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“Oh, fuck!” My ears ring from the sound of my own voice, the height of it, the pitch. My throat is raw.

And all that comes after is darkness.

Five a.m.

The pressure of him sliding into me wakes me up, and I press back against him.

“Finally. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have you.” He kisses across my back, shoulder to shoulder, and one hand on my left cheek while he glides in and out of me.

“How can I not take you when this beautiful body is calling to me? You’re so wet for me, Good Boy. My rut can’t handle it.”

I’m on my side, sleep still clinging to my mind, and I’m wondering if this is a dream. He lifts my leg, punching his hip forward hard and fast. I reach out to press my palm against the nightstand for some sort of support.

Our skin slaps together, his sack slapping against mine, and it leaves a soft sting.

“I couldn’t wait one more fucking second hearing you sigh and whimper in your sleep. Your pretty cock was at the ready, so hard for me, always so fucking hard for me, Beloved.” He wraps a hand around the thick stalk, stroking at the same speed as his cock drives into me. “You woke me from my sleep. I couldn’t wait to feel you. Are you going to make me feel good? Tell me. Is this tight ass going to make me come? Do you want me to spill inside you?”

“Yes,” I hiss when he hits my prostate. “I want to feel you come inside me. I need it.”

He growls again, paired with teasing his fangs across my shoulders. “I do too. I’m going to fill you up until I’m dripping out of you. I want you drenched, Beloved, so when I wake up again, you’ll be ready for me.”

He’s going to kill me.

“Always ready for you,” I mumble between broken breaths.

“Are you?” He pulls free, leaving me empty.

I miss him already.

I reach back to grab him, but he flips me onto my back and settles between my legs. I get no notice when he kisses along my inner thigh, then strikes.

His fangs sink in, piercing my femoral artery. It’s exhilarating knowing my life is in his hands. He could easily kill me, but he never would.

Alaska grabs my thigh, pressing it against his mouth, digging his fangs in deeper. He feeds as if he hasn’t fed from me in days. His eyes still shine like polished rubies, two neon sparks in the dark.

It’s an aphrodisiac to watch the blood drip from the corners of his mouth. His energy revitalizes, the vibrations becoming stronger in the bond.

“Alaska!” My hoarse voice shouts his name for the hundredth time, his bite making another orgasm surge through my cock.

Jet after jet is sprayed across my stomach and chest, my sack emptying itself out again. I know it won’t matter. I’ll be ready to go again, orbs full and ready to explode for him.

Alaska peels his lip back, easing his fangs from my thigh, then licks the wound. It scars over just like the one on my neck, and he presses a kiss to it.

“Hmm, my mate left me dessert. You shouldn’t have.” He licks the thick white streaks from my stomach, his eyes locking on mine.

He swallows, then gets back to work, his warm tongue tracing every line left on me.

“So delicious,” he mumbles against my neck, sucking my flesh into his mouth. “So sad this is the last drop. I can’t wait for more. Are you going to give me more?”

Exhausted. Hungry. Thirsty.

But I manage to nod, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth from how dry it is.

“Good boy, because I’m nowhere near done with you.” He flips me onto my stomach, spreads my legs with his knee, and each hand rubs my glutes. Alaska growls again. “Such a perfect ass. I’m so lucky to have you.” He bends down, licking the slick from my crease.

I push against him, clawing at the pillow, then bite the fabric when his tongue plunges into my hole.

“Fuck, Alaska,” I whimper.