Page 47 of Alaska Lights

Sweat drips down my temple, and I reach to wipe it away when I see a mirage of Alaska sliding his body against mine as he stands. He wipes the salty drop away, then sucks his finger into his mouth, his eyes glowing a bright, electrifying red.

I blink, and he’s gone.

I slam my fist against the wall, needing relief. I burn. I ache. I throb.

Wrapping his shirt around my cock, I curl my hips, providing more pressure with every thrust. The soft ribs and folds of the shirt massage my aching length.

“Alaska,” I moan, pushing the confusion of what I’m doing out of my mind.

I move my hand faster.

Harder.

I wrap the shirt tighter.

His taste lingers on my tongue like smoke from a cigarette.

My breaths become shorter as my orgasm inches closer.

One last image flashes through my mind, and it’s his lips on mine. I groan, the erotic echo dancing around me. Come shoots into Alaska’s shirt, so hard and fast that I have to brace my hand on the wall to keep upright.

I slouch against the wall, the surface cool and smooth against my back. My eyes drift to the ceiling, following the wooden beams.

“Holy shit,” I mumble to myself, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my arm.

I’ve never come that hard in my life.

Hell, that orgasm barely scratched the surface of the arousal still simmering in my blood.

There’s no doubt in my mind when it comes to him now.

I want him.

I need him.

But how do I get him?

My claws dig into the dining room table, leaving deep grooves as proof of my control. My entire body is shaking. My fangs dropped the moment I heard him moan for the first time.

My cock is straining in my sweatpants. Sweat clings to my skin. I keep myself seated, my entire body trembling from containing the wild urge to pin him against the shower stall and give him exactly what he is groaning for.

“Okay. I have to open a few windows. You two are making it difficult to focus.” Glenn stands, clearing his throat and adjusting himself in his jeans as he slides open the surrounding windows.

He sticks his head out and takes a deep breath. “You guys are smothering me in lust.”

“It’s pretty bad, Alaska.” Soren leans against the kitchen counter, chewing on a crispy piece of bacon.

I don’t even care about breakfast. The only thing I’m hungry for is currently fucking himself at the thought of me. I can’t focus on anything else.

It’s fucking impossible.

He moans my name, and I slam my hands down on the table, flexing my fingers into the wood again. My claws grind against the surface, leaving five more scratches as a reminder.

My cock jerks when a small orgasm has come jetting into my sweatpants. I can’t help it. The way he says my name. It’s too much for me.

“Okay. I’m going to go because I’m getting suffocated in here and I don’t have a partner.” Glenn swings the door open, and it slams against the wall in his haste.

“Me too, buddy. It’s hard to breathe in here.”