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Sitting up, I strike his chest, the spot where his heart lies underneath, and sink my fangs in.

I want his love from the source, and I need it to flow through me for the rest of my life.

Midnight

My eyes snap open when a giant cramp tenses my stomach. The pain is so bad I whimper. My cock is still straining, as if I haven’t orgasmed ten times in the last six hours.

I’m exhausted. I’m thirsty. I’m hungry.

And still, all I crave is Alaska. I want nothing else. Only him.

I’m on fire for him. My veins fucking burn; my soul is crying out for him to wake up, to hear me, to extinguish the blaze searing me from the inside out. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. My lust, my desire, is so intense, so extreme; my body aches. My cock pulses, straining at its full length. I can’t fucking breathe. I need the friction. I need relief.

“I’ve got you, Honeybee. I’m here.” Alaska’s voice is like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer, draping over my shivering body that’s needy for his touch.

His lips kiss across my ribcage, his fangs nibbling on the spot that makes me moan, arching my back while his hand skims up my stomach. His calloused palms scratch the surface of my sensitive skin, awakening every nerve ending, and I mewl, my cock twitching with the threat of an orgasm.

“Oh, my poor mate is in so much need.” Alaska settles between my thighs, kisses up my stomach, dips his tongue into my navel, then licks up the middle of my sternum.

Grabbing my chin, he dips his tongue between my lips, giving me a quick yet deep, wet kiss.

“Alaska,” I whimper.

“Shhh, Beloved. I have you. I’m going to take such good care of you.” He grips my waist, then kisses down my body.

He circles my left nipple, his fang scratching over the beaded tip. He sucks it into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking over it. I bury my hands in his hair, pushing him down where I want him the most.

He growls in approval, his glowing red eyes lifting to meet mine. Alaska presses kisses against my thighs. He licks his lips, then brushes them back and forth across one particular spot.

He lifts me by my ass, his hands grabbing each cheek. His breath warms the crown as he exhales, his tongue swirling around the helmet.

I tug and yank on his hair, barely able to breathe. The teasing is too much to take.

He sucks me down, my cock hitting the back of his throat, and I shout, curling forward before pressing flat against the bed.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it, Sunshine. Suck my fucking cock. Just like that.” I lift onto one elbow to watch him, one hand still buried in his long dark strands. His lips are stretched wide, and his fangs slightly scratch along either side of me.

“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth. Oh my god,” I groan, my mouth parted while I watch him suck me down until his nose is buried in my pubic hair. “Fuck,” I curse, wondering how he has gotten so good at that so quickly.

My mate is a fast learner.

His claws dig into my thighs, cutting my skin open; the slight pain has me screaming and nearly ripping his hair from the root.

“Alaska, I’m already close,” I warn him, hating that it’s going to end so soon.

I want to feel the inside of his warm mouth for hours.

“You’re too damn good at this. I don’t want to come yet. I don’t.” I shake my head, flexing my hips to stroke in tandem with every suck he gives.

His hands move to knead my chest, grabbing once, twice, before he rakes his claws down my body, spreading my legs wide. I’m open and vulnerable. Alaska’s head moves faster, bobbing up and down.

He gags a little, extra spit drips down my shaft, and he licks it clean. He teases my crease with his finger, then pushes two digits inside easily since I’m still loose from all the fucking we have done.

He presses that spot inside me, and that’s all it takes for me to let go.

“Alaska!” I scream his name, punching my hips forward to pour every drop down his slutty throat.

Shockwaves of pleasure rattle through me, bright lights impeding my vision. He swallows me down, then sinks his fangs into my cock, drinking my blood from the most intimate place.