Page 80 of Alaska Lights

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

I’m so fucking close. Watching him on his knees? Watching how beautifully he submits. I know how much trust he has to have in me to be this vulnerable, especially since everything we do together is for the first time.

We’re learning about our bodies, and since we are fated, what we do together is so natural. There’s no pressure or fear. Nerves? Absolutely, but only because I want to be the best he’s ever had.

I want him to think about me when he daydreams. I want to be the center of his fantasies. His past with women? I never want him to think about them again or miss being with them. I want to consume him, through and through, night and day, for all eternity.

His pupils are blown, and in the reflection, all I see is me, how focused he is on me. On us. Even testing the bond, my mate is thinking of nothing and no one else.

He really is my good boy.

I drift my knuckles against his cheek, and his eyes roll back in his head from the tender caress. Something about him is different right now. Even his scent. It’s sweeter, and it’s causing my mouth to water. The aroma isn’t too intense, but I’m curious about what it means. Is it just his desire?

Whatever the reason, my fangs throb, my taste buds tingling, wanting to sink my fangs in.

I pull my fingers free, forgetting his mouth was already full. Spit webs between us, and I lift my hand, sucking my fingers clean, moaning when his saliva mixes with mine.

His hands slide up my legs to rest on my thighs, his phantom touch drifting across my groin to my cock.

I gasp at feeling his hand around me for the first time; a small spurt of come twitches my shaft, shooting across his wrist.

Oh, fuck, I will not last. Not with my mate touching me like this. He hasn’t moved, and it’s still the best pleasure I’ve experienced in all my damn life. It’s a good thing I’m a vampire.

My endurance can last over and over and over again.

Leo leans down, keeping eye contact with me, those fucking lashes curling to the bottom of his brows. His pink tongue laps at the come, the evidence of how much I lack control when he’s touching me.

I hold my breath, wondering if he is going to like it. What will it mean for us if he doesn’t?

He hums in delight, licking his way up to my cock. Leo wraps his lips around the crown, dipping his tongue in the slit, moaning as if I’m the best thing he has ever tasted.

“Eyes,” I remind him just as he shuts them.

And he listens.

“Good boy, Beloved.” I run my fingers through his hair, his curls soft and giving as I grip them by the root.

Leo becomes fueled, taking me further. He pulls back as he gags, coughing, his tears dripping onto his cheeks.

I’m trying not to be too proud of what a beautiful mess he is.

“Are you okay? You don’t have to⁠—”

He silences me when he engulfs me, sucking me down until I hit the back of his throat again. He gags, more spit added to my cock, and his tongue flicks under the sensitive glands after tracing the crown.

With my free hand, I hold on to his jaw, lightly thrusting my hips forward.

“Fuck, Leo. I wish you could see this. Your lips stretched wide, spit soaking your chin, those pretty eyes watering just for me. You look fucking beautiful. Do you want to know how good you feel?” He seems to love to know how great a job he is doing, and I wouldn’t be a good mate if I didn’t give him what he needed.

“Mmmhmm,” he hums around me the best he can.

“This mouth is addicting. I could get used to seeing your lips stretched around me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pretty sight. I can’t imagine how good it will be to finally be inside you. God,” I growl. “The thought alone is about to make me fill your fucking throat, Leo.”

He doubles his efforts, moving faster, slurping with his tongue, stroking the base. There’s no real rhythm. His attempts, like mine, are sloppy and uncoordinated, and still, I know no feeling is better than this one.

The urge to spill into his mouth hits me, and I pull from his succulent lips, his teeth dragging against my flesh, which I like more than I thought I would.

Like the good boy Leo is, he follows me, opening his mouth again to take me, and I step away.