fuck you, I can’t do with an omega. Your hole will only know me after this, Sinclair.”
Jesse’s balls tightened, desperate to obey. He stepped into Dom’s bedroom. Dom flicked the lights on and crossed over to the window, pulling the blackout curtains shut. Jesse ripped off his shirt. Then he glimpsed the gun on his waistband, and he remembered the whole reason
