Page 83 of Alaska Lights

I keep his head still, gulping him down, flooding my stomach with the one thing I have to depend on him for.

Forever.

When his body stops twitching and when the electric buzz of his orgasm fades, I carefully remove my fangs and lick the marks, gathering every little drop. None of him can go to waste.

I kiss down his chest while he tries to catch his breath. I get to our combined fluids, the iron in his blood still marinating on my tongue. My hand coasts up his picturesque stomach as I lap at our mixture.

I groan, burying my lips in the salty puddle. Sucking it into my mouth, I slip up his body, clutch his chin, and like the good boy he is, he parts his lips. I spit us into his mouth, crushing us together. The kiss is messy, lazy, come drops from the corner of my mouth, and Leo is there, licking me clean.

Breaking away, I press my forehead against his, our bodies slick with sweat, still shaking, the cool breeze finally finding its way over to us.

“You okay, Honeybee?” I stay right where I am, my hand on his hip, my semi-hard cock against his, and our gazes locked.

“More than,” he answers with a yawn. “That was…I wanted more. I don’t know what happened. Why was I…why was I wet?”

“I don’t know, but it spoke to my vampire. I very much loved it, and I can’t wait for it to happen again.”

“Me too,” his voice lowers an octave.

I switch our positions, guiding him to lie on my chest. “I’ll get answers, okay?”

His fingers play my chest hair. “I never want this to end.”

“Hey.” I tug his head back by his neck until I can look him in the eye. “It’s never going to end. We’re never going to end. The longer we are mated, the more we will want one another. This is for eternity, Leo. This. Us. We’re never going to end.”

“Good, because I don’t want it to end.” His gasp interrupts the sweet moment, his finger pointing towards the sky. “Look!”

The northern lights scatter through the vast darkness, rare vibrant reds and oranges filling space. I haven’t seen lights like this in a while. These colors are rare.

“Wow,” he gapes. “This is…this is beautiful.”

“Yeah.” I kiss the top of his head, inhaling him to make sure he is really here, tightening my arm around him. “It is.”

I’ve seen the lights a million times, but right now? It feels like the first time getting to experience them with Leo. I’ve never appreciated the beauty they held before, not until now.

I’m looking forward to the never-ending years with him.

I’m finally excited about living.

At last.

My stomach grumbles in my dreams; the juicy aroma of steak infiltrates the filthy fantasies I’m having about Alaska.

I stretch my arms above my head and straighten my legs as much as possible, groaning at how good it feels. When I open my eyes, I’m confused when I see my surroundings.

I’m in the tent.

How did I get here?

And why am I alone?

I don’t like waking up without Alaska wrapped around me.

Still naked, I wrap the blanket around myself and dip my head down, so I don’t hit the top of the tent as I step outside. The morning carries a fog. The grey, whimsical cloud hangs low to the ground, sneaking into the long grass.

Moooo.

I jump, startled, when I hear a cow. “Fuck.” I hold a hand over my heart when I see cattle scattered across the field.