Page 285 of Alpha Mates

“Ngh—uhh—Goddess, please …” he sobs, as I swallow around him until he starts shaking for me again. “Aiden … please!”

I love how he begs me. I love how he acts like this is all my doing, but his hand’s still moving. He’s still thrusting what’s left into my mouth. He’s fucking his ass. He’s fucking my throat. He’s losing it.

And I can taste it—can fucking taste it, and I want it.

I growl, reaching up to dig my fingers into his ass, and Julian comes. He fills my mouth again, and I’m just as grateful for it this time as I suck him through it, swallowing around him. His hips jerk forward, punching deeper while his wail fills the entire apartment.

When he’s done, he slips his fingers free and droops onto the bed, letting both arms fall limp at his sides. I pant on the bed, breathless and delirious with arousal, not ready to move, not ready to stop.

He’s stretched and ready, limp and … so fucking sensitive.

My eyes linger on Julian’s half-hard cock. It lies between his closed thighs, with his balls and wet hole, and Goddess didn’t make me strong enough for this.

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

I slide a finger over the tip, applying just enough pressure to make him cry out before he bounds up the bed, trying to escape me. Instincts flare, marking him as prey, and I give in to the chase.

“N-no,” he stutters, trembling with aftershocks. “A-Aiden, please.”

“Tell me to stop,” I say, already kissing my way up his spine. I reach his mark and suck hard enough to make him cry out again.

I grab the lube, slicking myself up before I turn him on his back and tuck my hips beneath his.

“Aiden,”he whines instead, but one of his legs curls around me like instinct.

“Don’t want me to?” I ask as I dip my hips lower, bring my cock to his entrance. We share a wrecked moan as Julian pants beneath me. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”

I thrust in before he can answer. Julian’s eyes bulge and he arches from the bed as he takes me.

How does he feel better every time? How is he so tight and warm, and how does he fit me so right?

“No?” I pant, already leaking inside of him.

He doesn’t answer, he’s barely even looking at me. Between each rushed breath, he moans from the cock filling him.

“Fine,” I say, pulling out slowly, dragging every inch from his body.

His hole clenches, gaping just a little before it tightens. I feel my jaw clench.

“I …” he pants as his watery eyes try to find mine.

“Are you sure?” I ask—then slam back into him.

He gasps, sucking in a desperate breath as his wide eyes snag on mine, catching the smile that spreads across my lips. He can’t breathe, and neither can I. My cock jerks inside of him, aching to thrust home and not to stop, but I force myself to stay perfectly still instead.

I need him to beg for it.

He shifts his hips, silently seeking more, but no. Not until I get the words. So I pull out again. Leaving him empty.

“In,” he manages with rosy cheeks. “Put … it … in.”

“Stroke yourself.”

His eyes fill and he shakes his head. He releases a soft cry that I claim as mine as I lick over the seam of his lips.

We kiss lazily, and I almost forget what I asked for until I feel the brush of knuckles between us. I glance down and my balls tighten as I watch Julian take himself in hand with a sharp whine.

“Goddess,” I groan before I thrust back into him. I’m not slow this time. I fuck him hard and fast, like we both want.