Alec groaned into his pillow, dodging the warm lips feathering over his own. He turned his head, moaning softly when the tickling brushes swept over his neck down to his shoulder, where JT grazed his teeth and nipped in gently.

Snapping open his eyes, Alec adjusted to regard the alpha torturing him so sweetly. After he’d wrecked and ruined him last night, woke him up twice for more deliciously rough sex, he now wanted to keep him from sleeping in.

“Go away,” Alec teased, yawning widely. He flopped over to face JT, their faces inches apart. Blinking lazily, his eyes watery and stinging from sleepiness, and his face and body sore from their busy night, he mumbled, “I want to sleep, you beast.”

He broke off on a moan when JT pulled him closer, pressing his hot, long, and very hard cock to Alec’s stomach.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it,” JT said, a low growl tumbling free. With little warning, he lifted Alec off the bed and settled him to straddle his waist.

“Whoa,” Alec breathed, one hand flying to clutch his temple as blood rushed to his head from the sudden switch in position. When he could unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, he said, “Give me a heads up next time.”

JT rocked his hips upward in response.

Moaning, Alec dropped his hand to clutch the alpha’s big shoulder, his asshole clenching as JT’s warm balls pressed closer to his pulsing entrance. It wasn’t too long before he moved in time with JT’s slow grinding movements. The sweet friction almost undid him. His scrotum grew heavy and tingled with the cum boiling away inside of him, and his cock twitched every time JT pushed up against his ass.

“Stop…teasing…me.” Alec slipped his hands down to JT’s chest and he tweaked at the alpha’s chocolate brown nipples. Twisting them in his hands, he pinched and plucked them, figuring two could play at their torturous foreplay.

“Gotta try harder than that,” JT grunted, his big hands grasping harder at Alec’s hips and rocking faster.

Alec’s hands stilled on JT’s nipples, his body seizing with each rub to his core. Realizing JT wouldn’t tire before he did, Alec begged him. “You win, then. Just fuck me already.”

JT chuckled darkly. Lifting Alec up then, he waited for Alec to grasp his cock and help angle his ass toward the alpha’s bulbous, glistening glans. “That’s it,” he urged. “Stuff yourself with that dick. You want that, don’t you? You’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?”

Alec moaned incoherently, panting faster as he sucked up more of JT’s thick girth. Inch by inch, he swallowed all his alpha lover offered him until he sat on him fully. He rocked, swirling his hips and wiggling from side to side.

JT palmed his stomach, his large, calloused palm running down to fist Alec’s bobbing cock. The alpha wasn’t the only one waking with a morning woody. Alec had been having the problem since he first bumped into JT three years ago. He had thought with JT in his bed, that this hungering lust for the big, tatted alpha would run its course, but his desire had only grown fiercer.

And with it came new strange feelings, particularly the jealousy and possessiveness he’d felt only last night when JT had been staring down Parrot. Sure, the unpleasant friction between the two men had been obvious. But it hadn’t eased Alec’s rampant curiosity and equally obsessive suspicion that something deeper was going on beyond what JT had mentioned about Parrot’s debts.

Focusing on working JT’s big cock inside of him, Alec squeezed his insides and lifted his hips, moving his ass to the fat, weeping tip of JT’s shaft before plunging down on all nine inches. Up and down, he rode that dick like his life depended on it. And in a way, it did. The inheritance had only one clause to be surmounted now, and the more Alec and JT fucked, the higher the chances of Alec’s pregnancy.

From there, he’d just have to pray they had a son.

Then JT would have no reason to stay.

Alec moved harder, going wild on JT’s cock. He didn’t want to think anymore. He wanted this orgasm to drain him and leave him for dead.

“Ah, fuck, yes,” JT growled, his hand pumping at Alec’s shaft more sloppily.

Alec twisted around, finding that bundle of nerves deep inside of himself and ramming JT’s cock there. Once the back of his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth for a long wail, JT took over, aiming his cockhead at Alec’s prostate and pounding at it relentlessly.

With his P-spot firing away, and JT’s knot burning his ass, stretching his sphincter wide open and locking their bodies together, Alec came hard and fast. He spurted onto JT’s stomach and face, coating him in his creamy, white cum. “Fuck, yeah! Uuhhh,” he moaned, as JT’s hand milked his cock, his ass hugging the fat cock splitting him in two.

Not too far along, JT pumped his hips and brought himself to the edge. “I’m coming,” JT broke off the warning with a loud groan. His short, spasming thrusts finished him off, and he painted Alec’s insides with his warm, sticky seed.

Alec dropped over JT, his arms winding around his shoulders, fingers tracing his thick nape. His ass squeezed at JT’s cock, still stuffed inside him, still filling him in a way no other alpha could, even if he were to try and find another lover. He didn’t want anyone else. He had to come to terms with that. No one but JT himself would do.

Burrowing his head into the crook of JT’s neck, Alec closed his eyes and started to give into the fatigue carrying him off.

