Ryley's body burned—slick warmth trailing down his thighs, each trembling breath fogging into the night air.
Clyde said nothing as he dragged him toward the rock near the water's edge.
His grip was bruising, trembling with something far more volatile than desire. Power throbbed through his limbs—barely contained, feral.
The blond's skin kissed the cold stone as the Alpha bent him forward, gripping his narrow waist with both hands, breath ragged and primal, chest heaving like a storm barely caged in flesh.
Ryley gasped as he felt the hard press of Clyde's arousal against him—throbbing, hot, pulsing with the weight of the Supreme Power, but—
This wasn't Clyde.
"Please… wait—ahh—" Ryley's voice cracked, but the only answer he got was a low growl—an echo from something deeper than human.
His fingers clawed at the Alpha's veined wrist, trembling, but not pulling away.
He didn't want to run.
