Chapter Ten - Beg For It

Dallas ripped the remaining fabric from Carter’s body with one savage pull, leaving him completely bare and exposed beneath the moonlight streaming through the windows.

Carter’s breath hitched as Dallas positioned himself between his legs, those massive hands gripping his thighs and spreading them wide.

He felt Dallas’s cock, thick and impossibly hard, press against his entrance, already slick with precum.

It was like something out of one of his wet dreams that he’d always felt guilty about. Carter swallowed, imagining what that would feel like inside of him.

What’s wrong with you Carter? He thought, catching himself. You’re a bookworm nerd who loves nice succulents and Earl Grey, why are you letting this guy turn you into such a slut.

“Look at me,” Dallas commanded.

But Carter turned his face away stubbornly, his jaw clenched tight. “Fuck you.”

Dallas chuckled darkly, and Carter could feel the sound vibrating through his whole body.

He began circling Carter’s hole with the head of his cock, teasing, pressing just enough to make Carter’s breath stutter and shake but not enough to give him what he needed.

“You know,” Dallas mused, his voice deceptively casual even as his pupils dilated with barely restrained hunger, “I wonder if it’s too soon to fuck a pregnant person. I would have asked the doctor, but someone decided to jump out of a second-story window before I could.”

Carter’s eyes snapped to Dallas’s face, his cheeks flushing with humiliation and rage. “Don’t you dare make this any weirder than it has to be.”

He grabbed Dallas’s shoulders, trying to pull him down, pull him in. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

Dallas raised one eyebrow, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips. He went completely still, denying Carter the friction he desperately craved.

“Say please.”

Carter blinked, staring at him in angry disbelief. “Are you insane?”

His hands clenched into fists against Dallas’s chest, every muscle in his body screaming at him to punch that smug expression right off his stupidly handsome face.

“I’m not going to beg you for anything,” Carter spat. “You can go straight to hell with—”

Dallas shrugged and began to pull away, shifting his weight backwards. “That’s unfortunate. However, you’re stuck here with me for the rest of your life, so I suppose there will be plenty of other times to satisfy each other.”

Panic flared in Carter’s chest. He couldn’t actually be serious, could he? Dallas had been ready to devour him moments ago, there was no way he’d throw that away for some twisted power play.

Right?

But Dallas kept moving away, kept withdrawing, and Carter felt the loss like a physical ache deep inside his heart. It was ridiculous.

“Wait—” The word burst from Carter’s lips before he could stop himself. His hand shot out, grabbing Dallas’s arm and pulling him back. “Wait.”

Dallas paused, looking down at Carter with dark amusement dancing in those red-tinged eyes. His hand moved to Carter’s cock, giving it one slow, torturous stroke that made Carter’s hips buck involuntarily.

“What was that?” Dallas’s voice was pure sin, dripping with smug confidence.

Carter bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, shame burning through him. But his body was on fire, desperate and aching for Dallas despite everything, and his pride seemed like such a small thing compared to the need filling his senses.

“Please,” he whispered, barely audible even in the quiet room.

Dallas’s hand moved again, rewarding him with another stroke that pulled a broken moan from Carter’s throat.

“Please what?”

Carter wanted to scream. His hands clenched in the sheets, his entire body trembling with frustration and lust and self-hatred.

“Please fuck me,” he bit out through gritted teeth.

Dallas made a pleased sound deep in his chest, but he didn’t move. His hand continued its maddening rhythm, keeping Carter on the edge. “Go on.”

Carter’s mind raced, trying to figure out what else Dallas could possibly want.

His eyes darted to the window, to the enormous moon hanging in the sky, and understanding crashed over him like a wave.

He closed his eyes, unable to look at Dallas’s face as he said it.

“Please fuck me… mate.”

His own bitter words of surrender caused him to sigh helplessly hoping that was enough to get him what he needed. Hoping it would be worth it.

“Good boy,” Dallas purred, his voice thick with approval and barely restrained desire. “You see how easy that was?”

Carter opened his mouth to curse him out again, but Dallas chose that moment to lift Carter’s legs over his broad shoulders, folding him in half, and thrust inside in one devastating stroke.

