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I also don’t want him to suffocate, so I lift my hips and allow him the chance to breathe.

He lets out a deep gasp for air that shouldn’t sound sexy, but it’sAce,so of course it does.

“Going to fucking come—” is all he gets out before his cock swells, and he floods my mouth. I commit the sounds he makes to memory—deep, low groans that end in stuttering breaths.

I suck him through it, swallowing every drop he gives me until he’s twitching underneath me. He cleans my cock with his tongue, slurping obscenely and chuckling once he’s finally done coming apart.

I roll off him and let out my own heavy breath, satisfied and exhausted.

“You never come that quickly,” Ace laughs, and I let out a warning growl.

“You didn’t seem to have any problems with it, as you cameimmediatelyafter.”

“I’m just saying, baby. It sounds like that little incentive really worked out, huh?”

Think about her as you fuck my face.

I bury my face in the soft comforter and groan. “Shut up,” I mutter.

“It’s almost as if you could say…I was right,” he gloats. “Like I always am.”

I move off the side of the bed and lie back down, my head resting against the pillows. “Just shut up and come here,” I grumble, extending an arm, and Ace curls up next to me and lays his head on my chest.

“So pissy,” he mutters as I run my hand down his tatted back. “After I drained your balls, too.”

I snort. “I’ll never get over what comes out of your mouth,” I say, closing my eyes.

There’s a moment of silence, and I feel Ace shaking in laughter underneath me.

“Oh, my god,” I mutter.

“You’re the one that said it. Not me.”

I tangle my hand in his hair and pull at the inky black locks. “You’re impossible.” I try to sound annoyed, but my tone is fond.

Heisimpossible, and but he’s all mine.

He’s also my exact opposite. He loves to lose control, while I try to do anything but. He speaks his mind and does what he wants without worrying about the consequences.

Ace just doesn’t care.

He’s a barely reformed bad boy.

He mumbles something as I run my hand through his hair, but he’s already half-asleep, his breathing even and deep.

Because he always insists I do it, I purr for him, my chest rumbling.

He claims it helps soothe him. I never thought I would purr for another Alpha—I’ve never even heard of it being done before.

But if it helps him, and keeps him sleeping peacefully, I’ll do it until I can finally fall asleep myself.

I allow the sound of his breathing to lull me to sleep.

* * *

I wakeup on my side with a pair of eyes the color of the ocean staring at me.

“What the hell?” I croak. “We talked about you watching me while I sleep.”