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"So we're wrestling, now?" I ask.

Jackson replies by leaning forward so the tip of his bulge presses up against mine. Slowly, he starts to move his hips, massaging our lengths together through the thin barrier of our clothing.

I understand—Jackson wants to be in control. Or at least, he wants to feel like he's in control.

So I start to untie the knot on my belt. Jackson watches, still moving his hips, and then reaches down to help me. I want to take him so badly, but not before he's ready. Not before he's begging me to touch him. Right now, my body is his to explore.

"What's this?" he asks, tugging the band tied to my wrist.

"Ah... A little present from Niah."

Jackson chuckles. "Oh. Let me guess. Fertility charm?"

"Precisely. Any guesses as to what I'm supposed to do with it?"

He wraps his thumb and forefinger around my wrist. "I dunno. Do I even need to be more pregnant? Whoa—felt that."

His casual mention of what's to come sends another rush of heat through me, my cock swelling even thicker. Now I let him take over untying my belt. His hands are trembling, but I don't let him see that I notice. With a final tug, he gets it undone and pullsit from my waist. Then, with cautious apprehension, he draws back the layers of my robe.

Jackson swallows hard. His attention is riveted to my cock, gently throbbing beneath the thin loincloth, and he clasps his hands together in an effort to still their excited tremors. I shift slightly, just enough to make the fabric pull tighter, and watch his pupils dilate. Propped on my elbow, I let the moment stretch out. No words. No pressure. Just an invitation with my eyes to indulge himself when he's ready. A lifetime of running, and now he's here. This is where it all led. To this tent, to this moment. To me.

Jackson

Is this really happening?

The question floats on an ocean of adrenaline and phoenix energy pooled up in my brain. It feels like I've been told I've won the biggest jackpot in the world.Congratulations! Here's your prize. You have him all to yourself.

Part of me can't believe I'm here, finally letting myself want this.

Airos is reclined in front of me, his ripped thighs spread wide with a thin sheet of fabric draped between his legs like a tiny napkin. I can see the shape of his huge-ass dick beneath it, and clearly Phoenikos anatomy doesn't exactly match a human male's.

Jesus, I'm actually salivating. But it's not just that—my whole body is responding. A slick heat is growing between my legs, and the emptiness there is almost painful; just a deep throbbing need demanding to be filled.

The loincloth is fastened at Airos's hip. I slowly pull the knot undone, and the fabric falls away.

Holy shit. Definitely not a normal human dick.

I can't look away. I want to take in every incredible detail. He's thicker at the base and longer than I am, but the shape is moretapered than a human's, coming to a slightly pointed head that's already slick with precome. But what really catches my attention are the ridges that run along his shaft from the crest of his head to his knotted base. They almost remind me of the sand dunes. Beautiful rolling swells that are clearly designed for one thing: pleasuring an omega.

This is the first time I've ever really gotten a good, hard look at a dick that's not my own. It's mesmerizing. A goddamn work of art specifically designed to fit inside me. The want that fills me is visceral, a desperate desire to touch it, to taste it, to find out what those ridges would feel like moving inside of me. This feeling is fucking crazy. It's like a new part of my brain has suddenly lit up.

The corner of Airos's mouth curls into one of his small, devilish smiles. He's enjoying this as much as I am.

I hover my palm beside his throbbing erection and can feel the heat radiating off it. Then I take it into my hand and slowly wrap my fingers around the solid meat of his shaft.

It's so goddamn warm. It pulses with his heartbeat, and as I tighten my grip, a fresh droplet of precome forms at his tip and runs down the underside of his head.Goddamn, that's fucking hot. I run my thumb over those ridges, exploring each one with fascination. Then, I catch the droplet of precome and slowly spread it around his sensitive tip.

Airos's smile quickly transforms into something else. His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a low groan. I keep going, closingmy hand around his head and coating my palm in his slick, then pulling my fist back down to the thick swollen knot at his base.

His face contorts with pleasure. "Jackson," he breathes, his hips bucking slightly into my grip. The sound of my name on his lips like that makes me tighten my hold and stroke him faster. My cock is aching to be touched, and I can't help myself—I slip my other hand into the front of my pants and begin to massage myself. My underwear is completely soaked with precome.

Touching isn't enough anymore. I need more. I need to know what hetasteslike.

"Let me try something," I say.

"Please."

I lean down and press my cheek against his shaft. Its warmth glows against my skin, and then the scent of him hits me like a goddamn drug—heavy and musky and raw. I've had secret fantasies about this. It's better than I could've imagined.