The party had blurred into background noise.
Noah's breath came in shallow, rapid waves as Theron pulled him away from the crowd through a gilded hallway, past curious glances, into the velvet-draped shadows of a private lounge.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Theron snapped.
"You shouldn't have worn that," he growled, voice rough with heat as his hands gripped Noah's hips. "Every damn Alpha in that room looked at you like you were free for the taking."
"I didn't do it for them," Noah hissed, eyes defiant even as his chest rose and fell with anticipation. "I did it for you."
That broke something in Theron.
He shoved Noah back against the wall not cruel, but desperate. Unhinged.
"You wanted my attention?" he rasped, his lips brushing Noah's throat, "You've got it."
And then he kissed him.
Hard. Possessive. A claiming.
Noah gasped against his mouth, but it only spurred Theron further. He tasted every inch of him like he was starving, like Noah was the only thing keeping him sane.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them explosive.
Noah's fingers tangled in Theron's shirt, tugging, clawing, begging without words.
Theron's hands slid down, gripping Noah's thighs and lifting him effortlessly. Noah wrapped his legs around the Alpha's waist with a moan, his back arching, head falling back.
Theron attacked the newly exposed skin kisses turning to bites, tongue soothing bruised flesh, marking Noah in places no one else would ever see.
"You're mine," Theron whispered against his collarbone. "I don't care who watches. Who hears. I'm done pretending I can resist you."
Noah was trembling now eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, chest heaving.
"Then take me," he whispered.
And oh, that did it.
Theron laid him down on the nearby chaise, eyes dark and dangerous, shedding the last of his hesitation like a second skin.
There was no ceremony now just raw, unfiltered need.
His hands worshipped. His mouth devoured.
And when he finally entered Noah, it was with a gasp a union of heat, pressure, pleasure so sharp it nearly broke them both.
Noah cried out, clutching Theron like he'd fall apart without him.
And Theron he moved like a storm, slow and deep at first, then faster, rougher, driven by something feral.
Noah's name left his lips like a prayer, a curse, a promise.
And when they both finally shattered with breathless cries, shaking limbs, and hearts pounding in unison
Theron held him.
Tight. Possessive.
And whispered, "No one else gets to touch you, Noah. No one. Ever."
Noah didn't answer.
He didn't have to.
His body had already surrendered.
And so had his heart.