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“Hello?” His voice is louder. He must have poked his head out of the shower. “Alaska?”

I clear my throat, hoping my voice doesn’t betray me. “Yeah? You need something?”

Silence.

“Did you?” He sounds confused.

You. I need you. I need you so much that my chest is tight. I can’t breathe. I need to touch you soon, or I’ll die.

Literally and hypothetically.

“I was grabbing Soren’s clothes off the floor. Apologies. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” I’m going to burn these fucking clothes. Soren had no right to dress my mate in his shirt and sweatpants.

My clothes only.

My scent only.

Leo is mine. He’ll be wrapped in what is mine.

“Oh, it’s okay. No problem.”

I sigh, softly banging my head against the wall. What am I doing?

Staring down at the crumpled-up shirt, I unfold it, my breath hitching when I see his come clinging to the fabric.

I imagine the water dripping down the hard lines of his body, using his spine as a gateway to disappear into the crease of his ass. I’d love to get on my knees, part his firm cheeks, and taste him, drinking from a natural waterfall.

My defenses crumble. I lift the shirt to my nose and inhale as deep as I can, his come warm and wet. My vision shifts to the color of blood, my surroundings cloaked in death. My fangs descend. Spit floods my mouth. My cock jerks a stream of come, soaking the front of my sweatpants.

Just his scent does that to me.

How the fuck am I going to make it another five days? These are about to be the longest days of my fucking life, and that says something considering I’m so old.

I tug the pants down to allow my cock to spring free and wrap my hand around it again. I’ve touched myself more in two days than I have in one hundred years. I never thought I’d want again.

Yet here I am, staying at the ready for my mate.

“Fuck,” I whisper, inhaling his come that belongs inside me, slicking my fucking throat.

I do something that surprises even me, but I have to know. I have to know how he tastes, or I won’t make it another day in this ‘what do I do’ time freeze the both of us are in.

Flicking my tongue out, I gather the salty, warm come from the shirt, and stroke my cock in tandem.

“Holy fuck, you taste so good,” I moan to myself, savoring the salty yet surprisingly sweetness awakening my taste buds.

I take it a step further, wrapping the shirt around my cock like I could hear him doing earlier, his come slicking against my shaft. I spread my legs, bracing myself while I fuck the shirt, wanting his aroma to cover me. I want Glenn and Soren to smell Leo on me, knowing I’m taken.

It’s a way to say I’m claimed while gathering the courage to actually bind my mate to me.

I shut my eyes, remembering how he whispered my name as he touched himself, thinking of me. I wonder what he was thinking about? What was I doing in that beautiful head of his that had him come on my shirt and gasp my name?

All I want to do is to march in there when he is done taking a shower and wrap that gorgeous body in the softest towel I own because that’s what he deserves. Then, I want to lay him on the bed and worship his body. I want to massage every inch, an excuse to touch him.

Soren is right. I have to move this forward, or I might drive myself insane.

“Leo,” I whisper his name when my come adds to his on the shirt.

I bang my head against the wall, sliding down until I’m seated on the floor, my cock still twitching until every drop is mixed with his.