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He’s always making me do that.

He bends down, sucking the tip between his lips, and I keen, my hips lifting of their own accord. My cock slides into his mouth further, and I’m wrapped in wet, tight heat. I cover my eyes with my arm, grunting, gasping, doing my best not to get too loud.

I can’t help it. He makes me want to scream. It’s never felt this good. I’ve never felt this good. It’s a little overwhelming but in a very good way.

“Let me hear you, Helios. I want the entire state to hear what I do to you. Let them crave the pleasure they will never receive.” He sucks me down again; messy, uncoordinated slurps have me scratching down his biceps.

His fangs tease me, the lightest graze drifting over the sensitive glands, and I nearly come apart right then.

I look up towards the sky, and I can’t tell if I’m seeing the stars already there or the ones he is making me see.

“Why—Why are you so good at this?” There is no way he hasn’t done this before. “And why aren’t you naked too?”

“I’ll get there. Right now, I just want to please you. And I’m not good at it. I’m your mate, so you think anything I do is good.”

I sit up and wrap my hand around his throat; the crimson glowing from his irises. “It’s this damn mouth. It’s those damn fucking lips. I can’t think when your mouth is on me.” I rub my fingers across his spit-shined lips, then with a grip of his shoulder, force him between my legs and Alaska sucks me back down.

Pleasure swims faster and faster through my veins. He takes more of me, the tip hitting the back of his throat. He gags and chokes, the sounds edging me further.

He doesn’t stop.

Alaska doesn’t seem to care. He pulls off me to cough, spit strings attached from his lips to the flared helmet of my cock.

Seeing him like that sets me off. I spring forward, crushing our mouths together, our tongues dueling for dominance. I know in the end I’ll relent. I like him being the one in charge, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always make it easy.

His wide palm cups the back of my head, applying more pressure to the kiss. It’s harder, borderline painful; his fangs scrape my bottom lip, and blood fills my mouth, the iron draping over my tongue.

A wild, predatory growl drifts with the breeze, the vibrations settling in my bones. Alaska’s entire hand grips my jaw, directing every next motion, and I let him take control. His tongue dips in my mouth, moaning at the taste of my blood, and he becomes unhinged the moment it blooms across his tongue.

He grinds himself against me, greedily grabbing at every part of my body he can reach. My thighs, my hips, my sides, my chest. Feeding him, no matter how small the amount, has me reaching down to squeeze my cock to stop myself from coming.

The soft fleece blanket under us becomes hot, or maybe it’s me. I feel delirious with lust. The way my heart is hammering inside my chest, I’m afraid it might beat right out of my body into his hands.

That would be fine too, because I know he’d take care of it.

“This okay? Are you okay?” he asks me between intense, ardent kisses. “Your blood is singing.”

“For you.” I slide my hand around his waist. “Blood is singing for you.” My fingers trace the waistband of his jeans, following it to the front.

The button is cool against my fingertips as I flick it open. I dip inside his jeans, both of us gasping when I wrap my hand around his cock.

“Oh, oh, fuck, Helios. I love your hands on me. Is that what you need? You need me, Honeybee?”

I push his jeans down as far as I can, stopping just below the curve of his ass. I grip each cheek, moaning at the way his flesh gives under me.

Alaska reclines, fumbling to yank his pants off, and his eyes widen as he falls backwards onto his back, legs in the air.

I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh. Alaska joins in, his pants wrapped around his thighs, his arm slouched over his face from embarrassment. I see his body shaking in laughter, and his happiness plucks at our bond.

It vibrates like a metal string, finding its way to my heart.

I’ve never had this much fun during sex before. I hope this never ends with us. I want it to always be this way.

“You didn’t see that, right?” He sits up, using his boots to slant against the other, shucking each one off.

He stands next, towering over me like a giant, and the laughter, the smiling. It all abruptly ends when my gaze rakes over him.

Stupid sounds escape me since I’m unable to form any words as he strips his jeans off.