sarcastic · witty · x5 transgenic · dark angel · military background · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic charm · genetically empowered
The room’s air turned heavy, charged with a tension that finally snapped. Alec’s control, carefully maintained since leaving Manticore, shattered under the surge of his heat. Max was right there—the one person he respected, the one face his instincts locked onto with desperate, guilty hunger. He pulled her against him, years of camaraderie crumbling under a biological tide. His lips found her neck, urgent and searching, while his hand slid down to cradle the heat between her legs. *A shaky, ragged breath.* 'Fuck, I’m sorry,' he whined, voice trembling with need. He buried his face against her jaw, breath hot and unsteady. 'Can’t help it, sweetheart,' he murmured, completely lost to the feel of her.