Page 393 of Alpha Mates

Julian leans over, sliding a hand over Peter’s. “Would I ever lead you wrong?” he asks quietly, his voice the calm thing that always breaks through to Peter when he gets like this.

“N-no,” he answers quietly.

“Then trust me,” Julian says, rubbing his shoulder gently.

Peter nods before he begins eating, and I smile at Julian when he glances at me. The two of them were very similar in many ways, and I guess that’s why he was able to help him in so many situations.

We eat while chattering, the table its usual cacophony of noise until all the food is done and the kids are pushing to their feet.

“Damon,” I say before he can escape, “you’re on cleanup today.”

“What? Why me?!” he protests while the twins run off.

“Because he said so,” Julian says, because he knows the reason.

Peter helped cook, and Levi was on cleanup this morning after breakfast, which meant it was his turn.

“Child Labour is real,” he whines instead, making Levi laugh as he starts gathering some of the plates.

“I’ll help you,” he offers and just like that, Damon’s back to grinning as he immediately starts cleaning up and races after his brother into the kitchen.

“Peter, do you mind watching the twins?” Julian asks, and Peter quietly shakes his head before he follows the twins into their playroom.

It’s just us left and Julian and I only need to share a glance before we’re racing up the stairs in a hurry.

“You’re taking them hunting, so we don’t have long,” he says as he tugs me into our room. The door slams shut behind me, and I barely manage to lock it before his lips find me.

We share a wrecked moan as we crash together, bodies warming with lust. Julian drapes his arms over my shoulders as sparks erupt between us, stronger than ever. Groaning, I grind against him and he chuckles.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” Julian teases, smirking as I hoist him up and carry him to our bed. “Was last night not enough? Or this morning?”

“It wasn’t,” I admit, growling as I lay him down before sitting up to tug off my shirt. He gets his pants and I’m just starting to work on mine when he tugs my underwear down and pulls my cock out.

“Let me see what I can do to fix that,” he groans before taking me into his mouth. I hiss, then moan as I stumble into him, driving deeper into that wet mouth.

Julian hums as he drags his tongue up and around my tip, licking languidly before he wraps his lips around me again and swallows me down.

“Oh fuck,” I groan when he slides a wet finger into my ass. It slips in easily after all we’d done this morning, and I fall into him as my body gives. “Hurry!”

I’m leaking in of his mouth, and I’ll come if he’s not careful.

“So impatient,” he growls, pulling off to suck two fingers into his mouth before driving them into me. I almost fall, clinging to his shoulders, spreading my legs for more.

“Fuck!” I groan as Julian fingers me, stretching me quickly before he shoves me onto the bed, switching places. I push up on my knees, spreading my ass while he knocks around in the bedside drawer.

Cold lube makes me jerk until Julian works it inside me, barely getting his fingers out before he slams himself into me. I moan loudly as my eyes roll to the back of my skull, and I’m already flying.

Fingers digging into the sheets, I try to catch my breath, but Julian doesn’t give me a moment to adjust as he starts thrusting into me without mercy.

“Y-yes—harder!” I groan, and he growls, shoving my head down into the sheets and mounting me from the behind.

My cock leaks between my spread legs as Julian grabs my hips and starts fucking into me. My vision blurs as pleasure floods my body with each thrust. I clench down on him, circling my hips, making him groan above me.

“Ah, fuck yes,” he moans, meeting my movements, each thrust brushing against my prostate.

“Stroke me,” I command, already so close.

Yanking me up by my hair, Julian tucks his chin over my shoulder, leaning over me to wrap his hand around my cock. He strokes once, nibbles my mark, and I see stars.