Julian stands slightly apart, checking his phone, but I notice his eyes tracking me.
“I’ll call for a car,” Julian says as we wave to my friends.
“The subway’s right there,” I point. “Or we could grab a cab?—”
Julian’s hand clamps around my wrist, his eyes suddenly dark with something primal. Without a word, he yanks me sideways, pulling me down the narrow alley beside the bar.
“Julian, what?—”
His mouth crashes into mine, pushing me against the brick wall. The kiss is messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue. His hands grip my hips, pinning me in place.
“Couldn’t wait,” he growls against my mouth. “I’ve been watching you all night.”
I should be concerned about being in an alley, about who might see us, but those thoughts evaporate as Julian presses his body against mine. We’re both hard, our erections grinding together through our pants with delicious friction. I groan into his mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Julian hisses, his fingers digging into my ass, urging me closer.
“Julian, wait,” I gasp, pulling my mouth away from his. “We agreed on a cooling-off period, remember? No sex for at least twenty-four hours.” I squirm as his hands continue their exploration. “My ass seriously needs a rest after the Hunt.”
Julian’s eyes darken, and a wicked smile curves his lips. “Yeah, well, my ass doesn’t, and it’s hungry for a cock.”
I freeze, my brain short-circuiting at his words. Did Julian Frost—the man who’s been nothing but dominant since I met him—suggest...?
“You want me to—” I can’t even finish the sentence.
“Fuck me?” Julian completes it for me, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Yes, Elliot, I do.”
My cock throbs painfully against my zipper. Just the thought of being inside him without being restrained to a chair makes me dizzy with want.
Julian reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small packet of lube, pressing it into my palm. “I came prepared.”
Before I can process what’s happening, he turns to face the brick wall, unbuckles his belt, and pushes his jeans down his thighs in one smooth motion. He bends slightly at the hip, looking over his shoulder with those ice-blue eyes that have haunted my dreams.
“Well?” he challenges. “Are you going to make me wait all night?”
My hands shake as I tear open the lube packet. Julian’s ass is perfectly sculpted, pale and firm against the darkness of the alley. I squeeze the lube onto my fingers, my other hand fumbling with my zipper.
When I free my cock, it’s so hard it hurts, already leaking at the tip. I apply more lube, slicking myself while staring at Julian’s exposed body. I work some of the cool gel around his entrance, watching as he pushes back against my fingers, eager and impatient.
“Fuck, Julian,” I whisper, my mouth watering at the sight before me. I can’t believe this is happening—that I’m about to fuck Julian Frost in a dirty alley behind a bar. That he wants me to.
I position myself behind Julian, pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. Despite his submissive posture, he glances over his shoulder, eyes glittering with command.
“Don’t go slow,” he orders. “Make your king feel good.”
My cock twitches at his words. Even bent over in an alley, Julian remains in complete control.
I push forward, burying myself inside him with one firm thrust. Julian hisses, his body clenching around me so tightly I see stars.
“Fuck, Julian,” I groan.
“More,” he demands. “I know you can do better than that, Elliot. Show me what you couldn’t when I had you tied down.”
The memory flashes through my mind—Julian straddling me in that leather chair during the Hunt, restraining my wrists and ankles while he used my cock for his pleasure. This is different. I’m not bound. I can move, thrust, and control the pace.
I pull back and slam into him harder, drawing a low moan from his throat.
“Yes,” Julian growls. “Like that. Fuck the cum out of me.”