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It’s my first time seeing a man naked like this. There’s nothing innocent about it. My mind is racing at the same speed as my heart. My breaths are heavy. My nails dig into the long grass and fist the blades so hard I yank them from the roots.

Wow.

I’m speechless.

He straightens; the motion of him reaching for his cock hooks me, and I follow the movements.

“Holy fuck,” I moan in delight and horror.

His cock is long and thick. I knew it would be based on how it felt earlier today, but I didn’t know. There’s a slight curve to his shaft, the head wide, his shaft bulging at the damn seams.

Smoke drifts behind him like fog creeping through the night. The light radiating from the fire cloaks his body in reds, yellows, and oranges flickering across his skin. His bicep flexes with every slow stroke he gives himself, his thumb rubbing over the slit to gather the precome I want so badly on my tongue.

“How the hell are you going to fit?” My anxiety heightens, doubt settling in my mind, wondering if I’m in over my head.

“I’ll fit.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you were made to take my cock.”

I curl forward, placing my hands on the ground and crawl towards him. His lips part in surprise, and then he closes his mouth, his eyes becoming stern, the red tint stark against the night sky backdrop.

“Fuck, you look good on your hands and knees, Beloved.”

Beloved. I love that just as much as Honeybee.

“Can you kneel for me?” He palms my nape.

I stop right at his feet, wanting his powerful thighs to wrap around my neck while I suck him down.

“Oh, what a good fucking boy you are,” he growls, dipping his finger into his leaking slit.

I close my eyes, tilting my head to the side while he slides his fingertips along my jaw. I stroke my own cock at his praise, whimpering at how much I like Alaska noticing how good I am for him.

I’ll be the best good boy he will ever have.

“My little mate likes praise, doesn’t he?” Alaska forces two fingers into my mouth, my head automatically moving in agreement, my eyes hooded with lust.

I suck his fingers, wrapping my tongue around the wide digits, moaning around them, wanting him to see that I can please him.

I’ll try, anyway.

He hooks his fingers on my bottom teeth, tugging me forward, and he forces me to look up at him.

“That’s right. Eyes on me, Beloved. I want to see you delirious for me. Those pretty fucking greens better never leave my sight. I wish you could see yourself right now. On your knees, your cock weeping, spit dripping down your chin, your eyes watering as I touch the back of your throat. So pretty for me. An image I’ll never forget.”

I know he means it by how he flashes his fangs and bends down, yanking me forward again by my teeth.

“Is this pretty mouth going to suck my cock?”

My eyes flutter shut, my lips tingling for the chance to be wrapped around him. “Yes,” I mumble around the hold he has on me.

His nostrils flare as he straightens to his full height, once again, making me feel small and delicate at the height of six-two.

Alaska widens his stance, gripping the wide base.

“Be a good boy, then.”