Page 98 of Alaska Lights

Through a tired, hooded gaze, he uses his speed to rinse the body wash free. He catches himself on the wall, hitting the tiles so hard they crack.

“Your heat,” he explains through tight fangs. “It’s triggering my rut.”

“What does that mean?” I whine, rolling my forehead back and forth across the cool tiled wall. “I don’t know what that means.” I can’t think about anything else except him and feeling him inside me.

Alaska shuts the water off and snags me around the waist. The cool breeze drying my damp skin tells me he’s brought us to the bedroom.

“Look at me, Helios.”

I do as he says, my body wanting to listen to his every command. I have no fight left in me. I reach for his cock, hungry and thirsty for it, for him. I can’t wait another minute. I need him.

He snags my wrist. “You should eat first. Soren changed the bedding too. Brought us food and water. We need to eat before the”—he grabs the bedframe so hard, the wood cracks from his grip—“heat takes us.”

“I don’t give a fuck about food. Only this. Only you.” I stroke his cock, loving how he hisses at my touch.

He growls, the low baritone crawling through my bones, ordering me to listen to him no matter what. Alaska tosses me on the bed, his control snapping.

“There’s no going back after this,” he pants, licking up my inner thigh and stopping at my full, heavy sack. “Once we are mated, that’s it. We’re together for all eternity.”

“Good. I don’t want to wait another second. I can’t. I fucking can’t wait a second longer.”

He snarls, wrapping his mouth around my cock, taking me to the very back of his throat. Since we’re still learning, he chokes and gags, but this time, he doesn’t stop. He pushes through the discomfort and more slick soaks my hole, dripping onto the bed.

Sweat clings to my body. The heat Lorcan warned us about is here, and I almost feel as bad as I did with an arrow in my chest. My skin is tight. My blood is boiling. My vision is blurred around the edges. I think I might have a fever that only Alaska can sate.

“Alaska, please. I can’t. This isn’t enough.” I fight him, gripping him by the roots to pull him up.

My cock leaves his mouth with a slight pop, and he kisses his way up my body.

“I know. I have you, Honeybee. I need you just as much as you need me. Look at this.” He reaches down and squeezes his cock, the tip a deep blush red, the slit wet from precome and my mouth waters for a taste.

I whimper, coming completely undone. Come shoots from me, painting Alaska’s chest with rope after rope. “Fuck!” I bend my back, fisting the blankets as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

“Helios,” Alaska moans my name, dragging a claw through the evidence I released on him. He holds his finger over his mouth, parting his lips as the thick white dollop lands on his tongue. He growls, low and dangerous, one that has more lubricant slicking my hole.

I’m starting to feel a wet spot under me. I don’t even have the energy to question what’s happening. All I want is Alaska. All I’m craving is him inside me. Everything else can wait.

“So fucking good. Seeing me touch myself does that to you?”

“Yes, and it didn’t even help. Please,” I fucking beg, needing relief. “It hurts. Everything hurts. I can’t wait. No more.” I’m delirious now. I need his hands on me, his lips on mine, his cock as deep as possible, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to breathe again.

He rolls his head over his shoulders, his muscles flexing, the tendons in his neck tense, his claws sinking into the blanket and ripping five holes into it as he tries to contain himself. He shuts his eyes, pressing his knuckles into the bed, his shoulders hunched over, the muscles rippling in his back.

I don’t want him contained. I want him unleashed, untamed, completely wild.

He turns his head so fast, his hair sways, those garnet gems glowing neon. His cheeks seem sharper, his fangs longer, and every breath, every pant is mixed with a growl.

In my next blink, he is crawling up my body, sucking a nipple into his mouth, and I gasp. He works his way up my throat, licking, his fangs teasing the side of my throat.

“Right here, Beloved.” His fingers stroke the spot where he placed his last kiss. “I’m going to mark you here. For all to see.” He playfully nips. “I’m going to fill you with every drop.” He grips my chin, forcing me to keep my head straight in order to look at him. “And you’re going to take every fucking drop, aren’t you?” He bends my left leg to my chest, slipping his hand down the back of my thigh, his fingers brushing up and down my crease.

Every touch he gifts me, I want more.

“Every single drop,” I answer between needy whimpers.

He bends my right leg my chest next, putting my entire ass on display.

“Such a beautiful body. I can’t believe such beauty belongs to me. What have I done in my centuries to deserve someone as stunning as you?” He sinks down until he’s lying flat on his stomach. “So wet for me,” he praises, slipping his big palms under each cheek to lift me.