CHAPTER 39: STOP TEASING ME, PLEASE.

"I know when a dominant alpha imprints, it drives them crazy." Ethan blinks at him, his tongue peaking out to lick the edge of his lip. The movement draws the alphas gaze there, and Ethan swallows.

Zander climbs onto his bed, the frame creaking at his extra weight, and with a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, he gently pushes the beta on his back. His head meets the pillow and Ethan watches him with red rimmed eyes, his face and neck flushed red from both the alcohol in his system and the powerful enigma above him. He shudders when Zander’s hand slides down his bare chest. Ethan’s skin is soft, the muscle beneath is firm yet not prominent.

Zander leans further down, his arms flexing as he holds himself up. The tips of his black hair grazes along Ethan’s collar bone, his lips brushing along the skin above his peaked nipple. "Do I look crazy to you?" His voice comes out as a thick whisper.

Ethan’s breath hitches, his hand raising to rest on the back of Zander’s neck. He digs his fingers through the soft black strands of hair and sighs at the warmth that seeps into him. Is Zander always this hot blooded? He always seems to be a few degrees warmer than him.

"No," Ethan whispers back. Zander doesn’t look like he’s going crazy. In fact, he looks like he always does, cool, calm, and collected. Ethan doesn’t know what he was thinking when he brought it up, just that it’s been on his mind since he read the article online. Did he start to suspect that maybe Zander had imprinted on him? No, that would’ve been too self-centered. Zander said he was after him, not that he wanted him for the rest of his life as his mate and partner. Can dominant alphas even imprint on betas? Or is it strictly reserved for omegas?

Ethan gasps, his back arching off of the bed when Zander bites at the skin over his ribs. Goosebumps rise on his arms, the sharp pain fading when Zander lets him go.

"You’re not paying attention to me." Zander raises his head and pouts, his lower lip jutting out. His green eyes sparkle, the purple outline blending into his iris. "What are you thinking about when I’m right here?"

Ethan bites his bottom lip, "N-nothing." He refuses to admit that he was actually thinking about him, but Zander already looks confident enough. If Ethan blew up his ego anymore, he fears he’ll get even more brave than he is now. He doesn’t know what he’d do if that happened.

Zander leans down and presses his lips to Ethans. The skin there is soft and plush and smells of beer and chocolate. He slides a hand over the beta’s torso, the edge of his nails scratching against the tip of Ethan’s nipple. The beta groans and when his lips part, Zander pushes his slick tongue into his mouth.

Ethan moans, his neck arching as he lifts his head in an attempt to find more. His brown hair falls back revealing his blushed tipped ears. His hips jerk upward, the outline of his hard on rubbing against Zander’s hip. The alphas tongue pushes deeper into his mouth, the tip slicking against the back of his throat. Ethan gasps as he attempts to suck on it.

"Fuck," Zander groans into his mouth, his hands growing more feverish as he grips the curve of his waist. His fingers dig into the the cleft of his hips, his thumb slipping past the seam of Ethan’s pants, grazing the pubic hair there.

Ethan pulls away to gasp for air, heat pulsing through him as blood rushes south. Zander licks the curve where Ethan’s shoulder and neck meet, the sharp canines of his teeth scraping along the slightly salty skin. He moves further down, sucking on the meaty curve of his left pec before pressing his tongue flat against his nipple.

Ethan shudders, his hips jerking as Zander continues to make his way further down his stomach. He tangles his hands into the alphas dark hair, encouraging him to move lower.

Zander nips at the dip near his hips as he slides the fabric of his pants and boxers down. The beta gasps as his hard length meets the cool air, the leaky tip grazing the edge of Zander’s chin.

Zander releases a deep breath as he raises his hand and swipes the bit of precum that wets his skin. He brings it to his lips and sucks the wetness off. It’s a bit salty but the alpha is not put off. He glances up at Ethan, who sits up on his elbows, his brown eyes blown wide as he focuses on him. Zander’s pupils dilate as they hold each other’s gaze, his mouth watering as he lowers his head and presses his lips against the mushroom shaped head.

Ethan swallows, the sound loud in the quiet room. Zander’s warm breath brushes the already heated skin of his dick and Ethan clenches his hands into fists, his grip pulling at the strands of Zander’s hair. The alpha chuckles, the sound vibrating from his lips to Ethans cock.

"You just going to keep staring at it?" Ethan croaks out, his voice cracking as Zander keeps brushing the edge with his lips. He’s so close yet so far from giving what Ethan really wants. He’s too much of a tease, Ethan thinks.

Zander laughs again, the sound soft. His hands slide up Ethan’s bare thighs, his nails lightly scratching a trail. The hair there is small and fine before it thickens near the base of his pelvis.

"Stop teasing me," Ethan whispers with furrowed eyebrows. His breath has quickened and his length twitches as he stares at the Alphas mouth. "Please."

Zander smiles and opens his mouth. His tongue slips out and he presses it against the underside of Ethan’s dick. The beta shudders, his head falling back at the feeling of his spread out wet tongue.