Alec was a good guy in general — with a habit of checking out every woman’s ass except for you, Max and Cindy because you’d kill him if he even tried, so that was a no go — and he was as respectful as a male transgenic could be, right? That is, until he got his heat, because of his animal DNA. It was never a problem in Manticore cause they had suppressants for it, but not anymore.

The moment his heat cycle came around, he had to act cool, because the only one on his mind was you, you, you. Yes, it was wrong, and yes, you were one of his best friends and that made him feel all the more guilty, but he was on fire and you were right there. So when you vsisted him, you ended up in his bed.

“Fuck, m’ sorry.” He whined as he kissed your neck furiously, needy and impatient as his hand was buried between your thighs and working you just right; you never thought you’d be in this situation.

But fuck, it felt good.

Alec nosed at your jaw, his breaths hot, feeling so, so good being touched by you and so close to you like this— it was driving him insane. “Can’t help it, sweetheart.” He was whimpering almost pathetically.