"Hawks," I moaned.

We had somehow both made it to his apartment which I assumed was separate from their mafia mansion. I couldn't exactly recall how in the fuck I had brought him here. But as we both stood here, together in his room, bodies pressed together, I was losing it.

"Falcons, watch it," he grumbled right by my ear, the voice amplified to my senses.

I was really fucking trying to. But my alpha wasn't, so it was causing a commotion for me. Was my alpha being drawn to his alpha? I couldn't control my pheromones, and his alpha would react to that. I didn't have the ability to even speak to him about it either, my alpha only having me focus on him and nothing else.

"You really are some fucking thing else."

I laughed at his words, my mind giving out further at the overwhelming signals my alpha was sending to me.

"Yeah?" My hand moved up his body to curl into his hair.

Gripping his hair, I brought my face closer to his, watching him gaze at me. The moment his eyes went lower from my eyes, I lost it, my alpha acting out on its senses and I let the reigns go for a moment.

"Fuck, Falcons-"

His footing stumbled, my arms going around his neck to pull him close to me. I steadied myself by placing a hand down on his bed, leaning back until my back hit the mattress and his body came onto mine.

"You were saying?" I hummed, fingers twirling on the back of his head through his hair.

My hand went onto his shoulder, easing him back to sit up. Pushing my chest into his, I toppled him over, my knees sinking in the bed. I froze, forcing myself to grip my restraints somehow and this angle was not helping me.

"Come fucking closer," he grunted, hands going to pull my wrists.

Yanking my body down over his, he exhaled. I rested my forehead on his, our noses brushing. He licked his lips, the closeness of our face causing his tongue to hit my lip ring. That caused a chain reaction for my alpha and I had to force my head the other way to not bite him. My teeth were aching and I clenched my jaw.

"You're right up against me," he pointed out, shifting slightly to make his point and I felt what he was saying.

"Weren't you the one who wanted me fucking closer?" I shot back, making no effort to remove the warmth of between my legs from off of his dick.

"Yeah, fuck, you feel unbelievable."

I was euphoric, whether that was me or my alpha speaking for me, I couldn't tell anymore. The lines between me and my alpha were blurred. My hazy senses seemed to no longer rely on my mind to halt them or keep them at bay. Turning my head back to him, I burrowed my face into his neck, inhaling.

"Mm."

I eased myself directly down onto his bulge. He was becoming much more noticeable with every circle my hips made on him. His hand moved, suddenly sliding between my legs and my breath hitched, my body caving into his.

"You're soaking," he smiled. "I can feel it even through our clothes."

"Take my clothes off then," I told him.

I could feel him even more beneath me. Jerking my pussy into his hand, he eased his head back with a heavy breath.

"You're hurt, you should shower first so your wounds can be taken care of, then we can-"

"We can what?" I cocked my head beside his, kissing his ear gently.

"Falcons," his voice was low and I hummed for him.

Kissing wasn't enough for me, my teeth skimming his ear. I found the skin of his jaw to press my teeth to. My lips nuzzled the spot my teeth nibbled on, biting down harder on his ear again to speak.

"I'm not showering unless it's with you."

"Oh, fuck."

His hand let go of the warmth between my legs, moving up to unbuckle my belt and his fingers undid the loop instantly. He took his time to tug and yank at all the buckles and chains I had on.

"This is what you wear for mafia missions?" He grinned, fingers stopping at my waist where his feather rested.

"I'd rather be wearing nothing right now," I smiled back at him.

His hand held onto my buckle, fingertips tight as he ripped off my belt, letting it fall to the floor.

"I can arrange that," he hummed into my neck.

I needed my skin against his, our bodies touching, more-

"Falcons, fuck."

That's exactly what my alpha wanted. It took everything in me and then some to not jump his bones. I almost wondered if I was in heat, but that wasn't a possibility. It would at least explain my body rutting against his, though I'm sure my alpha enough was the cause for that. My hormones were growing onto me, making me hornier than I usually always was. I needed to focus on what I actually was here for in the first place. It took me a long moment to remember the reason for me being here other than just wanting him inside me.

