The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL)-Chapter 80: PUNISHMENT CLAIMING

REED

I didn’t say another word in the hallway, I didn’t trust what would come out if I opened my mouth again. Everything I had was already too close to the surface, pressing against every wall I had left, and the hallway was not the place for what needed to happen next.

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the door and down the corridor and didn’t stop walking until we reached my room.

I unlocked it, pushed it open and pulled him in and the door closed behind us. Asher opened his mouth and tried to say something but I kissed him.

Not the kind of kiss that asks, not the kind that waits but the kind that arrives like a decision already made, my hands coming up to frame his face, walking him backward until his shoulders met the wall and staying there, staying on his mouth, not letting him speak because I already knew what words he would reach for and I was not ready to hear them and he was not going to say them now.

He made a sound against my mouth and I swallowed it.

His hands came up between us and I took both his wrists in one hand and pressed them firmly above his head against the wall and kissed him until I felt the resistance drain out of his shoulders completely.

Then I pulled back an inch just enough to look at him.

His lips were parted, his eyes were wide and dark and doing that complicated thing they did when he was feeling too much to organize into an expression.

I dropped my mouth to his throat slowly and deliberately. I pressed my lips against the curve of his neck and felt his pulse jump beneath the skin and kept moving, down the side of his throat, across his collarbone, my free hand finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

He shivered but I kept going down his chest, his ribs and the flat of his stomach. My mouth moved over every inch of skin while my hands mapped the rest, unhurried and thorough, like I had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it to remind him exactly who knew this body and who it belonged to.

I pressed my lips against his stomach and felt him tense and words came up from somewhere below conscious thought, below language almost, and I murmured directly into his skin.

Don’t.

Don’t do this.

Don’t leave.

I’m asking you.

They came out low and rough and half buried in the press of my mouth against him, more breath than sound, more feeling than words. Promises and pleading braided together in a voice I had never used in front of anyone.

Stay. Please stay.

I’m not asking as your Alpha.

I’m asking as—

I stopped, pressed my forehead against his stomach and breathed.

Asher’s free hand had found my hair without me noticing. His fingers weren’t gripping, just resting like he’d put them there without meaning to and hadn’t decided to take them back yet.

I stood up and looked at him. His eyes were glassy and his chest was rising and falling too fast and every layer of armor he’d been wearing since last night had developed serious structural damage.

I reached past him and pulled the curtains closed. Then I turned back and the look on my face must have said something his body understood before his mind caught up because he took one small involuntary step backward and found the bed behind his knees.

"Reed—"

"Turn around," I said.

His mouth closed. Something moved through his expression. Not fear exactly. Something more complicated that had heat underneath it despite everything he’d decided about us and he turned around.

I pulled his jeans and underwear down slowly and pressed my palm flat against the small of his back, holding him in place. My other hand came around to wrap around his cock and I stroked him once, slowly, feeling him already half hard despite himself, and felt the full body shudder that moved through him at the contact.

"You know why we’re here," I said quietly. Not a question.

He gripped the bedsheet and said nothing. I released him and my hand came down in a sharp spank against his ass.

The crack of it split the quiet room and Asher’s breath punched out of him in a sharp gasp, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"You rejected me," I said and spank again but this time harder. His knuckles went white in the sheets and a broken sound escaped him, half protest and half something else entirely, something that lived in the complicated territory between punishment and relief.

"You exposed yourself to a hallway full of Alphas."

Again.

I felt him trembling now. Not from pain. From the effort of holding himself together when his body had already decided it didn’t want to.

My hand gentled, I rubbed slow circles over the warmth I’d left on his skin, soothing and possessive at once. Then I leaned down and pressed my mouth against the heat there and felt him shudder violently.

I reached around again and wrapped my hand around his cock.

Fully hard now, flushed and leaking slightly at the tip, his body betraying every decision his mind had made. I stroked him slowly, deliberately, thumb sweeping over the head on every upstroke, and listened to the sounds he was trying and failing to suppress.

"You tried to leave me," I said against his skin. "Twice. In less than twenty four hours."

I stroked him until his hips were moving helplessly and his breathing had completely abandoned any pretense of control. Then I stopped.

He made a wrecked sound and I turned him over. His eyes came up to mine, dark and completely unguarded, every wall down, just Asher underneath, exhausted, open and entirely present.

I looked at him for a long moment then I reached into the nightstand, took my time preparing him the way I did last night when I made love to him, working him open slowly with slicked fingers while he gripped the sheets and tried not to make noise and failed entirely. Two fingers, then three, scissoring gently, feeling him clench and relax and clench again, watching his face through all of it.

"Reed—" His voice broke on my name.

"I know," I said. "I know."

I covered his body with mine and pushed my cock inside his hole slowly.

The sound that left Asher when I filled him was quiet and wrecked and completely involuntary and it moved through the bond at the same time it moved through the air between us, hitting me in two places at once. I pushed in to the hilt and stopped and held him there, both of us completely still, the full weight of the connection settling between us like something that had been waiting all day to finally come home.

Then I began to move. Slow, and deep thrusts. The kind that doesn’t allow distance. The kind that makes you feel every inch on every slide and leave absolutely no room for the mind to wander anywhere else. I rolled my hips with each stroke and felt him shudder beneath me and kept my eyes on his face because I needed to see him. I needed to watch every flicker of what this was doing to him.

I bit down at the curve of his shoulder.

Hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough to mean something tomorrow. He arched off the mattress.

"Don’t ever try to leave me again," I said against the bite. His fingers twisted in the sheets. I shifted my angle deliberately and his whole body jerked.

"Say it," I said.

He shook his head. Even now. Stubborn even here, like this, with his cock hard and leaking between our bodies and his thighs shaking against my hips.

Something fierce and aching moved through my chest. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts and watched him unravel.

"Say it, Asher."

"Reed—" My name came out completely broken.

"Tell me you won’t leave."

"I—" His head fell back. "I can’t—"

I thrust deeper, stroked him tighter and felt him clenching hot around my cock and the bond between us blazing open like a door kicked off its hinges.

"Say it."

He came. Hard and sudden and with a full body shudder that moved through him from his shoulders to his thighs, his cum spilling hot over my fist and his stomach, his cock pulsing in my hand while he made a sound that was almost my name and almost something else and his ass clenched tight around me and dragged me over with him.

I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, filling him with long slow pulses, pressing my face into his neck and breathing him in through every wave of it, feeling my cum settle deep inside him while the bond roared between us like something enormous and utterly beyond either of our control.

Afterwards the room was completely quiet.

I was still inside him, and still holding him. His breathing was coming back slowly to something even. His hands had loosened from my shoulders but neither of them had left entirely.

The bond lay between us warm and full and deeply, stubbornly alive. I pressed my lips against his temple, his cheekbone and then the corner of his jaw. He didn’t pull away.

I

withdrew slowly and reached for my shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head, settling it around him with both hands, smoothing it down with the kind of deliberate care that said everything I hadn’t been able to organize into words tonight.

Then I stood up and he looked up at me from the bed. His eyes half closed. His expression stripped of every layer of construction and performance and careful distance.

Just Asher.

Mine.

Something crossed his face. A question forming.

"We’re not done," I said and I reached for my jacket.

"Get dressed."

Asher sat up slowly, carefully, tracking me with the particular attention of someone who hasn’t decided yet whether to be afraid.

"Where are we going?" His voice came out smaller than he meant it to and I held his gaze.

"To fix the damage you caused," I said. "Starting with my headmaster."

The color left Asher’s face completely.

I watched it happen and didn’t look away and didn’t soften it.

"Get dressed, Asher."