Noah's body wasn't his own.
It wasn't the way he wanted to feel—not the way he was supposed to.
But the moment Theron's breath ghosted over his skin, the moment that deep, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest, he felt something snap inside him.
Something raw.
Something dangerous.
Something that made his body burn from the inside out.
"You're so stubborn," Theron murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement as he traced his fingers down the side of Noah's throat.
Noah clenched his teeth. He should shove him away. He should snarl, snap, remind this Alpha that he wasn't some fragile, submissive thing.
But when Theron's thumb pressed just beneath his jaw, when the heat of his touch sent a wicked shiver down his spine—
He felt himself weaken.
And Theron knew it.
Of course he did.
Because the bastard's lips curled into that cocky, knowing smirk as he leaned in, his breath warm against Noah's ear.
"You can fight it all you want, baby," Theron purred. His voice was smooth and it burned like fire, what was the end of everything Noah had left.
A firm grip, possessive and unyielding.
A wicked chuckle left his lips, then
"You'll break for me. It's only a matter of time."
Noah trembled.
Theron felt it.
And he smiled.