Please Divorce Me, Alpha! {BL}

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Lorenzo kept a deep, steady rhythm against the wall, making every thrust feel intentional and unavoidable.

It was that kind of controlled pace that still managed to leave me breathless with every long slide back in.

The wet, gritty sounds of our bodies meeting, slick with rain, filled the narrow alley, and though it should’ve been embarrassing, all I could focus on was the way he completely filled me over and over again.

I pressed my forehead hard against my forearm, biting down on my lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.

Whenever a sharp gasp threatened to slip out, his hand would cover my mouth again, a warm reminder that we were still in public, even as his hips rolled forward with relentless precision.

At times, he’d shift his grip to my jaw, turning my face just enough for a messy, open-mouthed kiss that tasted like rain, shared breath, and a raw hunger that had been building throughout the day during our softer moments.

In the midst of it all, he leaned in closer, chest still pressed against my back, whispering in my ear with a rough edge as he struggled to maintain control.

”I never would’ve done something like this before you, you know. You... bring out parts of me I didn’t even know were there.” The he chuckled, kissing my neck. ”So if you think about it, this is all your fault. And you’re paying the price for it.”

The intensity nearly brought me to tears as each deep stroke of that massive cock hit that sweet spot inside me, making my vision blur and my legs threaten to buckle.

All I managed was a strangled grunt, though my usual sass peeked through. ”Don’t you dare blame me for your...fuck-- perversion, you absolute menace! This is all you, Dracula.”

He chuckled low in my ear, that sound vibrating between us, reminding me of the deal we made ages ago in that hotel room. ”Didn’t I tell you not to call me that? Call me Alpha when I’m fucking you... or there will be consequences.”

The command landed hard in my gut, pulling a reluctant groan from deep within before I could even think twice.

”Y-yes, Alpha.”

Those words felt strange and way too intimate coming from me, but the way his next thrust drove deeper as a reward made the embarrassment of saying them feel almost worth it.

He maintained that steady rhythm, sometimes covering my mouth again, while his other hand gripped my hip tightly enough to leave marks.

He adjusted the angle with each stroke, making sure to hit that spot that made me quiver.

Once again, distant voices and laughter echoed down the alley, and we froze...Lorenzo buried deep inside me, his hand over my mouth, both of us breathing hard through our noses while my heart raced.

The moments stretched on, feeling like forever.

The voices faded into the background noise of the city, and as soon as the danger passed, he drove back in harder, that near-discovery heightening everything; I let out another muffled sound against his palm, feeling the way his control slipped just a little, his breath hitching at the back of my neck as he kept the pace from turning chaotic.

After that, he deliberately teased me, slowing down or angling away whenever I got too close to the edge.

He drew it out until I was shaking, pushing back against each thrust, completely devoid of dignity. He was in charge of the moment with the same calm authority he brought to everything else.

Finally, when he allowed it, he reached around to stroke me in time with the deep grind of his hips against my prostate, commanding me to come in that low, steady voice that left no room for disagreement.

And I came hard, the intensity shaking me so much that he had to wrap his arm around my waist to keep me upright, doing my best to stay quiet as pleasure crashed over me in waves, leaving me wrecked and gasping against the cold stone.

He followed soon after, burying himself deep with a rough sound, knotting me against the wall.

The knot swelled, the sudden stretch pulling another broken sound from my throat that he muffled against his shoulder.

It was messy, intense, and a bit frantic...cum leaking around the knot, our wet clothes clinging to every spot they covered, the rain continuing to fall just beyond the overhang while we stayed locked together in that Paris alley, as if the rest of the world had vanished.

We remained pressed together while the knot held, both of us breathing heavily.

His forehead rested against the back of my neck, and one hand slowly stroked my side, which was a a gesture that felt almost gentle after everything that just happened.

Lorenzo let out a sigh, ”I want to go again...”

I froze at his words...with my eyes the size of dinner plates, then he chuckled in response at my reaction.

This motherfucker better be joking...

Reality slowly came back in pieces: we were drenched, half-exposed, and Lorenzo’s men were still out there somewhere in the rain.

Once the knot softened enough, he carefully separated us.

The sudden emptiness almost made me cry out again, but we managed a quick cleanup with the handkerchief he somehow still had and the rain, readjusting our clothes as best we could.

Making our way out of the alley was charged, awkward, and oddly intimate and our hands brushing, lingering looks that felt like neither of us was quite ready to joke about what had just happened, the heat from earlier still humming beneath my skin despite the cold air trying to reclaim it.

We emerged near the main street at what seemed like a pre-arranged spot, as the guards...especially Timothy looked visibly stressed and nearly frantic from searching.

Man, I almost felt bad for the poor guy.

The men took one look at us: soaked through, disheveled in ways that went beyond a mere rainstorm, clearly having been up to something besides seeking shelter.

They didn’t ask any questions. Lorenzo’s calm authority cut through the tension as always; he simply explained that we had gotten separated in the rain and found shelter under an overhang until it lightened up enough to move.

I stayed quiet beside him, feeling flushed and still trying to piece together everything, amazed at how he could turn on that composed demeanor while I felt completely destroyed inside and out after that fuck session.

The lingering warmth from the knot and the way he had taken me against that wall pulsed low in my gut, and every time his fingers brushed the mark on my neck, I felt that same charge again.

They quickly covered us with towels and ushered us toward the car with a professional efficiency that made it clear they were all trying very hard not to notice our state or how I was still walking a bit cautiously.

Lorenzo kept one hand resting on the back of my neck, a small possessive gesture that felt both grounding and claiming.

When we finally settled into the relative privacy of the back seat, he leaned in close, just for me to hear. ”I’m not done with you tonight, tesoro.”

Oh...lord help me.