No thoughts just reader desperately trying to mate with older alpha!price...
The first time you see him is at your local bar. Older, with strong muscles softened under a layer of fat. There's streaks of grey peppering his hair and arms, and when he moves it's with the easy confidence of a man who knows he belongs.
You have to have him. You've never been one for flirting, but even you wouldn't pass up the opportunity. So you wait until he leaves his friends to oder more drinks and lean against the bar next to him with a "evening, sir. I–"
Whatever line you planned is lost on you when you inhale. Alpha scent floods your nostrils, thick and heady. He makes no move to tamp it down, glancing at you in amusement.
"You still smell like milk an' honey, kid," he chuckles condescendingly, "yer not ready for an old man like me."
That should not be as hot as it is. You can't control the wave of arousal that rolls off of you, making the man outright laugh. "Can't even control yer scent? That's sad, kid."
"Please?" You blurt out, then feel extremely embarrassed and hide your face in your hands.
"Please, what?" The man asks, facing you now. His head tilted, as if actually intrigued instead of just teasing while he waits.
"....please can I fuck you? Please?" Wow. This is truly your lowest point. Begging to fuck an older man you don't even know the name of.
But he smiles at you, scent pushing warm and satisfied in a way that makes your knees buckle. His hand wraps around the back of your neck, and you can hardly think.
"Since you asked so nicely, pup..." he leads you towards the bathrooms, winking at the other man at his table "...you ever taken a knot in yet mouth?"
Oh god. If this is how you die, at least you'll die happy.
