Page 112 of Alaska Lights

We’re nothing but grunts, groans, slaps.

“I love you too,” I admit against his lips.

Our foreheads press together, and I watch his face pinch in pleasure, his hand still holding the back of my head, so I don’t go anywhere. Where would I want to go?

Nowhere is better than right here, in his lap, on his cock, his lips on mine. I’m right where I belong.

My fingers slip across his skin, the sweat making it hard to hold onto him.

I tilt my head back, mewling so loud, I’d be embarrassed if I cared enough. Alaska moves his forehead to my chest, his arms wrapping around me to help me move against him.

My prostate is hit over and over again.

“Alaska—” I whimper his name with all the energy I have left.

“I know. Me too. Come with me, Beloved.”

“Ah! Fuck! Oh, fuck,” I sob as my cock erupts, shooting white streaks over his chest.

He holds me down, his lips curling as he snarls, showing the white points of those fangs.

“Helios.” My name falls from his lips like a prayer, those bright red eyes rolling to the back of his head when he spills inside me, filling me to the brim until his come drips down his cock.

We stay there, shaking, shivering, completely out of breath, and he takes my face in his hands, kissing me with so much care, I almost want to cry.

“I can’t believe I’ve lived so many lifetimes without you,” Alaska admits, his crimson neons locking with my gaze, which I’m sure is looking at him like he hung every single star in the sky.

“I can’t believe I get to spend every single one of my lifetimes with you.” I press his hand harder against my cheek. “I don’t get to miss any time.”

“Good. I’d never want you to feel that kind of loneliness.”

I embrace him, holding him close, burying my hand in his long hair. “And you’ll never be lonely again,” I whisper into his ear, his love for me pouring into the bond so much that it robs me of my breath.

He tilts me backwards, my back pressing against the cool hardwood floor. The brisk cold feels good against my heated skin.

He cages my head in with his bulky arms, his hair draping on either side like a curtain closing us in, and it causes his eyes to burn brighter.

To my surprise, Alaska moves, slow and steady, taking his time gliding in and out of me.

I tilt my head back and gasp his name. “Alaska.”

“I love how you say my name.” His hand clutches onto my thigh, giving me deep, long strokes.

His fingers trace my lips. “Say it again.”

I’m going to say his name for the rest of eternity, and yet I know it wouldn’t be long enough.

I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know what time it is. I don’t fucking care. All I care about is the man lying between my legs in the tub, his back pressed against my front.

We showered first, scrubbing the dried come and sweat off our bodies before we allowed ourselves to soak in a hot bath. The water feels amazing. Even with my abilities, the warmth feels good against my exhausted muscles.

I massage his shoulders, and he groans, dropping his head forward. “That feels so good, Sunshine.”

Yes, he does.

Everything about Helios feels good. I still can’t believe he’s mine and that I’m sitting in my bathtub for the first time ever, and it’s with my mate.

I kiss the back of his neck, inhaling his scent, smelling something new underneath the basic sandalwood scent of my soap. I’m not used to him smelling like the both of us. That has to be it.