Chapter 95

Cecil lost his shirt sometime during their flurry of kisses, leaving them both shirtless. Their heated bodies pressed up against each other in the cold, pristine bathroom.

There was a tinge of desperation in the way Cecil clutched at Alois' shoulders, his legs wrapped tightly around the other Alpha's waist. It was the way he burned up wherever Alois touched him, and the craving for something more.

A soft sound fell past Cecil's lips when Alois trailed burning kisses down his neck, instinctively throwing his head backward to give him more access.

Alois was right, he did overthink, it was why he blanked out his thoughts and instead let himself be swept up by the turbulent current. Maybe he would regret this later but he didn't care about the consequences just then, not when Alois was digging his fingers into his thighs and sucking tingling marks into his shoulder.