Alpha Males After Dark (6)

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Thanks for stopping by for another sexy installment of Alpha Males After Dark! ;) This week, I was inspired to go out of my comfort zone, to look away from the HOT, brooding, sexy me-man-you-woman alphas, and look towards a very rare, HOT and kinky alpha! ;D Delphine Dryden's Theory of Attraction definitely surprised me with it's male protagonist. I chose this particular scene because it's where Cami discovers the Dominant side to this sexy rocket-scientist, and he demonstrates it by shoving her up against a wall. And my regular bloggers, you all know, that's my achille's heel. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek, feel free to comment below and share your sexy alpha heroes! ;)

Miserable, excited, I held my tongue and tried to think about anything but the shivering, melting sensation that was beginning to course through my veins. The slight draft near the door could never account for the goose bumps prickling over me. and nothing but Ivan's proximity could possibly explain the effervescent heat between my legs.
"Second thing. I am not blind. If you flash your cleavage enough times, eventually I will not be able to avoid getting an eyeful that shirt ups those odds considerably. So unless you really want to be ogled, I can't imagine why you would go around wearing such a thing. It's nothing like your usual style. You don't need to wear something trashy to get noticed."
He noticed my usual style? It was news to me. Also news that he knew the difference between trashy and not, and knew I normally chose the latter. Not that this shirt was trashy, although I had to admit it skirted the line pretty closely...
"And third," Ivan continued, leaning in closer, "I want to stress that I am a completely normal human male in a lot of respects. And since I am most decidedly not gay." he added, pressing his hips forward into my ass so i couldn't possibly mistake his prominent hard-on, "you're playing a pretty dangerous game. I can only take so much teasing, Camilla. Sooner or later, if you keep it up, I am going to assume you want me to follow through. That would come with some additional requirements you probably aren't prepared for."
Offering a silent prayer to any love gods who might be listening, I arched my back a little so my backside pressed more firmly against that delicious, hot length of barely restrained need.
"Why would you ever assume anything else?
He hissed through clenched teeth, pulling away for a second and then pressing forward with a groan to pin me to the wall. His hips ground against me, and I shivered as his hands left the wall and circled my upper arms.
"I don't play these games out in the real world, Cami." His voice was rough, almost resentful. Torn, he sounded torn. I felt a surge of raw hope and need, even as he said everything he could to deter me. "I know how to fuck. I like to fuck. I just don't do well with people, and i have very particular tastes." He had worked his hands forward between me and the wall now, and he cupped my breasts and plucked sharply at my nipples through the infamous shirt. "I can't be nice about it. I'm tempted by you, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, but I'm not like the men you're used to. I don't do sweet. this isn't what you're looking for.
"If you don't know people," I gasped, biting my lower lip as his fingers tugged and tweaked the already pebbled peaks, "you shouldn't make assumptions about what they're looking for. I want this. I want you."
I curled my hands over his in encouragement, and he responded by pulling his hands away only long enough to slip them under the shirt and then back up to resume his previous torture.
"You don't even know what this is."