Page 168 of Alpha Mates

“Plains!” Julian moans, the sound filling our room and my mind as I make his body mine. His body bows as I fuck into him, and he starts pushing himself down onto my fingers.

“So—so good!” His voice cracks, thin with pleasure, and I don’t let up. He cries out as I drag my tongue from the root up, making him quiver as the force behind my fingers turns merciless. He squirms, panting, then jerks when I crook my fingers deeper, and I know I’ve found his prostate. It’s enough to drive me crazy, worse yet when I nudge the spot again and his eyes cross.

I can’t wait another second.

Slipping my lips off his cock, I ease my fingers out of him and Julian whimpers at the loss. His hole tightens, clenching as if it’s begging to be filled. Fuck.

I strip, tossing my clothes behind me, then settle back over my mate. He stares up at me, spent, waiting and eager, and I’m no better.

I need this now. Need him now.

Julian reaches down and wraps his fingers around me. I hiss, shuddering at the contact, and he smiles up at me. Goddess, that fucking smile.

“You ready?” I ask, nudging his legs further apart and positioning myself between them.

His hands slip away, leaving my cock pressed against his rim. He grips my hips instead, blue eyes wide, his heart racing like mine.

He nods a little and pushes up on his elbows to kiss me. It’s soft and careful.

“Yeah,” he whispers, lying back with a small smile. “You?”

I kiss him again, slow ’cause I’m shaking a little. “Yeah.”

Julian’s arms come around me, keeping me close, and I stay right where I’m meant to be, with my forehead against his and my soul reaching for him.

I hold myself firm before I tilt my pulsing tip to his entrance. His eyes dart between mine and as we take our next breath together, I push in.

There’s some resistance, and it’s slow, but then my head slips in and Julian gasps.

Holy fucking shit—he’s so tight. Vice-like and slick with the lube, his hole is perfect and so warm I feel like I’m on the verge of coming already.

Blinking wildly, I try to stop panting, but I’m not the only one struggling as Julian’s fingers dig into my shoulders.

Right. Fuck. I shove away my own arousal, ignoring it as I ease my hips back a fraction before pushing in. I do it again, over and over, until Julian’s body begins to adjust and I sink deeper.

“A little more,” I say, pausing so he can breathe, but it has the opposite effect.

“There’s more!” he bursts out in absolute horror.

I bite back my snort and kiss his forehead instead. I hold still, kissing his slick skin until he relaxes again. Once he does, he tugs me closer, and I sink in until I’m buried to the hilt.

“Shit,” Julian whispers, stomach quivering.

“Take your time,” I pant against his skin. “There’s no rush.”

And there isn’t. This is already so much. So fucking good.

His walls flex around me, and my eyes roll as pleasure skitters down my spine, but I keep my hips where they are.

Fingers digging into my skin, Julian takes his time breathing. “You can move,” he whispers.

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Eyes on his, I ease out then thrust, pausing when he clenches his teeth. He nods and I try again, slower this time, but tears swim in his eyes, and I feel like my heart is splintering.

“Keep going, Aiden,” he says firmly. “I just need to adjust.”

“But—”

“We’re switching places if you don’t,” he threatens, and it makes me snort.