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Wanting a better view of the ass I’ve claimed, I spread his thighs apart and watch my cock slide in and out of him. White streaks stick to my shaft mixed with his heat; every push forward becomes easier.

“I wish you could see what I see. So stretched for me. You look so pretty like this. All sweaty, trembling, taking every inch, gasping, moaning, and I’m addicted to it all now. I won’t be able to go a day without feeling this tight fucking ass choke my cock.” I slap his right cheek, bringing my palm down hard, and come shoots from the reddish, angry shaft that’s dying to come again.

“Fuck, Alaska! Do it again. Oh, fuck—” he sobs, looking down to watch as much as he can.

His cock slaps against his stomach with every drive forward, his abs shining with sweat, slick, and come. I bend down, flattening my tongue, not wanting anything that belongs to him to go to waste.

“Hmmm,” I hum in delight.

His come almost tastes as good as his blood.

Almost.

I lift his leg onto my shoulder, tugging him closer to me. I ram into him, not taking it gently anymore, using him and his hole for one purpose.

Mate.

Claim.

Breed.

Those three words are on repeat in my mind.

I slap my hand across his ass again; the loud smack rings in my ears. I don’t stop. Over and over I redden the perfect peach until his cock erupts again.

I don’t know what’s considered normal for a heat. How do we know when it’s done? How many times do we come before this ends?

Not that I want it to end. This is by far the best I’ve ever felt.

“Good boy,” I praise, dropping his leg and slowing my pace so he can enjoy the orgasmic waves.

Leo’s groans are so audible, and I love it. I love the pitch changes too. Some are low and deep, but if he isn’t expecting it to feel so good, the pitch climbs.

I’m obsessed.

He sits up, wrapping his arms around my neck, and I rest on my knees, leaning back, one hand buried in his curls while the other embraces his waist to keep him close.

With every downward stroke, his warm breath is a phantom across my chin. His cock is trapped between our stomachs, the friction causing him to grind against me.

Leo mewls, tugging on my hair, his fingers lost in the long strands.

I want to die just like this. Buried inside him. Breathing him in. His body trapped against mine. His sounds being the last I would hear.

Fuck.

Death would have a hard time pulling me away from him. I wouldn’t go easy. Not without a fight.

But damn, what a way to go.

Leo changes his pace, finding a new angle that makes his entire body jolt.

“That’s right. Use my cock. Does that feel good?”

Over and over again, I hit the same spot, and Leo is clawing at me, trying to find the strength to keep going because the sensation is so intense.

Our skin claps together with every stroke. I lean back until I’m flat on my back and my mate settles on top of me, hovering over my cock. My hands wrap around his defined hips, the long claws scratching his skin.

I reach between us to grip the base of my cock for him to keep it steady as he lowers himself onto me.