“Fuck—” Carter’s curse dissolved into a strangled cry as Dallas filled him completely, the stretch burning and perfect and overwhelming all at once.

Dallas didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace that had the massive bed frame groaning beneath them.

Each thrust drove Carter deeper into the mattress, deeper into submission, until he couldn’t remember why he’d been fighting this in the first place.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, Carter’s broken moans and Dallas’s harsh breathing.

The moonlight cast everything in silver and shadow, highlighting the way Dallas’s muscles flexed with each powerful movement, how sweat began to bead on his skin.

Carter could smell it again, Dallas’s scent, woodsy and masculine and intoxicating, mixed with the musk of sex and the salt of sweat.

He could feel every inch of Dallas inside him, thick and hard and veiny, claiming him in the most primal way possible. “Harder, please. I— F- fuck me.” He gasped, barely able to string sentences together.

“You were such an innocent little thing in high school,” Dallas growled, his hips never breaking rhythm. “Now look at you, swearing like a sailor every time I touch you.”

“It’s your fault,” Carter gasped, his nails digging into Dallas’s back hard enough to leave marks. “I’m perfectly calm and well-adjusted with everyone else. Just another ordinary guy on the street. But you—”

He slammed his fists against Dallas’s chest, punctuating his words with each hit. “You get in my face and taunt me just to get a rise out of me, and you don’t stop until I’m like this. It’s all your fault— Fuck!”

“Brilliant Carter. How very smart of you to notice.” Dallas responded mockingly, grinning at Carter. “You are right. I have sinned. So let me show you how sorry I am.”

“You fucking—” Carter started.

Dallas caught Carter’s hands and pinned them above his head again, swallowing the rest of his rant with a bruising kiss. Carter could feel Dallas laughing against his mouth, that infuriating, condescending sound that made him want to bite and scratch and hurt him back.

But then Dallas changed his angle, hitting that spot inside Carter that made stars explode behind his eyelids, and all thoughts of violence dissolved into pure, mindless pleasure.

“That’s it,” Dallas murmured against Carter’s lips. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”

Carter’s body obeyed even as his mind rebelled, his back arching off the bed as Dallas pounded into him again and again. The pressure built inside him, coiling tighter and tighter until he thought he might shatter from it.

“Dallas—I can’t—I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” Dallas commanded, his hand wrapping around Carter’s neglected cock. “Come for your mate.”

The orgasm hit Carter like a freight train, ripping through him with such intensity that he actually screamed, his vision whiting out as pleasure crashed over him in waves.

He felt Dallas follow moments later, driving deep one final time with a deep growl that sounded more animal than human.

They collapsed together in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths, Carter’s legs still trembling as Dallas carefully lowered them from his shoulders.

Carter didn’t want to admit it, but Dallas may have had a point. Hate sex was the best kind, at least for him.

For several long moments, there was only the sound of their breathing gradually evening out, the moonlight still bathing them in silver.

And just as Dallas got up to begin a second round, causing Carter to shrink away in fear of that beast of a cock, a sharp knock at the door shattered the silence.

“Alpha Dallas.” A formal male voice came through the door, carrying an edge of urgency that made the hair on Carter’s neck stand up.

“Your brother has arrived. He’s waiting downstairs and says the matter cannot wait. He requests your immediate presence.”

Dallas’s entire body went rigid, so much so that Carter felt it too. The sudden tension in his body, the transition from post-orgasmic bliss to predatory focus.

When Dallas pulled out again and stood up, his expression had gone back to business. No more smug mocking grin or taunting mischief, only flat, dull eyes.”

“Tell him I’ll be down shortly,” Dallas called back, his voice perfectly controlled.

He looked down at Carter, still sprawled across the bed, and many different expressions flickered across his face; from possession to protectiveness.

“Stay here,” he ordered. “Don’t leave this room.”

And before Carter could even think of a response, Dallas was already pulling on clothes and heading for the door.

He left Carter alone with nothing but the fading warmth of Dallas’s touch and the growing sense that something very, very bad was about to happen.