Page 167 of Alpha Mates

I want inside of that heat so bad it hurts.

“Please,” he groans, pulling his lips from mine.

“We’re not rushing this,” I pant as I meet his eyes. “I told you I was going to take this slow …” I remind him—and myself—as I sit up enough to peel his shirt off, “and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

His next breath is stuttered, and I don’t give him the chance to catch it, leaning down to take his nipple in my mouth. My fingers find the other and his moans make my cock strain against my sweats.

His scrambling hands fist the sheets as I swap sides. I lap and tease until they’re hard, and Julian shudders with every flick. Only then do I move lower.I travel down the centre of his chest, my hands on his thighs following my descent, until my tongue finds his navel.

I dip inside, just to feel the way his stomach flinches in response, and when his eyes meet mine, I slip my hands between his spread thighs.

“Oh Goddess!” Julian moans when my fingers circle his cock. Hard and twitching, it presses against the thin fabric of his boxers and my hand.

His feet plant at my sides as I rub him, kneading while my lips kiss down his inner thighs. They try to close around me, but I force them wide, sucking and teasing him until he’s leaking through the fabric.

I hook my fingers in his waistband and slowly drag his boxers down, freeing his cock. I lick my lips before working down every inch of him. Between ragged breaths, I kiss and suck until I’m at the base of his heat.

“Aiden!” he cries out, and then again, but even louder when I take him in my mouth. Eyes falling shut, I savour the taste of him before I suck him down for more. “Ah! Oh my … fuckk.”

Reaching up, I find his nipples again and pinch them, making him thrust off the bed. My mouth fills, my throat strains, but I don’t pull off as Julian slides to the back of my throat and his quivering hips frame my face.

I blink up at him, and his eyes are heavy, hungry, locked on me as I slowly draw back with hollowed cheeks. He shudders as his wet cock slaps against his stomach, and I can’t stop the growl that rips from my chest as I take him in.

I tug his underwear the rest of the way off, slide my palms up his warm, naked body, then under his ass, giving him a firm squeeze that makes fresh precum bead at his tip.

“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, before licking it off. I circle him with my tongue while I take him back into my fist, pumping him leisurely so that he can keep feeding me his precum.

I keep him there, suspended between too much and not enough, until I move my free hand lower.

My fingers slip down his crack until they find the soft, tight entrance of him. I shudder just as he does, and our eyes lock.

He knows what I’m about to do, it’s further than we’ve ever gone, but he doesn’t freak out. His breathing picks up but so does mine.

I pull off his cock, intending to ask anyway, but Julian reaches overhead and pulls a small bottle of lube from under the pillows.

He tosses it at me, and that’s all the answer I need.

I pop the lid and drench my fingers, rubbing them together until they’re slick before I brush them against his opening.

Julian’s breathing slows and then deepens as I rub his rim, teasing him with gentle pressure until I slip my finger inside. He stiffens immediately, tensing all over until he forces himself to relax. But his face still contorts with his discomfort.

“It’s okay,” I whisper while I stroke his still-hard cock a little tighter. “It’ll feel good in a minute.”

My finger slides deeper, reaching a knuckle before I ease it back. Stroking him, I slowly start to fuck him with my finger. I try to focus on loosening him and not on how warm and snug he feels, on how his walls seem to suck down on my finger.

It doesn’t take long before his body starts to give. A rushed breath slips out of him, a near moan. My lips quirk as I try to mirror my last motion, curling my finger and pushing in with a little more force. He whimpers, and I make it my mission to wring every one of those breathless sounds out of him.

I burrow deeper, moving faster, until the slide of my finger is steady and familiar, and Julian’s moans grow louder.

I thought I knew his sounds, but not like this. Not with his legs spread, his eyes half closed, lying beneath me as I get him ready to take me.

Goddess, bless me with patience.

Using more lube, I add another finger. His breath hitches, but soon he’s chasing it, lost in it again.

I work him slowly, stretching him open while I mouth his cock, keeping him hard. I spread the digits, curl and twist them. I open him up and watch the way his tight hole teases me.

I’m drooling by the time I’ve worked in a third finger, and I make good use of it by taking his cock into my mouth again.