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He wraps his free hand around my cock, stroking in tandem with every pump he gives me.

“Look how fucking perfect you are. Your body is shining with sweat, glistening for me. You are worth waiting centuries for.”

Me? He’s the one who is perfect. The way his big, strong body protects me, loves me, pleasures me. The way every muscle is tense with passion, the way he looks at me as if I’m the only person who exists in his world, and I’ve never been loved so brutally hard before.

He pulls his fingers free and lubricates his engorged shaft with the natural slick. “I can’t wait. If it hurts and I don’t listen, you claw at me, you hit me, you bite me, okay? I’m afraid I won’t hear you, and I’ll hurt you.”

I sit up, not saying a word, just smashing my lips against his. I know he’ll never hurt me. All he has ever done is protect me, and that isn’t going to stop now. His claws get lost in my hair, the sharp points scraping against my scalp. Alaska lies us down, keeping his palm on the back of my head, settling me against the soft pillow.

His tongue twirls around mine and I meet him, thrust for thrust, kissing him like my life depends on it.

Every time his head tilts and his mouth parts, his growls become louder. He grabs at my upper thigh, settling between my legs. He pushes my thighs apart and reaches between us, grabbing his cock, and finally, fucking finally guides it to my hole.

I don’t press in just yet. I’m enjoying the way his skin glistens in the dim yellow light radiating from the lamp to the left. I marvel, completely in awe and admiration of my mate’s body. My cock presses against his hole, but I don’t try to enter him yet.

I’m loving the image in front of me too much to look away. Leo’s body arches, his thick cock waving back and forth while his precome smears on his abdomen. I slide my hand from his trimmed pubic hair and slowly migrate up his firm, lean body. His muscles tense, and I’m able to see how defined he is.

“Your skin,” I praise, unable to stop touching every inch my palm can find. “It’s as if you hold the sun within you, giving you a gorgeous glow, and I want to bathe myself in your light.” I stroke his body in appreciation, tweaking his nipples before my claws skim his ribcage.

He gasps when I caress the spot he seems to like. “Alaska.” The way he says my name feeds my ego. Every syllable is dripping in need and desperation. His skin is becoming warmer to the touch. The light sheen of sweat turns heavier. Beads gather across his forehead. His eyes glaze over, and a delirium takes hold.

My mate is so far gone, and only I can make him feel better.

That’s a power I will never take for granted.

“Eyes on me, Beloved. I want to see your face with every inch I give you.” A growl erupts from me, the rut answering his heat.

Reaching between us, I guide myself in, having to press harder than I thought I would. Finally, the crown pops in. I pause, groaning loudly for Leo to hear how good he already feels.

I watch him, eyes wide, brows pinched together, lips parted as he moans, his nails digging into my arm from the pressure.

That’s what I wanted to see. My vision encapsulates him in red, my claws lengthen further, my fangs fucking ache with the need to bite.

He is so fucking warm and tight already. How am I going to survive this? Dying from pleasure? Consider me a lucky man.

I growl, slipping my hand down his taut stomach, needing to feel him tremble under my palm. His fists clench the blankets, his head is thrown back on the pillow, his Adam’s apple is protruding along with his tendons.

“You’re doing such a good job, Beloved,” I croon, remembering how much he likes to be praised. “I know it can’t be easy taking my cock—” I curl over him, careful not to sink in further, and steal a kiss from his plump lips. I cup his face, his nostrils flaring as he takes a few deep breaths. “But you are doing so good, Honeybee.” I bend down and kiss the fragile, sensitive flesh where his pulse throbs in his neck.

My fangs skim the area, and Leo presses his neck against my mouth, moaning. His heat radiates from within, his body hot to the touch, the warmth sinking into the sharp cuspids that want to sink into his vein.

“I’m going to press in more.” I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his erect cock, his precome leaking from his slit like a faucet. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I pull my hand away to show how he glistens against me. I dip the same hand between us, circling his stretched rim, loving how wet for me he is there too. “And here. My poor mate is soaked for me and needs relief, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” he groans, drawing out the word.

I trace his lips with my fingers, and he gasps before sucking them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my index and middle digits.

“That’s right. Keep yourself busy while I sink into you another inch.” I curl my hips, gripping onto his shoulder as I press in.

He hisses, his nails digging into my shoulders. I remove my fingers and grip his jaw, peppering kisses across his cheeks. “Fuck, Helios,” I whimper, wanting him to know how fucking good he makes me feel. “You feel better than anything life has ever given me,” I admit, our foreheads pressed together. “Are you feeling okay, Beloved? Do you need me to wait?”

He shakes his head. “No. No more waiting. I want you. I need you. You feel so good even if it does hurt.”

“I hate that it hurts, but I promise to make you feel so much better.” I slip in more, my mouth falling open at how tightly he squeezes me. My claws dig into his skin as my muscles shake, stopping myself from slamming into him.

I lean back, pressing his knees wide with my hands to get a better view. I look down, growling, my eyes burning as my primal instincts get closer to my skin. Fighting the urge not to lose control for our first time is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I don’t want to hurt him, yet I want to take him until he hurts. I want him to feel me the next day with every step he takes.

Every breath he takes, I want him to have no doubt who he belongs to.