It was surprising then, when he opened his eyes next, to find he was hugging a pillow and JT was nowhere to be seen. Sitting up quickly, and regretting it immediately, Alec cursed mentally while he waited for his balance to right itself. Once he could open his eyes without a flood of dizziness, he looked around the empty guestroom.

“JT,” he called, wondering if he was in the walk-in closet.

At the silence, Alec kicked free of the blankets and he padded in all his naked glory to check the dark closet. He noted JT’s jacket was missing…as well as the cuts he’d shown him last night.

They had talked a bit about the club. Though it felt that JT had been holding back more than he’d been forthcoming.

Alec retrieved his PJs off the floor, and once he was dressed, he hastily made the bed and padded out of the room to his bedroom down the hall. Alec stilled in the doorway when he saw his mother at his desk, the laptop open from his research yesterday, her hand lifting from the mouse as she spun to regard him.

“Oh, it’s you, Alec.” She spoke calmly, evenly, her smile radiant even under the white netted face veil.

Alec was about to ask who else she expected, but he moved in and saw the browser page that was open on the laptop. Shit. The official website of the Swiss clinic stared back at him, taunting him, reminding Alec he had this awful habit of not clearing his search history.

In this case, he must have left this open from last time. He had been too busy as of late with JT to browse anymore. Besides, he had all the information he needed from the clinic. Specifically how expensive their services were, and how Alec desperately needed the inheritance money from his father’s will.

“What are you doing in here?” Alec asked.

She clapped her hands together, laughing a tinkling, pretty sound and standing from the office chair. “I was looking for you, actually. It’s such a nice day,” she paused, gesturing to the bright sunlight streaming in through Alec’s eastern facing arched French window, “and I had thought we could go for a walk, but you weren’t in here. I knocked,” she said. “You didn’t answer though.”

“I was with JT,” Alec muttered, his face burning hot with embarrassment. This was one topic he didn’t want to discuss with her.

“I thought as much,” his mother said, smiling. Isolde looked more like herself for a moment, and Alec imagined having her back. The idea of going walk with her sounded almost normal. Although usually the old Isolde would be long out of here, hanging at a spa, or gossiping over a luncheon with a bunch of other socialite airheads with mothering better to do.

“Sure. A walk sounds great. Let me get changed.”

“Alec,” his mother called him back, the warbling uncertainty in her tone holding him from heading into the ensuite. She looked pointedly over her shoulder at the computer. “You don’t have to consider the clinic.”

Alec clenched his teeth, his hands fisting at his side. He swallowed down the urge to tell her to mind her own business. But this was sort of her business.

She smiled, stepping closer and taking in his hands, making him feel guilty for even thinking of telling her off. “Alec,” she said, squeezing his hands. “We’re a bit thin on money these days…”

“I know,” Alec said, scoffing. He sighed then, at the sight of her wounded shock. “I’m not as sheltered as you think.” He didn’t add that he’d been taking care of her these last two months since her car accident and facial disfigurement.

“But it’s expensive,” she stressed, her grip tightening. “I don’t want to… I’d rather spend our days like this. I don’t want to lose this, too, Alec.”

She worried that he planned to sell the house. Alec frowned. “Have faith in me.”

“What?” she blurted.

“Have a little more faith in me,” Alec repeated.

After a long, weighty pause, she asked, “Does this have to do with why you married Jeremy so soon?”

At the mention of JT, Alec’s frown deepened, his cheeks smarting with the effort of using all those extra muscles to convey his irritation. But his silence spoke volumes, and his mother moved back, as if he’d slapped her.

“Alec, what’s going on? What did you do?” She actually looked horrified.

“Nothing,” Alec said quickly. He tried to disengage himself from her, but she grasped him harder and gave him a sharp tug, nothing that moved him forward, so much as to caution him to stay still.

Isolde then lifted her veil off hastily, revealing her scarring and her determination to stay on the course of this topic. “I’m your mother, and you’ll tell me what’s going on in that head of yours right now. And if not for me, at least for JT. The poor man—oh, Alec. I thought I raised you better.”

“JT knows,” was all Alec said, annoyed she’d think Alec would seduce anyone blindly into this stupid contractual marriage business. Spying the flickers of worry in her face though, Alec’s annoyance fled him and he waved the white flag. “We’ll talk when we go for the walk,” he said at last, unsure of how this confession would pan out.

His mother released him slowly, nodding. “I’ll wait in my room for you then.”

As Alec watched her go, he wondered at all the effort he’d gone to keep her in the dark. Now he didn’t know whether to be relieved to be parting with his secrets, or to cry because he wanted to remain the strong one this time. Isolde had done so much for him. Even if she wasn’t the perfect mother, she hadn’t let Alec starve from the hunger of familial love, and she remained the sole, brightest part of his life.

At least she had until a certain alpha came around.

No, Alec thought, this would be good for them. All of them. Because we’re family…for now.

Family helped each other out, didn’t they?