The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Troye

“So do it,” I whispered, my heart pounding and my hands sweating. This was it. His response would either ignite every fiber of my being or break my body into a million pieces. I felt Dallas’ looming body stiffen. I gulped.

He breathed in deeply through his nose and exhaled, his hot breath tickling my neck and igniting my crotch.

Dallas’ eyes closed and he took another deep breath then spoke.

“No.”

My upper body instantly shot up onto my elbows in response to his words. “What do you mean no?” I asked accusingly, staring into his perfect green eyes.

He shook his head and I clenched my fists. I hated when he did that. I wasn’t some insolent child he could just shake his head at!

“I mean no. Not like this,” he responded, beginning to move off of me. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back over, pleading with my eyes. He gave me a tired look and flipped back over onto his back, despite my best efforts to keep him with me.

I heard a pillow hit the ground and I looked over to see Dallas sitting on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands.

I desperately wanted to ask him what “like this” meant, but my throat was so dry from the harshness of his response, I couldn’t find my voice.

“I think I’m gonna go sleep on the couch,” he said after a while. My hand sprang out from under the covers and grabbed his arm, turning him to face me. He couldn’t leave. Not now.

“No, no please,” I heard myself begging, finding my voice. “Please Dallas just stay… Its just sex. Please just fuck me.” I said out of desperation. All I wanted was Dallas and if I had to get him by begging I would.

Dallas’ fists clenched and he sprung off the bed and turned to glare at me.

“This is exactly why we aren’t having sex, Troye,” he seethed through clenched teeth. I crawled towards the end of the bed and looked up at his tall angry figure standing above me.

“What? What do you mean?” I pleaded.

Dallas ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the ends, then looked back at me, his eyes shining with something I couldn’t place.

“Because, Troye! When you love someone with every fiber of your fucking being it is never just sex. It.. It’s meaningful and perfect and passionate and it’s a moment you will remember and cherish for the rest of your life. It’s not just a ‘fuck’ Troye. And I guess you don’t feel the same way as I do, otherwise you would understand where I’m coming from.”

My body shook with frustration. How dare he insinuate that I didn’t care about him? He was my whole life! I jumped off the bed and stood up next to him, ready to make him understand.

“Are you kidding me right now Dallas?” I practically yelled.

“No I am certainly not, Troye! You just don’t seem to get it at all. I’m not some sort of toy you can tease all the time!”

“Dallas!” I shouted, trying to get his attention as he continued his rant.

“And you expect me to just submit to you like some horny pre-pubescent teenager! God, if you only knew what you do to me! It breaks my freaking heart when you bite me and tease me and I don’t know what you’re feeling!”