“I’m sorry I dragged you into this whole mess. Rad, my family, the Soldiers…”
“Juniper, when I told you I’d stay by your side through it all, I meant it. You’re mine. Mine for life. My mate.”
I cuddle closer and brush a kiss to his shoulder. “I am. Forever yours. But after all the fighting’s done, we’re riding up to Alaska on your bike, then taking the Pan-American highway all the way to Fin del Mundo.”
“Fuck,” he laughs. “Are you sure the rest of the pack will be cool with that? Saints, imagine Ian in thejungle.”
I snicker. I hadn’t even thought about the rest of the pack coming with us, but of course they would, even if they hated every moment of it. Ian would be bound to hate it. My arrogant alpha is many things, but an adventurer he is not.
“We’ll figure it out,” I promise. “We have so many happy years ahead of us.”
* * *
We reachfor each other again in the night, kissing and touching until he’s hard and my thighs are slick, and we fit together the way we did the first time we went back to his dorm room.
I kneel over him, taking the pierced head of his cock between my lips, moaning as the steel ring slides over my tongue.
“Fucking hell, princess,” he swears. “You feel too fucking good, and I know you’ll taste even better.”
He sinks his tongue between my folds, trailing his touch from my cunt to my clit, dragging his tongue piercing over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I moan around his thick length and his hips jerk, sliding deeper into my mouth.
He thrusts two fingers into my cunt, hooks them and massages my inner walls until I’m rocking into his touch and shaking.
“You’re coming twice before I do, and then you’re coming again,” he growls, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
He laves his tongue against my clit, and saints, that piercing. That fuckingpiercing. I whimper—and then I wail, his cock popping from my mouth as I scream out my pleasure.
He doesn’t relent, pressing his fingers against my front wall and his knuckles against my estrus gland, thrusting as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and flicks his tongue against it, that wicked piece of metal heightening each stroke of his tongue.
I shatter, slick gushing from my cunt as my orgasm quakes through me, but still he moves his fingers inside me and his tongue against my clit.
“Please, please. I need you,” I beg. “I’ll give you a million blow jobs some other time, but fuck, I need you. Mate. Mine. Please.”
“Fuck, Juniper,” he breathes. “Yes, fuck yes.”
“Yes ‘a million blow jobs’ or…”
“Yes, princess, ride me before I fucking explode.”
“Oh, my sexy alpha, isn’t that the point?” I tease, sinking down on his hard cock, shivering as he fills me.
I asked him the same question the very first time we were together, right before he blew my mind.
Tonight, I’m going to blow his.
I move over him slowly, sinking down the length of him with each long stroke. The ladder of barbells on the underside of his cock rub against my back wall, and I whine. Fuck, this alpha was made for pleasure.
And he’s mine. All mine.
We move together in the dim light of my nest, his cock slipping out until just the tip is inside me and then plunging back into me.
I run my hands up my body until I’m cupping my breasts, spurred on by the dark look of desire in my mate’s eyes. I pinch and tease my nipples, then rise up on his length before sinking down on it. Every roll of my nipples between my fingers makes my cunt squeeze, and when I clasp around him, desire sizzling through me, Luca lets out a sharp hiss of pleasure.
He slips his hand between us, two fingers stroking over my clit, and I throw my head back as I move over him, letting him guide me with one firm hand at my hip. My movements are smaller, but each rock rubs those piercings inside of me, and I feel my pleasure wind tighter and tighter, coiling like a spring.
I let out a keening cry, overwhelmed by the sensation, my fingers at my nipples, his at my clit, his thick cock working inside me in short, deep strokes.
