Page 103 of Alpha Mates

My eyes flick up to his. “You don’t want me to?” I ask as we pant against each other.

“No, I do.I do,more than you know,” he rasps with the edge of one of those teasing smirks that goes straight to my cock. “I just want to be sure that you do. I don’t want you doing something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m not,” I promise, shifting over him. “I want this.”

Aiden eyes me for a moment longer before he eases his grip off my wrist. He settles it instead on the door handle, clutching it firmly as he watches me tug his length free of his underwear.

I know I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t help it.

I’ve felt Aiden’s cock against mine, but seeing it now is … something. He’s big, long and thick, and there’s a steady bead of precum dripping from his flushed tip that dries my mouth out in seconds.

Alphas were supposed to be “blessed” by Goddess herself, built larger so nature couldn’t mistake who led the line. Some even claimed it was instinct, biology shaping us so an alpha could hold their mate more securely, keep them close until nature’s work was done. Myth or fact, it was all the same—Aiden’s body was exactly what every story promised.

“So?” Aiden asks with a chuckle that’s comfortingly nervous. “What’s the verdict?”

“It’s an alpha’s cock,” I blurt thoughtlessly, and he jerks in my palm. I look up at him to find his cheeks slightly pink, and I realise too late how blunt that sounded. I’d only meant it as a fact. And while I’m not surprised by it, Iamsurprised by how the way looking at it makes me swallow.

“I like it,” I whisper, and his cock jerks again in response. Precum beads at the tip, and I struggle to look at anything else as my heart hammers cruelly against my chest.

He watches me, breathing far harder than before as he waits for my next move.

I swallow down the lump in my throat and focus. I want to make him come, but I can’t do that with dry palms so … I lift my hand and lick a long, wet path along it.

Aiden’s groan makes me slow before I can lick again. “Fuck,Jewels,” he growls and when I look up, he’s glaring at me. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

I frown. I haven’t done anything, yet.

“I want you to come,” I confess as I wrap my fingers back around him and stroke. Aiden’s eyes turn to slits as my hand moves, slow but firm, just how I like it myself.

His cock sits heavy in my palm, so I tighten my fingers on my next stroke. He gasps as I twist my wrist, so I do it again. My eyes dart between his thick cock and his face. I want to kiss him too, but I refuse to miss a thing.

Adding my other hand at his base, I stroke his length, relishing in every twitch and moan my touch elicits as Aiden shifts restlessly beneath me. It’s different touching another cock, but I focus on doing the things I like. I stroke his tip until he tenses up and pass my thumb over his head for more of his precum. And when he moans and bucks up, begging for more, I press my thumb against his slit.

“Yes,” he groans, spreading his legs and thrusting up into my fists. “Ah, fuck yes!”

My mouth waters as I watch his cockhead move in and out of my palms, fucking into it so desperately that my cock starts leaking in my pants. Plains, I won’t last long.

Aiden’s teeth grit together as he grips my hips and thrusts up. I keep my hands firm, keep stroking, but like this, it’s like he’s thrusting into me.

My mind grows hazy as my hole suddenly clenches. I hadn’t thought that far yet, but now—I bite back my moans and fight against the delirious desire to free my own length. I have to focus on him, on making him come.

Falling into him, I bury my face against his neck, biting and licking, and I’m rewarded with each of his ragged moans in my ear pushing me closer to the edge.

“Julian,” Aiden groans as I tighten my grip, stroking him faster. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Like I could.

Blood pounds in my ears, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sensitive in my life. The blinding pressure against my zipper threatens to sway me, but I can get Aiden to the end before relieving it. I’m sure of that, but when confident fingers grip my erection, I falter.

“What—what are you doing?” I pant, but I’m already thrusting desperately as his fingers cup my cock and squeeze. He parts one finger to tease my cockhead over the fabric exactly where my slit is, and I see stars.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle my sounds. I know I’m louder than Aiden, meaning someone might hear it, but when he’s touching me like this …

Aiden works my pants open and shoves his hand in, finding my cock and gripping it like it’s his. I shudder against him as his warm palm slides over me.

“Aiden,” I whine as my eyes roll. I’m moving without thinking, rocking us together but Goddess—“I can’t keep quiet,” I warn, trying to drag my hips back, but Aiden doesn’t let me.

“That’s fine,” he pants against my neck, dragging me back to him. “I love the sounds you make,” he groans against my neck. His teeth nip. “Love the way you moan.”