Music plays from the earbuds that fell over Leo's shoulder, the sound muffled. Leo's face is pressed against the wall, his cheek stinging, and his arms are at his side as Max presses against him from behind. The alpha licks the skin just below Leo's hair line, the muscle wet and warm, and he shudders. The hand holding him still releases, and when Max steps back, Leo spins around.
Leo tilts his head back to glare up at him, his blonde hair shifting, and his hand raising to rub the back of his neck. The alpha is dressed in all black, from his long trench coat to the leather of his shoes, so it's no wonder Leo didn't notice him. His brown hair brushes against his forehead, his green eyes reminding him of emeralds.