His wounds.

I had to take care of him and then leave.

"Let's shower first," I made an effort to get off of him to stand and undress, but all that happened was my lips going to his jawline again.

Huh, that doesn't seem like us going to shower.

"Falcons, you sure? I'm already struggling with my alpha because of your pheromones, showering together-"

"I need to feel your bare skin against mine."

Clearly my alpha had no regards left for me anymore while his still did. Or so I had fucking thought because he suddenly sat up, hands tight around my ass to hold me in place in his lap. He hissed when I made a movement.

"Don't like it when I grind down on you?"

"I like it too fucking much is the issue."

Oh, wow.

My arms curled around his shoulders and I leaned into him, easing my head onto his shoulder. When my eyes scanned his neck, I forced my head to turn the other way before my alpha would react and the urge to bite him would overcome me. Biting him was what I wanted too, but my alpha wanted to bite him in a place that I needed his consent for first. I loved biting, but my alpha loved marking.

That was the difference.

He stood suddenly, swinging me up into his arms with him. His hands ran down my legs, pulling them around his waist to keep me close to him. My eyes gazed into his and I leaned in closer to him. My hands cupped his face, fingers running over his features. With every touch, my blood ignited with a passion for being closer to him, touching him even more.

"Undress."

He let go of my legs, letting me stand as he held me against the wall, no space for me to move. Easing myself forward, I undid my zip, letting the lower half of my clothing fall to the floor of his bedroom. His smile had me laugh.

"What? Thought I was going to be naked?" I laughed again while his fingers played with the hem of my compression shorts that were always on my legs for mafia missions.

"Your laughter, every sound you make feeds my alpha, but you know what sound of yours feeds my alpha the most, even more than your laughter?"

I stared back at him, my fingers going into his hair to bring his face closer to mine. His breaths fanned across my face and I pulled his hair softly. His head angled back, my nose running over his jaw to kiss his stubble on his chin. He chuckled, easing his head back down for our faces to press together and I inhaled in the skin of his neck.

In a flash, his hands had yanked down my compression shorts, the sudden air hitting my heated skin having me gasp.

"Those sounds."

His fingertips trailed down the angle of my waist, dragging the skin of my hips as he knew how much I liked his touch there. He traced stars on the sides of my upper thighs before digging his nails into my hips and I inhaled sharply in pleasure, my body falling into his.

"You gonna strip your shirt for me or do you want me to rip that off too?"

The huskier tone of his voice had me smile at him, my hand sliding down his neck and over his chest. I undid the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down. Letting them stay undone, I watched them loosen around his hips, half on, half off. The waistband of his boxer briefs was shown off and I slipped my finger under to hear him hiss.

"Hurry and get them off," he grunted, his hands holding onto mine to shove his pants off and to the side.

His hands then grabbed the end of my shirt, gesturing me to hold my arms up to take my shirt off. He stared at me when I paused, my fingers going to cradle the feather I had rested there.

"My feather stays."

His eyes stayed glued to where my hand was, gulping before looking back at me.

"Your feather?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Oh, Falcons."

His hands cupped my knees to pull my legs up towards him. My head angled back against the wall while my eyes widened at the feeling of our naked legs intertwining together.

"Did you just rut yourself against my thigh?"

"Did I?" I breathed out with a smile, my smile turning to a curse. "Fuck."

"Sorry, you were so wet I slipped."

"Brush your dick against my pussy like that again and see if my alpha doesn't start mating season right fucking now between us," I snapped, the sensation still ringing in my skin.

"Know how I feel now, do you?" He shot back, hands tearing through to take my shirt off and toss it somewhere.

In his act, my feather flew through the air and I reached out for it. Instead, the feather landed in his palm and he brought it towards me, sliding it behind my ear and into my hair.

Just like he had done when he gave me this feather.

"Hawks," I stared at him, my voice light, almost like my alpha had softened entirely at the recalled memory of our first night together.

His alpha must have been on the same note because his hands came to gently hold my face, his own coming closer.

"Falcons."

