Soon, the bedroom is filled with the sounds of Alex grunts, Win's hitching pants and slaps of their straining, sweaty bodies. The pace the Alpha sets is relentless, finally giving in to his own needs and taking what is being eagerly offered. Win trusts back with equal vigor, his entire body alight with sparks as Alex nails his prostate the best way possible.

He lets out a squeak when he's abruptly lifted off the mattress from his sprawl by an arm that snakes between his chest and the bed. When his brain catches up, Win realizes that he's now on his knees, with his back flushed against Alex chest. The...