Max slid down the bed and pushed Adam's thighs apart, his gaze intense. "On your stomach," he said, using his hand as a firm guide.
The order would normally irritate Adam, but he turned over and buried his face in the pillow that smelled of Max. The alpha's hands smoothed over his thighs and his ass, possessive and warm.
A second later, Max was over him, covering him, his chest to Adam's back. He entered him from behind again, but this time from a deeper angle. Adam cried out, the sound muffled by linen. Max set a brutal, pounding pace, his hips thrusting without stopping. Each thrust jarred Adam forward, causing friction to burn through him and create a new, different type of tension.
Max leaned down, his mouth hot on Adam's shoulder, teeth scraping. "You take me so well," he growled, his praise shocking Adam to the core.
