The Exiled Alpha's Human Male Mate.[BL]

The realization of what had just happened slowly sank into Bryce’s mind, but instead of pulling away, he surrendered to the kiss and kissed Vincent back.

The contact sent a rush through them, stirring a craving that felt as though it had been buried somewhere inside them, waiting for the slightest touch to tear through the restraint they had both kept in place.

Bryce’s lips moved against Vincent’s, tentative for only a heartbeat before the hesitation disappeared.

His hand slipped from Vincent’s wrist and settled against his chest, his palm registering the hard, rapid pounding of Vincent’s heartbeat beneath it.

Vincent’s hand closed around Bryce’s waist, his grip tightening as he pulled him nearer, until the heat of their bodies pressed fully together.

Their breathing tangled between kisses, increasingly ragged as Vincent moved forward without breaking the kiss.

Bryce retreated instinctively until his back struck the wall, and Vincent followed immediately, pressing him against it with enough force to make the impact reverberate through him.

One of Vincent’s hands left Bryce’s waist and moved to the side of his neck, while the other slid behind his head, his fingers threading through Bryce’s hair.

He pulled Bryce closer, tilting his head until their mouths parted, the kiss deepening as his tongue slipped into Bryce’s mouth.

Bryce’s hands found Vincent’s body and wrapped around him, dragging him closer despite the fact that there was almost no space left between them.

His fingers tightened against Vincent’s back as the kiss became rougher, hungrier, each movement stripping away another layer of restraint.

Vincent’s lips eventually left Bryce’s mouth and traveled along his jaw, descending to his neck until they reached the mark.

He buried his face against it, pressing his lips firmly over the mark as though he needed to feel the pulse beneath them.

The sensation seemed to affect him immediately. His breathing deepened, his body tensing against Bryce as his hands began moving without permission, tugging at Bryce’s clothes and starting to undress him.

That finally shattered Bryce’s daze.

He pulled away, but Vincent followed, his mouth still pursuing the side of his neck where the mark was.

Bryce felt something sharp graze his skin, unmistakably like fangs, and this time he tore himself away with enough force to break Vincent’s hold.

He stared at Vincent.

Vincent looked disoriented, his fangs exposed, his breathing heavy and uneven. His eyes remained fixed on Bryce’s body, his movements still carrying the instinctive urgency of someone who hadn’t fully returned to himself after the kiss.

"Do you want to bite me again?"

Bryce’s voice broke beneath his ragged breathing, disbelief threaded through the question as his chest rose and fell almost as violently as Vincent’s.

"I want to sleep with you again."

The words left Vincent’s mouth with such blunt immediacy that he seemed almost unaware he had spoken them.

"I know you want it too, so let’s stop circling the point."

Those words dragged Bryce completely back to reality.

He hated them more than anything Vincent had ever said to him.

He pulled backward, but Vincent caught him and held him in place.

"I can smell it. I can sense it," Vincent said, his voice strained by his own breathing. "No one else has touched you since our night together. It applies to me too. I can’t bring myself to touch her. Every time I try, it only makes me want you more. It makes me realize I can’t satisfy that need with anyone but you."

His gaze remained fixed on Bryce.

"I know we feel the same way, so stop pretending you don’t want it."

"You think you can just use me to satisfy your own sexual desires?" Bryce’s voice trembled with anger. "Who do you take me for? Just because I allowed it once doesn’t mean you’re entitled to it again."

"Use you?" Vincent replied instantly. "Or use each other? Don’t you have those desires too?"

"You’re right. I have them," Bryce admitted, refusing to yield. "But I would rather die than let you take advantage of me the way you seem to think you can.

Besides, didn’t you say you feel nothing after rejecting me and ending the bond? You said I was the one who developed feelings and was holding onto the bond, and that was why I was still affected. So what about you?

Why are you suddenly affected now, even with the bond gone?"

The question seemed to break through whatever had clouded Vincent’s mind.

He blinked, staring at Bryce with a disoriented expression as though the contradiction had only just become impossible for him to ignore.

His hands gradually loosened around Bryce, and he stepped backward.

Only then did the physical evidence of what had happened between them become impossible to overlook.

The bulge in his pants strained visibly against the fabric, and it was no different from Bryce’s.

Bryce untucked his shirt from his pants, letting the fabric fall low enough to conceal the bulge before he stepped out of the conference room.

He closed the door behind him, leaving Vincent inside.

His entire body was still burning, and at that moment, nothing appealed to him more than a cold shower.

He pulled out his phone as he entered the elevator and checked the time.

2:03 p.m.

His shift didn’t end until four, but he decided to leave anyway.

The elevator descended toward the ground floor, but Bryce’s thoughts remained upstairs, trapped in the room he had just left and in everything that had happened inside it.

When he stepped out of the building, the cool air struck his skin, but it did nothing to ease the heat still coursing through him.

He could still feel Vincent’s hands on his body, still remember the feel of his breath against his neck and his lips against his own.

Those memories alone seemed to intensify the heat.

He spotted the car waiting for him and slowed for a moment.

He couldn’t decide what the thought of returning to the estate, where Dave would be waiting for him eventually, made him feel.

He needed a break from everything.

Fortunately, Dave should have already left for his business by now. He probably wouldn’t return until six or seven, which meant Bryce might have several hours alone before he had to deal with him again.

That was enough.

He walked toward the car.

Larry immediately opened the door from inside, and Bryce climbed into the back seat. Philip was still behind the wheel.

Both men looked at him with the same quiet, questioning expression, as though they wanted to ask why he had left work so early and whether something had happened.

But neither said anything.

They never did.

They simply carried out their duties in silence. Even when Bryce had once told them they could leave and enjoy themselves while he remained at work until his shift ended, they had declined without hesitation.

"Back to the estate?" Philip asked.

"Yeah."

Bryce settled into the seat, his answer brief.

As the car pulled away, he turned toward the window and watched the city slide past in a blur of buildings, traffic, and pedestrians. He tried to occupy his mind with anything else.

But it didn’t work.

His thoughts kept returning to Vincent.

To the way he had lost control.

To the way he had kissed him.

To the way he had spoken about wanting him again.

Could it actually mean Vincent had feelings for him, just as Leah had claimed?

Bryce could barely believe the thought himself.

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