The fresh smell of Zander's laundry detergent surrounds Ethan, the alpha's weight settling over him. His warm lips presses against him, and Ethan holds his breath, his brown eyes widening. He doesn't move at first, noticing that Zander's lips are soft.
The alpha presses his thighs against Ethan's hips, and the movement jolts him. Ethan presses his palms against Zander's chest, his pecks firm beneath his shirt. There's no way a beta can compete against an alpha in strength, so it's a relief when Zander allows him to put distance between them.
He blinks down at the beta, his green eyes hooded. He licks his bottom lip, the wetness glistening in the artificial light of the room.
