Page 169 of Alphas Like Us

“No. I heard you.” He devours me whole. “Your newest one is myfavorite.”

I love that he loves the pirate wolf. “Before I got that one, what was yourfavorite?”

Maximoff already has the contextual meaning and significance to my tattoos. He asked me about them, back when we first started dating. It’s not a long story or some heart-achingthing.

As a kid, I was obsessed with pirates the same way that a child who grows up in a butterfly-decorated room loves butterflies. Only I didn’t have a themedbedroom.

On my desk, I had a framed photograph from Halloween where I wore a pirate costume. I was two-years-old. And my mom was holding me in herarms.

Inked on my fingers,k.n.o.t t.a.me.is a just a play on sailing knots and also being untamed. It’s not that deep. And all the skulls, pirates, daggers, sparrows, compasses, and ships are just things I loved from childhood to teenage adolescence toadulthood.

I watch his gaze roam my body with affectionate, wanting strokes. His breath shallows, and my muscles contract. I take a hand off the wet stone and glide my fingers through his brown hair, pushing the wet strandsback.

He says, “I figure my favorites have to be the ones I think about the most.” His mouth is hot against the inside of my thigh, lips trailing over the outline of an inked treasurechest.

My blood cranks. “Which one do you always thinkabout?”

Chimes sound loudly, the noise hasn’t ended, but for some reason, this one pulls hisgaze.

I take my hand off his head and rub my rousing dick—that captures his attention. He’s back on me, his breath shallow, and he pries my handoff.

Heputsmy hand on the back of his head. And he also takes my shaft in his fist. My muscles contract.Fuck.

Fuck.His aggression stirs the blood in my veins. I’m not surprised that Maximoff knows what hewants.

I push his hair back again. “Answer me before you blowme.”

He tugs at my length. “Who said I’m about to suck youoff?”

“Your eyes,” I quip, my breath knotted in my lungs. I cup the back of his head tighter. “Maximoff—”

“The wings on your neck,” he answers. “The swords on your throat. The red sparrows on your collar that fly between the masts of the ships. And the skull pirate on your ribs. Those ones I think about, all the damn time.” He lowers his mouth to my hardening cock. Taking me between his lips—fuckyes.

Pressure squeezes around me, and my muscles ignite on fucking fire. Skin blazing from more than the sun. His head bobs with the up-and-down movement of hismouth.

“Fuck,” I grunt. My feet flex in the poolwater.

I could look at the breathtaking landscape. I could look at the blue horizon and the clearest sky and the majestic views, but I can’t look away from him. From his forest-greens that tunnel into me with love and sex and soul-deep need anddesire.

“Maximoff,” Igroan.

His biceps flex as he readjusts his support on my thighs. I sit up more, staring down at him—which he’s not the biggest fan of. He glares and tightens his hand around the base of my shaft.Fuck.He pushes mychest.

I lean back, my elbow on wet stone. My veins throb, and with my hand on his head, I feel him go up and down, up and down—the friction feels fuckingincredible.

I grit down, arousal skyrocketing. I apply pressure on the back of his head, pushing his mouth further down. My cock hits the back of his throat—fuckingfuuuck.

I pulse and just come.Hard.

A groan scrapes my throat, lips closed as I clench my teeth.Fuck.My head almost lolls back, my heartbeat shoved in myesophagus.

Maximoff swallows my cum, and stroking me two last times with his hand, he pulls himself out of the water with absolute ease. And he stands over me, feet on either side of mythighs.

I look up. Water drips down his sculpted swimmer’s build, and his cock is in line with my mouth.Damn.My chest caves in a raggedbreath.

I clutch his ass before he tries to put my handthere.

“No teasing,” he commands. “Just take me in yourmouth.”