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“This okay?” He checks in once more, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” I rock my hips against his, dragging my throbbing shaft against his. “Alaska.”

His eyes roll to the back of his head when he releases my hardened nipple with a soft pop. My vampire blows cool air against the wet bead, and I moan again, wondering how he is making me learn so much about myself.

“I love how you say my name. All breathy and needy. I like you being needy for me.”

My hands roam down the strong mountainous muscles of his back, stopping at his round, firm ass once I have each cheek in my grasp. I squeeze, using the thick backside to pull him forward.

Our cocks rub together again, the friction hot and hard. I roll us until he is on his back, but then he snarls, flipping me so fast, everything blurs again, and he’s on top.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like right where you are, Honeybee. I smell you. I feel what you want through the bond. You love shaking under me because it makes you feel taken care of. Is that what you crave? To be taken care of?”

His touch skims down each arm before our fingers intertwine, and his lips are teasing mine again. “Because I’ll do that. I’ll take care of you. I always will.”

Alaska kisses down my jaw, focusing on my throat. He nips and sucks, the points of his fangs pressing against my jugular.

I grab his face and rob his lips of the chance to explore any other part of me.

His beard is soft against my palms, his lips demanding, his tongue delving and twirling around mine. Alaska cups my chest again, his fingers grazing over my nipple, pinching the bead until I whimper.

We rock against one another, the strokes, the curls of our hips faster and faster as we both chase the pleasure. Alaska pins my arms above my head, his crown rubbing over mine, and all I want is for our clothes to be off so I can actually feel the warmth of his shaft against mine.

He pulls his lips away, and like the needy boy I apparently am, I stretch and follow his mouth with mine.

Alaska curls over me, licking the shell of my ear while groaning with every hard drive of his hips.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, Honeybee. I can’t wait until you give me permission to sink my fangs into you. I’m going to leave a mark. Right here”—he taps my neck, then wraps his full hand around my throat—“so every man and paranormal can see you’re mine.”

“Alaska. Oh, fuck, you can’t…you can’t talk like that,” I struggle to say between breaths.

He completely ignores me.

“You’re doing such a good job accepting me as your mate. You deserve to come. You better show me how good I make you feel, Helios. I have to see you fall apart beneath me. I’ve been dreaming of it nonstop since I saw you.”

He grinds his cock against mine, and he snags my face in his grip by my chin, striking with another kiss. He groans and grunts, and something plucks at my soul, that has my orgasm getting closer.

“Oh, fuck, Leo. Fuck.” He presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed, lips parted, and I bury my hands in his long hair, fisting it to yank his head back.

It’s my turn to kiss his throat, sucking a chunk of flesh into my mouth, which makes him growl.

I really do love that growl. The rumble feeds something that has been starved inside me.

He holds me there, his palm cupping the back of my head, and I suck hard, lapping at him like a thirsty animal.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” His brows pull together, a contradiction to the confidence glowing in his irises.

“Me too. Me too. Fuck, don’t stop.” I dig my fingers into his cheeks, helping him move against me faster.

“No one could get me to stop.” He lifts himself onto one hand and stares down at me. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you fall apart for me.”

I gasp, once, twice, and throw my head back. Alaska is there, bringing my chin down, and forcing me to stare at him as my cock spurts rope after rope into the sweatpants.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes.” I strain, my vision blurring for a few seconds.

“Next time, pants are off,” he warns, pinning me to the bed by my throat as he thrusts in sharp motions before stilling, flashing his fangs as his eyes hood with lust.

“Helios,” he whispers just as his breath stutters, his body tensing, and his come wetting his jeans.