Page 148 of Alpha Mates

“Y-yours,” he stutters as I press my thumb against his leaking tip.

“Again,” I demand, licking his ear, making his entire body shake.

“I’m yours … Aiden. I—I’m yours,” he whimpers as his body rocks back to meet mine.

“And I am yours,” I promise, teeth finding his ear.

We crash over the edge together, falling into this pit of pleasure with reckless abandon. My vision whites out as my toes curl and my thrusts lose their rhythm, turning into something weak and ragged.

I moan for Julian the same way he moans for me, and tears spring from his eyes as he grinds his teeth together, his entire body shaking as he comes and comes, and fucking comes.

We collapse together, and it takes everything in me to gather the strength to roll off his back. Panting for dear life, I blink up at the ceiling until my vision clears enough for me to remember where I am. I glance across at Julian, and he’s still trembling, his pupils blown wide.

“Shit,” I mutter, sitting up to brush the hair out his face. “Was that too much? I—did I go too far?” Julian blinks, slowly finding the world again. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He swallows, offering me a lazy smile. “I’m fine.”

He barely looks conscious.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, but he shakes his head.

“I’m fine, Aiden,” he asserts after a heavy breath. He pats my hip. “Now go, get dressed. Seriously, this time.”

“Ju—”

“Aiden,” he cuts me off sharply, his eyes focused now. “It was good, really good. I’m fine and I liked it. So please, shut up and go get dressed.”

I watch him for a while longer, making sure it’s not just words but thathe’s really alright, then grin and obey.

“Alright,” I mumble as I sit up, pushing off the bed and away from him. He shoos me off, like he’s not covered in our cum, and I listen, but I can’t leave without throwing him a bone.

“Not the bottommy ass,” I mutter before I dash into the bathroom, shutting the door just as the television remote comes sailing towards me.

Chapter 29

Julian

“Youhave two options here,” I tell Aiden once we drive past the hotel’s gates. “We can either start with the best thing I have planned and work our way down, or we can start small and work our way up.”

“Up,” he says, his restless fingers already flipping through the car’s radio stations.

“Okay, then we have a mini drive ahead of us,” I announce.

He groans. Loudly.

“Oh, stop your whining. I’m the one driving”

“What exactly classifies as ‘mini’?” he asks warily.

“About thirty minutes—less if you’re good with directions,” I say. His groan deepens. “That’s not even bad, and it’ll be faster if you use the map in the glovebox.”

There’s no real chance of getting us lost when every activity I have planned for us is in the incubi’s territory, but keeping Aiden busy means he won’t piece my surprises together. Besides, an extra pair of eyes to make sure we don’t wander too far can’t hurt.

“This would be a lot easier if I could use my phone,” Aiden murmurs as he unfolds the map. “Or if you’d just tell me where we’re going?”

“We don’t need a phone for this,” I retort, slowing at a T-junction. A sign ahead shows an icon of a hiking man to the left, so I make the turn. “I’ve already marked in our routes. All you have to do is direct us along the furthest inked line.”

“At least I’m not blindfolded this time,” he mumbles, stretching his legs out and getting comfortable.