Page 33 of Alpha Mates

I swallow hard as Julian lets out a shaky exhale, and we both struggle for our next breath.

His heart pounds against my chest and his eyes grow hazy, clouding with the same insanity that urges me on. I listen to it, listen to the lust in his eyes as I drag his wrists higher until I’ve pinned them above his head. I keep them there with one hand, and let the other fall to his hip. I grip them both tightly as I press him into the cool metal at his back.

His head falls back with a soft thud, a full-body shudder racing through him, and echoing straight through me. Julian stares at me through slitted eyes, holding my gaze as he waits for what I’ll do next.

… Holy fuck.

It’s the mate bond and the effect of being too close for too long. Even knowing that, I can’t stop. I’m sure I could if I tried hard enough, but the horrible truth is, I don’t want to.

Giving in, I bury my nose in the crook of Julian’s lean neck, the scent that’s been taunting me since last night flooding my senses. I inhale him deeply, stifling a groan as I crowd him against the fridge until every inch ofhis body is covered by some part of mine.

“Stop,” Julian begs in a breathless whisper that makes me pull back just enough to meet his eyes.

They’re still dazed, and he still doesn’t try to make me move.

“Aiden,” he warns—and fuck, when did my name start sounding like that from his lips?

My lips tilt up as I study his. “Say please.”

That pops the bubble.

“Absolutely not,” he snaps, pride making a fleeting appearance. It sputters out as his gaze drops to watch the way his legs spread for me as I slip my thigh between them. That lost look returns almost instantly, and I need more.

“Just l-let me go.” The stuttering is back, and I’m a fucking sucker for it.

“Last chance, Jewels.” I whisper as I drag my gaze from his flushed cheeks, searching for any sign I’m reading this wrong, because the last thing I want to do is fuck this up again—whatever the fuck this is. His eyes hold pure defiance, but behind that, there’s a twinkle of something that sets me ablaze.

“No.” He tries to sound confident, but I won’t forget the slight tremor that runs along that single word any time soon.

I return to the crook of his neck, but instead of just breathing him in, I let my tongue flick across the plane of his smooth skin.

“Ngh!” Julian moans, and I freeze.

I pull back, not quite believing my ears, but I have to when he blinks back at me with a perfect mirror of my shock.

That little moan … that needy little sound … is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. No, that’sdefinitelythe sexiest sound to grace my ears, and paired with those rosy cheeks, I want nothing more than to hear it again.

“I told you to stop,” he mutters, and good Goddess, why does he almost sound shy? He looks angry too, as if I forced that moan from his lips, a thought that makes my cock buck.

“And I told you to say please.”

This time, I don’t hesitate. My tongue slides over his skin, tasting him—claiminghim. Julian strains beneath me, and my grip on his wrists tightens until he shudders against me.

“Oh Goddess,” he breathes, before he clamps his lips shut. He tries to stifle himself, to hide those sounds from me, until I bite into his flesh and rip another moan from him. “Agh!”

Julian’s loud—louder than I expected someone like him to be, but it’s definitely a welcomed discovery. Every wrecked sound riles me until the thin string of logic I’d been clinging to snaps, leaving me a man hungry withdesire.

Dropping his hands, I slip mine under his thighs, driving him up until he has no choice but to wrap his legs around my waist. Julian squeaks a little, fingers digging into my shoulders as I use my own body to keep him pinned.

I rock forward, and we both moan.

“Ugh, f-f—!” Julian doesn’t let the curse out while I mouth his skin, worshipping it with nibbles and licks that make him moan for me.

Thisis what I wanted. Those needy sounds, those breathless gasps. I hadn’t expected to get his body clinging to me, but I love it all the same because this isn’t the Julian I hate right now. This is Julian, my mate, and all I want to do is please him.

My hips start rocking on their own, slow at first, then faster, until I’m grinding my hardening cock into him. Julian melts in my arms, the friction seeming to send him over the edge as his cock thickens against my stomach.

The air shifts with the scent of our arousal and Julian’s makes me drunk. Whether or not he found the strength to say please now, I wouldn’t stop—couldn’tstop, and I doubt there’s anything in this world that can make me now that I have a taste of my mate.