The Possessive Rival Alpha pt2

Rowan’s breath hitched—so soft I almost missed it. Moonlight sliced across his face again, exposing that raw, unguarded flicker in his eyes. Something ancient. Something unresolved. He stared at me like he was reliving the night everything between us nearly shattered. Like he was debating if it could still explode. But he stayed rooted. And so did I. Just two male Alphas, jammed shoulder to shoulder in the shadows, acting like this electric pull was bullshit.

Then, in a blur, he yanked me forward and slammed his mouth against mine. His lips crushed hard, tongue shoving in without warning. I shoved him back, my eyes burning with fury.

“Are you fucking insane? We’re here on a mission to hunt those rogue bastards… not to swap spit like some pathetic omegas!”

My words hung in the air, but he didn’t give a damn. He surged closer, his hot breath blasting my skin, carrying the sharp scent of pine and sweat from the chase.

“Adrian…” My name rolled off his tongue like a threat, low and gravelly, twisting the air between us into something lethal.

Before I could snarl another protest, his mouth crashed into mine again. This time, he gripped my shirt, fingers digging into my chest like claws. I hated how my body betrayed me—cock twitching in my pants, heat flooding my veins. This asshole, this rival who’d clawed his way into every pack dispute, every bloody brawl, thinking he could own me? Fuck that.

I grabbed his throat, squeezing just enough to make him choke, but he only grinned against my lips, feral and unyielding. “You think you can just take what you want, Rowan? After all the shit you’ve pulled?” I growled, shoving him against the rough bark of a nearby tree. The moonlight dappled his face, highlighting the scar on his jaw from our last fight.

“Shut your mouth and kiss me back, you stubborn prick,” he rasped, yanking my hips flush against his. I felt his hard cock pressing through our clothes, thick and insistent, grinding against mine. The friction sent a jolt straight to my balls, and I cursed under my breath.

“Fuck you,” I spat, but my hands were already tearing at his shirt, buttons popping as I exposed his muscled chest, slick with night sweat. He laughed, dark and mocking, then flipped us so my back hit the tree instead. His knee jammed between my thighs, rubbing against my throbbing dick.

“Beg for it, Adrian. Beg like the rival bitch you are.” His teeth scraped my neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood. Pain mixed with pleasure, making me buck against him.

“Never,” I hissed, but my voice cracked as he palmed my cock through my pants, squeezing roughly. He unzipped me with one hand, freeing my length to the cool night air. His fingers wrapped around it, stroking fast and brutal, thumb smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

“Liar,” he whispered, dropping to his knees in the dirt. Moonlight caught the hunger in his eyes as he swallowed my cock whole, throat tightening around me. I groaned, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling hard to make him gag. “Suck it deeper, you worthless shit. If you’re gonna start this, finish it right.”

He did, bobbing his head with sloppy, wet sounds, saliva dripping down my shaft and onto my balls. His free hand clawed at my ass, fingers probing my hole, teasing the rim without mercy. I hated him—hated how good it felt, how his tongue swirled around the head, lapping up every drop.

“Get up,” I snarled, hauling him to his feet. My turn. I spun him around, slamming his chest against the tree. His pants hit the ground in seconds, ass bare and clenching under the silver light. I spit on my fingers and shoved two inside him, rough and unyielding. He bucked, cursing.

“Fucking hell, Adrian—do it harder, you coward!”

I twisted my fingers, stretching him wide, feeling his walls grip tight. His cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking onto the forest floor. “Beg me to fuck you, Rowan. Say it, or I walk.”

He growled, pushing back onto my hand. “Please… fuck me, you bastard. Ram that cock in and make me scream.”

That did it. I lined up, slicking my dick with spit, and thrust in deep. No prep, no gentleness—just raw, pounding force. He yelled, a mix of pain and rage, but his hips slammed back to meet me. “Harder! You think that’s all you got, rival? Fuck me like you hate me!”

I did. Gripping his hips, I drove in relentlessly, balls slapping against his ass with every brutal snap. Sweat poured down our bodies, mixing with dirt from the ground. His curses filled the night—“Shit, yes, deeper, you fucking animal!”—as I reached around to jerk his cock, matching my rhythm.

The tension we’d built for years exploded here, in this messy tangle of limbs and hate. I bit his shoulder, tasting blood, while he clawed at the tree bark. “Cum for me, Rowan. Show me how much you need this enemy dick.”

He shattered first, roaring as hot cum spurted over my hand, clenching around me like a vice. I followed, burying deep and flooding his ass, pulse after pulse. We collapsed in a heap, panting, the moonlight washing over our wrecked forms. But even spent, the fire lingered—rivals, forever unfinished.