Chapter 22. Dom/Sub Arrangement

November 28th, xxxx - KAMIL'S POV

A HAND AROUND HIS NECK, Kamil throws the Alpha against the wall and captures his lips, crushing their bodies together.

His lips are soft, his breath fast as Kamil slides up his stomach across his chest and brush past a nipple.

Kamil’s left hand press into the crook of the Alpha’s hip and he melts into him. A lick of his bottom lip and all the things Kamil’s ever wanted are locked in his small moan.

Kamil teases him at first, tasting the coffee on his lips. But when the Alpha squirms under him and yanks him closer until they’re both crammed, Kamil deepens the kiss. Kamil rams his tongue down his throat until all he can taste is Precious Precious, Precious.

Hoisting him up on the wall, Kamil kisses him until he’s a whimpering, begging mess, panting Kamil, Kamil, Kamil in his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Kamil tilts the Alpha’s neck to the side and sinks his teeth just above his pulsing heat. Kamil sucks, breathing him