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“Are you sore?” he asks, spreading my cheeks apart, putting my hole on display. “Such a pretty hole. You look like you can take more. You can, can’t you?”

“Anything for you,” I murmur around the mouthful of pillow.

“That’s right. You better remember that, because I’m going to take this hole any fucking time I want.” His palm is soft against the left globe, humming in appreciation. “Yes, I want this one to have my mark.”

My cock is trapped between me and the mattress. I start to rub against it at the thought of him marking me there too.

His hand presses between my shoulders, holding me down so I can’t move. “What did I say about your cock, Honeybee?”

I turn my head to the side, pressing my cheek against the pillow. “That only you are allowed to make me come.”

“That’s fucking right. Only I can make you come. You using our bed to get yourself off is breaking my rule. You tell me, do good boys break rules, Helios?”

I shake my head, tears brimming in my eyes from disappointing him. God, this heat needs to stop. I’m fucking out of my mind with emotions.

“Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay. I know it’s hard.” His hand rubs up and down my spine. “I have you.”

His hot, wet tongue is there again, and I crane my back, pressing my ass harder against his mouth. His thunderous growl travels through me, settling in my lower stomach, and I whimper, claw, and moan against the damp sheets.

I twist them in my grasp, the pleasure too much to take. I don’t know if I can last another day. Part of me feels like I’m about to die, and then the other part feels like I’ll die if I don’t have his cock inside me.

Plunge after plunge, his tongue whirls around my swollen opening. “You taste so good.” He crawls over me, settling his cock between my cheeks, and ruts. “But nothing feels better than this.” He slaps my left cheek, the one he wants to bite, and pins my arms down on either side of my head while he uses me.

“Nothing. You’re my little whore, aren’t you?”

“Fuck,” I whine, loving his dirty talk.

He fucks my crease faster, the wet sounds from my slick sounding in the room. He removes one hand from my wrist, circling around my nape, pinning me to the bed so I’m at his mercy.

“Goddamn it, Helios,” he bites out my name.

“Alaska. Please,” I beg, needing more from him. Needing him to relieve the heat that is making me delirious.

I don’t know what day it is. I can’t remember when I last ate something that wasn’t his come and yet I’d rather starve if it means I don’t get to have him on my tongue.

A wicked snarl fills the room, a wild, untamed, primal threat that comes from a predator. Goosebumps arise on my skin, his fingertips dragging down the divot of my spine.

“I love how you react to me.”

A large hot wave rushes over me and slick practically pours from my hole, adding to the mess on the sheets. We’re disgusting. Dried come and sweat are layered on our bodies, but the thought of washing it off doesn’t sit right with me either.

I need his scent on me, stuck to me like glue, in my DNA, binding with me. I’m not ready to be clean of us. Not yet.

“But what I love more is how you react when I”—he presses his thick cock in once more, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how he stretches me—“slide inside you.”

I groan into the mattress.

“There isn’t a better feeling in the world than feeling my mate tighten around me.” He pets me like I’m rare, never before seen by anyone else.

I love it. I love being who he adores.

Gripping either cheek, he slides out, only to thrust forward hard and fast. The mattress squeaks. The broken headboard slams against the wall in fast beats.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

“There! Right there! Alaska, oh my fucking god, I can’t—” I reach for him, pressing my hand against his thigh while I take the wonderful, brutal strokes from him.

“You can. You will.” He wraps that large palm around my neck again, keeping me in place while he curls his hips, fucking me harder with every passing second.