Beta Complex

Chapter 83: Are You Serious?

The alleyway smells of piss, vomit, and stale beer. The sound of the busy street a few feet away sounds muffled to Ethan as he blinks up at Zander. He looks taller than he was two years ago, and broader too. Ethan heard something about Dominant alphas not fully maturing until the age of thirty, but even so, isn’t that overkill? Omega’s mature at the age of twenty three, so why do alphas keep getting growth spurts?

He pushes the thought away, it’s not like it matters anyway.

"He’s just looking out for me." Ethan answers Zander’s question, his eyes looking at everything except the dominant alphas eyes. He can’t get himself to do it. It’s been so long since he’s looked into sparkling green eyes lined with a ring of purple.

Zander seems to pick up on it, because he lifts his hand towards Ethan’s chin. His thumb grazes over the bottom and it seems to break whatever patients he has. His grip is hard on Ethan’s jaw as he forces him to tilt his head up.

Ethan sucks in a breath, his brown eyes wide as he seems to look into the Alphas soul. The pounding of his heart strains against his chest, and he puts a hand on his chest to push Zander away. It’s the wrong move, as the warmth of his body seeps into his palm, the hardness of his pecks shifting beneath his touch.

It feels like Zander has been working out. Not that Ethan wants to know.

The alpha doesn’t budge, if anything he seems to focus hard on the hand on his chest as a deep rumble emits from it. What the hell is happening?

Giving up on getting his personal space, Ethan drops his hand, ignoring the uncomfortable way his palm grows cold without the Alphas warmth.

"And he has a point. What is there to talk about?" Despite his words, there’s an earnestness in his tone. Ethan forces himself to continue, hoping Zander can’t hear the unsteadiness of his tone. "You had nothing to say when you disappeared."

Zander clenches his jaw, his eyes flitting up above Ethan’s head as if he can’t look at him any longer.

The beta hopes he feels guilty. He hopes that the feeling is eating away at his insides because it should be. He hopes because that’s all he can do. This alpha had wiggled his way into his life, and broke down his walls, and then left like it meant nothing to him. He’s warm and comforting and then disappears like he never existed in the first place. Sometimes Ethan stayed up at night wondering if he imagined it all in his head.

Zander looks back down at him, a foreign look on his face that Ethan has never seen before. Before Zander can say anything, if at all, Ethan continues.

"I mean, we haven’t spoken in what, two and a half years?" He scoffs, resting his head back against the wall. He gives a bitter smile, trying to hide the way his chest aches. A lump of emotion forms in his throat, and he tries his best to swallow it down. "And then you show up out of no where and-"

Zander leans down and presses his lips firmly against Ethans, effectively cutting him off. His large hand runs along the column of the beta’s neck, and goosebumps rise on his skin.

Ethan blinks at the closeness of Zander’s face, and can see the way his long lashes brush against the top of his cheeks. He presses his lips firmly together, refusing to give in. He turns his head away, but Zander grips the line of his jaw and forces him back.

"N-no!" Ethan grinds the words out, shoving at the alphas shoulders, but the movement is futile. His muscles aren’t just for show it seems.

Zander growls, a deep rumble that emits from his chest and Ethan freezes. His eyes are open now, the deep ring of purple thick and nearly glowing as they over take the green of his iris’. He looks just as he did when he was injected with the concoction Chris gave him. He looks like an alpha on the edge.

Zander rubs his lips along Ethan’s cheeks, not seeming to care the way the beta tenses up. He licks and nips down his neck, his breath growing heavy as he gets a hold of Ethan’s waist. His arm wraps tight around him, his body lining up with the beta.

Don’t give in, Ethan repeats to himself as Zander presses in closer to his body. His breath rushes out when Zander nudges Ethan’s legs apart to slip his own between them, the top of his thigh pressing into his stiffening cock.

"Oh," Ethan breathes, his eyes falling shut as Zander sucks a hickey above his collar bone. This isn’t how its supposed to go, he thinks before the thought quickly vanishes.

Ethan wraps his arms around Zander’s neck, pulling him in closer. Their chests are flushed together, his hand slipping beneath the smooth fabric of Zander’s shirt to get to the muscles beneath.

The alpha shudders, his breath fanning against Ethan’s heated skin. He reaches down, his fingers bumping against the button of his pants before it pops off. He reaches his hand inside, his palm hot against Ethan’s dick.

The beta’s hips snap forward, his head falling back against the wall as Zander wraps his hand around it and tugs.

"W-wait," Ethan whispers, his voice thick and hoarse. His tongue coming out to lick his lower lip. Zander groans and ducks his head, slicking his own tongue against Ethans.

The beta sighs, his mouth falling open as he starts to pant. Whatever denial he had been spewing before is long gone. He reaches down to pull Zander’s pants away, pulling the alpha’s cock out. They both touch the other, precum slicking against their skin and making the slide of their hands smooth.

Zander’s teeth grazes against his lip before he returns to kissing his neck once more. He seems fixated, the sharp points of his teeth focused on one strip of muscle there.

"Ah," Ethan’s knees grow weak, but Zander has no trouble holding him up against the wall.

"Dude. Are you serious?"

Ethans eyes clench shut as he cums, spurts of it hitting Zanders shirt. His entire body flushes red, his eyes wide with horror as he spots Leo over Zanders shoulder.

"Fuck." He mutters.