Page 89 of Alpha Mates

In what I hope is an act of mercy, he lowers himself back over me, lips trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“Aiden, I …” I swallow, but words scatter with every breath.

“Hmm?” he hums just before his mouth finds my chest, and the moment he sucks one of my nipples between his lips, my back arches from the bed.

“Ohh—fuck!” The cry tears out of me, shameless and wrecked.

My mind goes blissfully blank as his fingers tease the other, matchingevery damning flick of his tongue. His hips grind deeper, worsening the dampness in my briefs, while his free hand slides under my back, pressing me into him.

“A-Aiden!” I stutter, feeling myself racing towards the edge far too quickly. “Wait—! S-stop.”

“Stop?” He draws back just far enough to study me with burning red eyes that make my balls tighten. “You want me to stop? Look at yourself, Julian.”

Reluctantly, I glance down—at my legs wrapped around his waist, at my vice-like grip around his neck. I’m clinging to him, keeping him where he is. By the time our eyes meet again, my cheeks are burning, and somehow, I’m even harder.

“Stop,” he mocks, rolling his hips with brutal precision. He groans his pleasure. “I’ll stop if you really want me to, but I don’t think you do, Jewels.”

“Aiden,” I beg, even as my legs part just enough to let him grind closer. He takes the invitation and drives his cock ruthlessly against mine, grinding me into the bed. My head falls back, “Goddess! I-I can’t—I’ll—”

“What?” he whispers, lowering his mouth to the nipple pinched between his fingers and sucking hard.

“Aiden,” I whine. I feel like an open nerve that Aiden won’t let hide again.

“You’re sensitive here, huh?” he teases, tongue flicking.

“Please,” I plead, no longer sure if I’m asking him to stop or begging him for more.

“But we’re enjoying this so much,” he replies, and when his eyes lift to mine, there’s nothing but possessive heat in them. “Aren’t we, Jewels?”

I shudder as I try to catch my breath, but it evades me as my cock jerks relentlessly against his. I shouldn’t like them, but his words are like a hand around my shaft, and they send me barrelling towards the edge.

I’m already teetering—so close, too close—when Aiden decides to use his teeth.

“I-I … I’m—Aiden!” My voice breaks on his name as my release rips through me.

Body bound tight, I strain beneath my mate before the pleasure finally takes me under, and Icome. My nails dig into Aiden’s skin as my orgasm wracks me in endless waves while Aiden keeps thrusting his cock against mine.

I can’t breathe—can barely see. All I know is the pleasure that makes my body tremble all over. Mouth agape, I ride out my high until my body goes limp, leaving only the aftershocks and the weight of my mate atop me.

“Jewels,” Aiden groans like it’s a curse as he kisses up my neck to my ear, eliciting another full-body shiver from me. “Did you just come?”

“I … ah … hagh …” My attempt at speech is incoherent mush as his tongue passes over that spot behind my ear, and my cock twitches in response.

Aiden hums as he finds his way back to my lips for another kiss—this one is devastatingly tender. It makes me whimper like a lost pup in his arms.

His lips spread wide against mine before he pecks me gently, and whispers against them, “Next time, open up.”

Chapter 17

Aiden

Pushing the old library doors open, I scan the room before leaving Emitt to man the exit. With him in position, I let my nose lead the way through the stacks to where the scent of lemons overwhelms the aged paper.

My steps are soundless as I head down the centre aisle, glancing left and right as I pass the rows of texts. I find my target seated on the floor of the very last row with a book in his lap, long blonde hair strewn over his shoulders. I’m allowed just that—a fleeting glimpse of my mate reading—before his head snaps up and big blue eyes lock on me.

“Julian—” I start, but he’s already on his feet and heading out the other side of the aisle. Damn it. “I just want to talk!”

“Can’t. Busy,” he declares while he runs—literally,runs—away from me, making a beeline for the door.