He takes me into his mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing down until he’s flush at the base. A broken moan tears from my throat. “Oh fuck, alpha.”
His growl vibrates through me, pure pleasure shooting up my spine. I whimper when one hand slides to my ass, his finger tracing my crease, asking permission, not taking. I spread my legs without hesitation, offering myself up, slick already coating me. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing two fingers inside.
Guess we aren’t drawing this out today. I am more than okay with that.
I ride his fingers and fuck his mouth, utterly incapable of gentleness. Aksel looks wrecked in the best way as he worships my cock, eyes blown wide and unfocused. Drool slips from his swollen lips, glossy and obscene where they’re stretched around me. His cheeks are flushed, his blond hair a complete mess, and my chest clenches at how perfect he looks like this.
My orgasm builds fast, inevitable. I don’t even try to stop it. I whimper and whine, a broken sound torn from me as sensation overwhelms thought. He knows exactly what he’s doing as he adds another finger and presses just right against my prostate. The world around me detonates.
A long, low groan rips out of me as I come apart. My body shakes violently, my grip on his hair brutal, probably painful. Aksel doesn’t seem to care. He shuts his eyes and keeps nursing me through it, reverent even as I soften in his mouth.
When I become too sensitive for him to continue, I haul him up by the shoulders and take his wrist, bringing his slick-covered palm to my mouth. I lick him clean slowly, deliberately, my tongue gentle and thorough.
His eyes flash, sharp with lust, and my cock twitches like itwants another round. I laugh quietly and pull him toward the bed instead, pushing him down and crawling over him until we’re chest to chest, limbs tangled, both of us breathing hard.
We stay like that for a while, quiet and boneless, basking in my hazy afterglow. I trace lazy circles over his chest, tease one nipple and then the other while his fingers comb through my hair.
“That was…” I trail off, words failing me.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice thick and sleepy, his jaw cracking with a yawn. “It really was.”
Exhaustion finally claims me. My eyes slide shut as I tuck my face into his neck, breathing him in, letting his scent settle me completely.
“We’re gonna win a million dollars,” I murmur.
His hand keeps stroking my hair, steady and sure, and I feel him nod. I fall asleep smiling.
All things considered, this might be the best week of my life.
Chapter Thirty-four
Aksel
“Is there still tension between you and Hale? I remember sensing something was off last time we spoke.”
“Nope,” he says easily. “We’re perfect. Better than we’ve ever been.”
“Really?” she presses, looking for a story. “Hale looked pretty shaken when he left the convention area the other day. You’re telling me that everything was fixed in just afew days?”
Aksel’s smile widens a fraction, practiced and bright. His eyes gleam under the bright lights. “As I said, everything is great. We’re focused on getting through the finale and excited about what comes next.”
Chapter Thirty-five
I’m your host, Ewan McManus. Welcome to Tattoo Spectacle.
This is it.
We started with fifty tattoo artists. Fifty egos. Fifty dreams. Fifty people who were absolutely sure this would end differently for them. Weeks later, we’re down to four. Every line, every choice, every mistake has led us here.
Tonight, there are no second chances. No safety nets. No hiding behind tricks or excuses. This is the last tattoo. The biggest canvas. The most pressure any of you have faced so far in this competition.
One ofyou will walk away with one million dollars and all the glory that comes with it. The other three will walk away with respect and a lifetime of talking about how close you came.
This is tattooing at its most brutal, most beautiful… and most permanent.
This… is the finale.
Let’s see who leaves their mark.
