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He cried out, his thrusts growing frenzied. “Gonna…come…so…hard.”

I pumped my finger in and out of his ass as I hummed all around his cock.

He gave a few more disjointed thrusts and then spurted hard against my throat with a shout. I swallowed his hot essence as I drank in the erotic sight of him standing over me like some ancient conqueror. He was magnificent, his muscled chest sheened with sweat. He’d thrown his head back, and his sexy mouth was open on a long, sensual moan. I sucked gently at his pulsing, softened shaft, drawing the last of his come down my throat.

He shuddered, his chest heaving, and his fingers slid from my hair. After a second, he pulled out of my mouth and looked down.

Gaze locked with his, I wiped a trickle of come from the corner of my mouth and sucked it off my thumb.

“Alec,” he breathed, his eyes fierce with emotion. In one motion, he tugged me to my feet and tipped us both onto the bed. We collapsed in a heap, his fist already pumping me.

I closed my eyes on a groan, my hips bucking. “Fuck. Won’t be long.”

“Come for me, then,” he murmured. His warm body pressed against mine and his breath stirred my hair as his fist flew. “Come all over my hand. Do it now.”

The growled command was all it took. Pressure boiled up my balls and into my shaft, and then I was shooting my load into his fist and onto my stomach. Colors burst in front of my eyes, the world reduced to my cock and Lachlan’s fist and the utter bliss drumming through every nerve ending. He knew just how to handle me, jerking me off fast and then slow as I arched and cried out. Just as my shaft became too sensitive, he released me and settled back.

As I came down, he left the bed, then returned with my shirt, which he wiped over my chest and stomach. As he mopped up my mess, I caught a flash of red on the fabric. Ah, yes. He must have broken the skin when he cracked my jaw. From bleeding to coming within fifteen minutes. It wasn’t the first time.

“I liked that shirt,” I said weakly, still trying to catch my breath.

“You can afford another one.”

Well, that was true. Our kind had a thing for amassing wealth. It was one of a small handful of weaknesses.

Mates were another.

He flung himself next to me and scrubbed a hand over his face.

I rolled to my side and raised my eyebrows. “Feel better?”

He spoke without removing his hand. “Yes.” There was a long pause. Then, “Perhaps I was a wee bit pent up.” At my soft laugh, he lifted his hand and gave me a disgruntled look. “What? You want a formal apology on engraved paper?”

“No, Lachlan. Your tight arse is quite enough.” Smiling, I kissed him, passion firing all over again at the feel of his lips and tongue. When he was relaxed and breathless, I broke off the kiss and murmured, “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said huskily.

“And we could love her. We’ve waited a long time for our mate, Lach. And you’ve waited longer than most.”

Pain flashed in his eyes—there and gone so quickly I might have missed it if I hadn’t been inches away. Our bond was forged in fire. Nothing could break it.

But something was missing, and we both felt the lack.

He swallowed. “Aye, a long time.”

“You want her,” I said. “You connected with her on the plane.”

“Of course I want her. She’s a beautiful woman.” His dark brows drew together. “But wanting her isn’t the same as mating her.”

If he hadn’t been so obviously angst-ridden, I might have punched him again for being so stubborn. He was determined to deny Chloe simply because she wasn’t what he expected. Fortunately, last night proved his body already knew the truth even if his hard head needed more time to process reality.

But maybe I could prod him along.

“Her being human could be a good thing,” I said. “We don’t have to worry about her kin trying to take her back.”

He said nothing. Then again, he didn’t argue. It was a start.

“Use these two weeks to get to know her better.”