Page 103 of Alaska Lights

My good fucking boy.

With both hands, he clutches my forearm, pressing his teeth where mine were just seconds ago, and the moment my blood hits his tongue, I feel it. Colors that remind me of the northern lights pass between us, our souls finally finding their rightful homes.

Bright greens, blues, reds, and oranges sway and dance around one another, sinking into our chests, binding us for all eternity.

Leo’s eyes widen when he feels what I do.

I nearly come again when his emotions sink into me. He is happy. He loves me. His love for me is so intense, I curl over him, unable to stay upright. I remove my wrist from his mouth, cupping the sides of his face.

I’m finally home.

I finally belong.

My silence is filled with love, and now my heart isn’t so empty.

“You’re beautiful,” he speaks through bloody teeth and red lips, his hands buried in my long hair.

Unable to say another word, I crush my lips against his; the rut hitting me like a truck. It has to be because the bond is complete. Somehow, Leo is wetter; his body is scorching to the touch. His hair is damp with sweat, and I have no idea how uncomfortable he will be or how long this will last, but I’m here for him.

I’ll always be here for him.

As our tongues twirl and twist, sharing the remainder of blood, I move. I ease out until the tip is all that’s left, and then slowly push in. Both of us moan down the other’s throat.

I rip my lips away from his and snarl, “There’s no fucking way it’s supposed to feel this good. Fuck, Helios.” I bury my face in the side of his neck, one hand grasping his leg while the other clutches the headboard.

The wood finally gives way under my strength. I toss a chunk of the headboard to the floor. Dropping my hand, I hold onto the muscular globe of his ass for leverage.

“I want to get deeper,” I admit. “I’m not far enough. I want to fucking possess you.” I snap my hips forward, and a sound between a cry and a sob escapes him.

I like that sound. I want to hear it again.

I repeat my movements, snapping my hips, watching his face light up with pleasure.

There isn’t a better feeling than knowing I’m the one who is making him feel like this.

“I feel you everywhere.” His voice is a soft whisper floating around the room, echoing through my mind.

“Everywhere. All over my body. Inside me. And it still isn’t enough. I need more. I’ll always need more when it comes to you.” I kiss down his throat, sucking the spot below his ear that he likes so much, and it earns me a pretty little whimper.

I lick the blood from his throat to his chin, then dip my tongue between his lips. He sucks the appendage into his mouth, pulling yet another guttural growl from me.

I fuck him harder and faster; the bed banging against the wall to tell all our secrets. His nails scratch down my back before sinking into my biceps, holding onto me while I ram my cock into his ass.

“Mine,” I snarl, sitting up so I can see him. “All mine.”

He nods in agreement, his cheeks flushed, his skin stained red, and his hand wraps around his own impressive shaft.

I slap his hand away. “That’s mine.”

“Alaska!” He reaches for that beautiful cock again, and I pin his hands above his head so fast, the shock vibrates between the bond, plucking at it like strings.

“You’ll come by my cock. Not your hand. Me. Only me. That’s my cock, Honeybee. If I don’t make you come hands free, then you better tell me what the hell I’m doing wrong. Do you understand me?”

His eyes roll to the back of his head, his slick cock rubbing against my stomach. “Yes, yes, I understand,” but he doesn’t like it.

“Good boys don’t pout, Beloved. It’s okay. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I fucking hope so. I’ll be a horrible mate if I don’t. I’m trying hard not to think about how I’ve never done this before.