My alpha decided to not wait any longer, hands going to push his hair back to move aside from his darkened eyes. Pushing his tight shirt up his torso, I pulled on it.

"Off."

So off it came, and on the floor it went.

"This is in the way of us," he slid down the strap of my bra and I let his fingers move around to take it off entirely.

Despite the both of us being naked in front of each other, we couldn't look away from each other's eyes.

"This goes too," he tugged at the body chain I had on and I laughed.

"So what, no jewelry?"

"I want absolutely nothing on you, only one exception."

"Yeah?"

"Me."

The body chain was broken with the force of him taking it off and I shivered slightly at the feeling of the cold metal sliding off of my skin. His hands grabbed onto my thighs, easing me into his hold again as my legs curled around his back. He stepped into the bathroom and I felt his bare chest again, a soft breath leaving my lips at the feeling.

"Your nipples are pierced," I noted, hearing him chuckle by my ear.

"Yeah, both of them. Know how it feels when I can feel your lip ring and belly button piercing now, don't you?"

While he was setting the temperature of the water, I nuzzled myself into his chest. Resting my face there, I flicked my tongue out over his nipple, his piercing clinking with my tongue's center piercing.

"Falcons," he groaned, his stance going unsteady and he steadied us by stepping forward.

My back hit the wall of the shower and we were drenched, water warming our already heated bodies.

"I should have expected that," he hissed, breathless.

"You know what they say, men's nipples are more sensitive. Just was testing that theory."

"Yeah? There's a few theories I want to test out too though I'm not sure that's what we should do right now," his arms came around me.

My legs slid down from him to stand and he brought my back to his chest. Every curve and crevice of his body was felt in my skin. His hands came forward, resting over my torso. They moved down, cradling my lower torso.

"Mm, Falcons."

I don't know how long we stayed there, bodies fit together standing in the shower while he cupped my lower abdomen.

"Hawks, come here," I held onto his hand that was on my stomach, having him step forward to be beside me.

I gripped the anger my alpha felt when my eyes took in his wounds. Skin starting to bruise, blood from cuts and torn skin were what was under his shirt.

"Let me know if anything hurts too much," I told him, my eyes not leaving the areas where he was hurt.

My fingers were light over his skin, rinsing off the wounds under the water. The dark dried blood was soon washed off of his skin, the torn skin now fresh again and I frowned at the stinging sensation he must be feeling. Though since I was paying my entire attention to his wounds, I seemed to have been wrong about his sensations of feelings because he pushed me to under the water with him.

"Falcons," he just licked his lips, not saying anything else.

My hair was soaking now, sticking to my skin while his own hair framed his marked eyes. My fingertips touched the marks of the corner of his eyes.

"They've been there since I was born," he mentioned and I smiled at him.

My alpha must have began to react to his alpha because my smile turned to a breathy sound passing my lips when he came closer. That pulsing need for him came back in an instant and my alpha clawed under my skin to cling onto him.

"I need your skin on mine," I told him, arms going around him to bring him towards me.

His fingers moved across my collarbones to push my hair back, lips following onto my shoulder where his teeth grazed my skin.

"Closer," I whined, my alpha never getting enough of him.

His wings expanded when I moaned at his lips on my neck. With his wings widened, I watched his feathers become wet, dampened entirely by us being under the shower. His moan followed after mine when my hands touched his wings.

"Oh?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't fucking go there."

"Yeah? Someone sensitive in their wings?" I smiled, fingertips tracing the outline of his drenched wings, watching him go weak with my touch.

"Falcons," he groaned, hands clenching my back.

"You're so fucking pretty," I breathed out, bringing his wing into my hand to kiss some of the feathers that I held.

Next thing was my hands above my head, his hands gripping my wrists.

"What's your first instinct?"

"What?" I was slightly breathless with his lips so close to mine.

"Tell me, your first instinct towards me."

"To mark you."

I could barely believe the honest words that actually left my fucking lips. He reacted immediately, his body hitting mine softly.

"Not going to take a guess on mine?"

"How about you say it yourself?"

"To imprint you."