"I know when a dominant alpha imprints, it drives them crazy." Ethan blinks at him, his tongue peaking out to lick the edge of his lip. The movement draws the alphas gaze there, and Ethan swallows.
Zander climbs onto his bed, the frame creaking at his extra weight, and with a hand on Ethan's shoulder, he gently pushes the beta on his back. His head meets the pillow and Ethan watches him with red rimmed eyes, his face and neck flushed red from both the alcohol in his system and the powerful enigma above him. He shudders when Zander's hand slides down his bare chest. Ethan's skin is soft, the muscle beneath is firm yet not prominent.
Zander leans further down, his arms flexing as he holds himself up. The tips of his black hair grazes along Ethan's collar bone, his lips brushing along the skin above his peaked nipple. "Do I look crazy to you?" His voice comes out as a thick whisper.
