Illicit (The Wrong Alpha 3)

Oh, fuck it.

Liam was already moving without a conscious thought. In the next moment, he all but crashed against Jon’s chest, a whine leaving his mouth as his face buried in the alpha’s neck and the familiar scent filled his nostrils. Strong arms came around him, so familiar and so safe-good-mine. He smelled beyond good and Liam’s stomach fluttered at the sensation of his lips dragging against the barely-there stubble on Jon’s throat. Liam clung to him, sucking on Jon’s scent gland desperately, unable to get enough. He felt ravenous, starved—he wanted to consume this man, crawl inside him, and stitch them together. He was literally shaking with that need, the intensity of it making him whimper and blindly mouth Jon’s neck, seeking his lips. When he found them, he nearly sobbed from sheer relief and ecstasy. Missed you, missed you, missed you.

“I know, sweetheart,” Jon whispered, nibbling on his trembling lip. “I know.”

Liam parted his lips and sucked Jon’s tongue into his mouth, his fingers burying in the alpha’s hair. “Missed you,” he gasped out between the hungry kisses, his ire forgotten. “So much.” So fucking much.

“I know,” Jon said, covering his face in kisses. “Me, too, love.”

Gasping, Liam ran his hands down Jon’s back before gripping his hard buttocks and pulling his crotch against his own, whining as Jon’s erection pressed against his stomach. Gods, he wanted him inside him. He wanted this man to fill the emptiness inside him that only he could fill.

Liam palmed Jon’s cock, massaging it and giving it a squeeze before jerking Jon’s fly open.

“Your brother is just outside—” Jon’s words turned into a low groan as Liam’s fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Don’t care,” Liam said, meeting Jon’s blue eyes. “Want you.”

His eyes darkening, Jon yanked Liam’s pants down. Liam helped him as best as he could, but he was too distracted by the thick cock in his hand. Fuck, he missed it. He wanted to suck on it, but he was too desperate for that right now; he couldn’t wait to have it inside him, connecting them together in the closest, deepest possible way. Just thinking about it made him so slick and achy with arousal.

Jon shoved him against the wall and hitched Liam’s legs around his hips. And then Jon was pushing inside him, so damn thick and hard, and Liam moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Shh,” Jon said, going still. He sounded pained, but he gave Liam time to adjust before pulling out and thrusting in.

Liam cried out, clutching his shoulders.

“Shh, baby,” Jon said again. “Or Anthony will hear us.”

“Don’t care,” Liam ground out, dragging him into another greedy kiss. Fuck, he wanted to consume this man, to have him so deep inside him he’d never be able to leave.

Jon seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because he started fucking into him with deep, hard thrusts that made Liam moan on every thrust, his noises swallowed by Jon’s mouth. Gods, yes—yes!

“Say my name,” Jon gritted out suddenly, pressing hot kisses all over Liam’s neck. “I fucking hated it when you called me Anthony. Say my name.”

“Jonathan,” Liam said obediently, his lips slack with pleasure, the air thick with alpha pheromones. Fuck, it felt so good. He didn’t care what this man’s name was. He could have the most ridiculous name in the world and Liam wouldn’t care. Though Jonathan suited him. It was as strong and perfect as he was. Or maybe Liam was just biased. Either way, he didn’t care. He’d fallen in love with the man, not his name. “Jon—deeper.”

Jon gave it to him deeper, the long, hard thrusts taking him higher and higher, until the tension gathering in his lower stomach finally exploded. Liam came with a long moan, clenching hard around the cock in him and shuddering with his whole body. Gods. So damn good.

Groaning, Jon came, too, pulling out at the last possible moment before his knot could lock them.

“You didn’t knot me,” Liam mumbled, unable to hide his disappointment, although rationally he knew it was probably for the best, considering how high he usually felt after being knotted.

Chuckling, Jon kissed him on the nose. “Later,” he said in a low voice, pressing their foreheads together.

Liam gave him a smile that was probably embarrassingly besotted and looped his arms around his neck. “Promise?”

Pulling back a little, Jon looked at him and said hoarsely, “I promise you.”

There was something in his voice that made Liam think he wasn’t just talking about knotting.

Liam licked his dry lips, but before he could say anything, the door opened.

“What are you talking about for so damn long—” Ant fell silent, staring at them.

Liam froze. Even a blind man would guess what they had been doing, and Ant was hardly blind.

“Shut the door,” Jon said, stepping in front of Liam and blocking him from Ant’s view. “From the other side.”