Marked Northern Shifters 1

and this time Liam grabbed Alec’s arms, holding him in place.
Alec struggled. “Let me go.”
Surprisingly, Liam obeyed.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” Alec couldn’t make sense of what was going on and he didn’t know if it was his fear or Liam’s actions.
Liam tried to bring his palm to Alec’s cheek, and Alec smashed a fist against Liam’s wrist. He didn’t even wince.
“Calm down,” urged Liam.
“Take off your pants.”
“What?”
“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? To fuck.”
“Alec—”
“But I’m going to fuck you.”
“No—”
“No? What kind of ‘no’ is that?”
Liam just looked baffled.
“No, you’re a top? No, you’re in charge. No, you can beat the crap out of me if you want? You already proved that the other day.”
“Alec, c’mon. I am not…” But Liam stopped talking as Alec grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked Liam towards him. Alec waited for Liam to fight, but he stood still while Alec unbuttoned and unzipped him. When it was time to step out of his pants, Liam even leaned on Alec. Warm hands caressed Alec’s neck and shoulders.
Alec slapped the hands away, and Liam stared back confused, not understanding that Alec was absolutely spoiling for a fight.
“This is fucking, Liam, okay? That’s it. Then you leave and you don’t come back . Turn around.”
Liam slowly shook his head while Alec shucked off his own jeans. He was dripping. Liam noticed and Alec managed to take satisfaction at the golden boy’s interest.
Liam reached for him and Alec caught his wrist. He just could not submit tonight. Too wired, he was dying to be in control of something.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” said Alec.
At a loss, Liam licked his lips, and once again Alec shoved him back when he didn’t expect it. As Liam stumbled, Alec stuck a foot behind his leg and knocked him down.
Of course, Liam rolled with the fall. He was too graceful to hurt himself.
“Jesus, Alec.” Liam actually sounded pissed.
Alec landed on top of him, seizing his arms to pin him down. But Liam grabbed Alec, too, and they grappled. Alec didn’t care if Liam was stronger. Alec was angrier and he pushed down on Liam, who watched with some consternation. Before Alec could press his advantage, Liam turned and Alec landed on his side.
“Fuck,” he swore as Liam used his weight to get Alec on his back. He fought harder now, hard like he had that awful day a year ago when they’d slammed him on his back and forced liquid down his throat. Why the fuck he was reenacting this scene with Liam he didn’t know. The wolves hadn’t wanted sex. God knows what they had wanted. Alec still couldn’t make sense of the nightmare, despite the way his mind had returned to that scene again and again. Liam proved to be as strong as the wolves had been but, unlike them, took care not to hurt Alec.
Liam is here, not wolves. Alec tried to hold the panic in check. He’d stopped wrestling and so had Liam. To Alec’s mortification, he realized he was gasping with fear while Liam held him close and made shushing noises, trying to soothe with his body and his voice. As if to bring Alec full circle, though Liam couldn’t know, he dipped down his golden head and kissed the ugly scar. Licked it, and Alec shuddered.
Liam raised his face. “Is this how you usually have sex?”
“Just with you.” Alec could barely get the words past his thick throat.
“It doesn’t have to be like this.” The longing in Liam’s face made Alec shiver.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” The words escaped before Alec could stop them. Liam’s gaze, gold and dark with desire, was too much and Alec looked away.
Liam sank into him, nuzzling his neck.
“You sure do like my neck,” Alec muttered. “And, you know, I don’t know what’s wrong with you either.”
Liam brought his mouth to touch Alec’s, lips pressing, testing a little. He lightly bit Alec’s lower lip.
“Okay.” Liam eased back, no longer holding Alec down and Alec—there was something perverse in him today—shoved Liam to the side, ready to fight again. Liam rolled, Alec came on top and Liam wrapped his arms around Alec. His stiff cock pressed against Liam’s stomach.
“Let go, or I’ll headbutt you,” Alec warned.
“You wouldn’t hurt me.” Liam lifted his head to kiss and Alec pulled back. Liam was an idiot. Or not, because Alec couldn’t bring himself to actually slam his forehead against Liam. He just held himself stiffly