“I sensed you,” Boaz said, rubbing at his eyes like he was still waking up. “What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” Alexander said.
“About what?”
“The healer found something.”
Boaz straightened a little at that, his tiredness fading. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Alexander more carefully. “ What did he say?”
“Can you let me in so we can talk?” Alexander said, glancing past him. “And maybe put on some clothes.”
Boaz hesitated for a second, then stepped back and pulled the door open wider. “Fine. Come in.”
Alexander stepped inside, his gaze moving over the space automatically.
It was small. Simple.
Everything was in one room. A compact kitchen with worn counters and a narrow bathroom were tucked off to the side. A single bed was pushed into the far corner. Near the window sat a rocking chair, the wood smoothed down from years of use.
“You live here,” Alexander said before he could stop himself.
“Yes,” Boaz said flatly. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No,” Alexander replied slowly. “It’s just… the pack seems well taken care of. And you’re…”
“I’m what?”
“Nothing,” Alexander said with a small shrug, already stepping past him, his attention caught on something. A painting.
He moved toward it without thinking, drawn in by the vibrant colors, but Boaz stepped in front of it, blocking his view completely.
Alexander’s gaze lifted slowly, taking in Boaz’s clenched fists, tight jaw and rigid shoulders. Ready for a fight.
Something dark and thrilling stirred in Alexander’s chest at the sight. He wanted to push him further. Wanted to see what happened if Boaz lost control completely.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
He needed him calm. Relaxed. Needed him unaware if he was going to compel him, take what he needed, and make him forget.
And yet, the thought of seeing him break…sent a thrilling sensation through him.
“You said Brett found something,” Boaz said through clenched teeth. “What did he find?”
“He’s still running tests,” Alexander replied easily.
Boaz’s expression darkened. “Then why are you here?”
Alexander held his gaze.
“I needed to see you,” he said softly, letting his compulsion powers slip into his eyes and voice as he stepped closer. “Just relax,” he murmured. “This is a dream. When you wake up in the morning, you won't remember a thing.”
He closed the gap between them, his arms sliding around Boaz as he pulled him closer.
Alexander’s body tensed with anticipation. He dipped his head, licking a path along Boaz’s neck. A moan slipped from the werewolf, soft and unguarded. His body relaxed, melting into Alexander’s as the compulsion took hold.
“Fuck, you’re heavy.” Alexander grunted, tightening his grip to keep them both upright.
He spied the bed behind him and carefully walked them there. He lay down, pulling Boaz close beside him. Then, he sank his fangs in and sucked.