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I’ll have to talk to Glenn about this later, but right now, I need my mate. I wrap a hand around our cocks. The constriction paired with his matching thrusts is too much for me.
I break.
I dip my finger down again, soaking the tip with his natural lubricant, and ease inside. I take my time. The last thing I want to do is hurt my mate.
“This okay?”
His hand braces on my forearm, his moans echoing over the mountains. “Yes, oh, fuck, yes, more, Alaska. More.”
I move in and out, keeping a steady, slow pace. Leo relaxes after a few minutes and pushes down on me.
“More.”
I ease another finger in, stretching his virgin hole wider. Curling my fingers to find a better position, Leo keens, slapping his arms across the blanket.
“There. There! Right fucking there. Oh, my god, fuck!” He fists the blankets so hard, his biceps flex, and they cast a spell on me.
I lick my fangs at the thought of biting him there.
I want to bite him everywhere.
Every place I can see, I want my mark on him.
He gasps so hard, so deep, I’m worried he can’t breathe. I scissor my fingers, wanting him to get used to the stretch. I don’t know how I’m not deep inside him by now. It’s taken every ounce of control I have to be aware, to maintain the grip on my humanity.
On my sanity.
“More,” he begs, tweaking his own nipples.
“You’re sure? There’s no rush, Honeybee. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please.” His voice is small and quiet.
I insert another finger, and he hisses, bearing down on my hand.
“Fuck yourself,” I demand. “Let me see how bad you want to come, Beloved.”
He listens, rocking himself down on my fingers.
“Good boy.” Sweat drips down my temples as I hold in my orgasm. Every second that passes, the urge to give in to the pleasure becomes more difficult.
He moves faster from the compliment, and my lips part in absolute awe, watching his tight ass take three fingers, and his cock pressed against mine, sheathed in my grasp. We find a good pace, and I imagine I’m sliding into him, his walls hugging me, pulling me to the depths I dream of reaching.
His hips stammer, and he stretches his neck to the side, inviting me to bite.
It won’t scar until I come inside him, but I can’t deny the temptation to drink from my fated mate.
His orgasm is at the surface, like mine. I can smell the sweetness rising in his blood.
I don’t ask. I don’t hesitate.
I strike.
And the second my fangs slice into his jugular, my orgasm possesses me from head to toe. A massive shiver slips down my spine, my sack pulling tight and emptying over our cocks. Every jet that floods between us, I pull blood into my mouth from his vein,
My vision darkens with crimson, the nectar fueling me, our bond strengthening. Leo falls apart only a few seconds later, his blood drugging me, and I become dizzy.
“Alaska,” he cries, adding white ropes to mine.
