Had Jesse hit that sensitive spot? Jesse tried again, watching Dom’s face, bracing his weight with his arms so he could snap his hips harder. But he hadn’t driven Dom wild. He wanted the sort of power Dom had over him, when Dom was fucking him senseless.
Jesse gritted his teeth, plowing savagely into his alpha. Again. And again, until Dom began to pant, his mouth falling open, his chest heaving, his body sucking hungrily around Jesse’s cock like it was begging for his come.
Was this what Jesse looked like when Dom fucked him? It was, wasn’t it? Which was why Dom loved fucking him.
The need in his chest swelled ever hotter. Jesse leaned forward, searching out Dom’s gaze. Then he thrust in, and pleasure flashed through Dom’s eyes, his breath rushing out of him. Jesse did it again. And again, until there was a wildness on Dom’s face, until Dom needed, and he was panting hard, his body completely open to Jesse’s touch.
Jesse worked on his rhythm, slamming into Dom so deep that his balls tapped against Dom’s ass. He pushed in until he could go no further, until Dom could feel the exact length and thickness of his cock. Dom clenched his fists, his gaze turning savage. “Is that all you can do, Sinclair?”
Oh, fuck him. Jesse snarled, ramming his cock into Dom, every single inch. Dom roared, his legs starting to tremble, his balls pulling tight. And Jesse did it to him again. Until Dom’s entire chest flushed red, and he was wheezing, reaching down to pump himself.
This was Dom with his defenses down. This was Dom reduced to a bundle of pleasure, all because of Jesse.
This—It was power over Dom. And Dom had allowed Jesse to have it.
Jesse felt like he could do anything, with power like this.
He flattened his hands against Dom’s chest, feeling the thump of Dom’s heart, the heat rolling off his body. He felt the way Dom tensed whenever he hit that sensitive spot, the way Dom gasped when Jesse’s cock fit perfectly inside him.
And now they were both close, Dom leaking onto his abdomen, Jesse growing thick, his balls pulling tight.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” Jesse rasped.
Dom smiled, sharp and hungry. “You fuck like a virgin, Sinclair.”
Jesse snarled, forcing his cock deeper, harder, so savage that he worried for a moment he might destroy Dom’s hole.
Then he decided that Dom could handle it. He anchored himself to his alpha, plunging in so hard that electricity sluiced through his veins and pleasure slammed through him like an earthquake, ripping his come out of him.
Dom followed him over the edge, clenching tight, tipping his head back in a low snarl as he shot all over his chest, his cock jerking, his entire body tensing.
In the moments after, Jesse drifted, panting. His thoughts swirled like clouds around him, shapeless and intangible, dispersing when he tried to reach for them. He focused on Dom instead, Dom panting beneath him, his body hot around Jesse.
Dom didn’t say if he wanted Jesse’s knot, but he didn’t say no, either. So Jesse let it stay, just filling his lungs with blackwood. Something occurred to him, though.
“You said you might not stop if I said ‘donut’,” Jesse mumbled, lifting his head to meet Dom’s gaze. “Was that true?”
He didn’t know if he wanted it to be. It had sounded hot as fuck coming off Dom’s lips. Didn’t make it right, though.
Dom studied him for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching. “Do you want the hot answer, or the truth?”
“The truth.”
Dom slid his hand up Jesse’s back, smearing sweat along the way. “I would’ve stopped. Not going back on my word, Sinclair. A safeword is a promise.”
Jesse wasn’t sure how Dom could keep surprising him with his niceness, but it still kept happening anyway. “What if I didn’t want to say it?”
Dom’s gaze pierced too deep into him. “I like to think I can read you well enough to know before you need to say it.”
Jesse’s heart fluttered. “You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe not all of you.” Dom didn’t once look away. “But you keep coming back for more, Sinclair. And you don’t know me, either.”
He was painfully right. Here they were, bared before each other, and Jesse knew more about Dom’s body than the things he liked, or the things he’d done. Hell, he didn’t even know how Dom had lost his omega.
To learn more about Dom meant a sort of emotional commitment he wasn’t sure he was ready for. “You had problems with me. Right from the start. I can’t stop freaking out, Dom. I’m never gonna be right in the head.”
A shadow flickered through Dom’s face. So Dom still had problems with that. Jesse’s heart sank.
“Yeah, there’s that,” Dom said, glancing away.
Jesse swallowed, pulling out. There wasn’t any point staying when Dom didn’t want him around.
But Dom caught his hand. “Are you free tomorrow?”
Jesse hesitated. “Kind of.”
“Lunch?” Dom actually looked hopeful.
Jesse’s heart stumbled, but he shook his head. “I’m going to Highton.”
That made Dom’s gaze sharpen. “To the medical center?”
“No. I’m gonna—gonna visit my parents.” Maybe. He’d decided that he needed to, before Larson showed up and he forever lost his chance to say hi.
“You don’t sound so sure.” Dom watched him shrewdly. “What’s wrong?”
Jesse gulped. “Nothing.”
Dom sat up, squeezing Jesse’s hand tighter. “Tell me.”
“It’s nothing you can fix,” Jesse snapped, his heart sore. “It’s not your problem.”
But Dom cupped Jesse’s face and hauled him close, kissing him on the lips. “I gave you that bonding mark on your neck, Sinclair. You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong.”
Jesse froze, his thoughts crashing into each other. “Bonding mark?”
His neck ached dully, where
