Page 167 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

Seth spilled a litany of curses and pleas as his fingers curled in my hair and yanked my head down on him, fucking my throat while I stretched his hole harder and faster. He was all ready for me, ready for the things I wanted to do to him, clean and lubed and willing. His hole was slick and warm when I thrust my second finger inside him, stretching him suddenly and making his dick stiffen abruptly inside my mouth.

“Fuck. I’m close,” he said, voice small and clipped like he was holding on to every shred of control he had left in him.

It wasn’t much.

His dick throbbed suddenly, and his hole clenched hard around my fingers, letting me thrust my hand toward him once or twice before the sweet flavor of his cum exploded inside my mouth.

I sucked him hard, taking every drop he could give me as cum filled my mouth and throat. I swallowed it all, not letting a single drop escape me, and sucked him slowly while my fingers held still inside him, feeling the tension ripple through us both and dissipate incrementally in the moments that followed.

Seth shuddered with sensitivity as I slowly pulled my head up. His dick sprang and leaped with tension as I pulled my fingers out of him.

Later, we would lie by the fireplace, Seth on his back, legs wrapped around my waist, eyes holding my gaze, lips parted in a silent plea, as I fucked him slowly to the music of the crackling fire. Later, we would roll in the bed, testing how much it could take before breaking. Later, we would tie each other, blindfold each other, and teach each other to feel everything we could give one another with only our fingertips. Later, I would kiss the length of his body without missing a spot. I would massage him with scented oil and finger him while his hands were tied to the bedpost, making him come without touching his aching cock.

But that was later.

Now, I licked my lips and watched the exhausted, blissful expression on his flushed face. And when he gazed into my eyes with all the softness and warmth a human could hold in such a look, I dared to hope he loved me, too.

I shivered with lust for him. I burned with love I didn’t know where to put. I feared it, too. Not the fact that I loved him, but the intensity of it. I feared for him. Everything scared me now. The cold air descending onto us in bursts frightened me because Seth was exposed to it.

He needed to be protected because he was too precious for this wicked world.

“Your turn,” he said.

I cracked a smile, forced as it was, and shook my head. “Later. We have days, Seth.”

“And nights,” he added seductively.

“Enjoy the moment,” I said, pulling him into the center of the tub and into my arms.

I hugged him there, kissing him softly, kissing his chin, his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids. It wouldn’t be enough. A year and a half would never make up for the life we didn’t dare ask for.

And I didn’t dare ask for it because I would have to tell him. I’d have to tell him everything. And when I did, it would kill something in him. And I didn’t think I would ever have the courage to do that.

I was a coward. I didn’t deserve to love him. Even this was borrowed time, so I should be grateful to have it instead of moaning about not having the rest of our lives.

Seth kissed me back. He kissed my neck, easily finding the right spot that made me tremble. His hand traveled along my body until his palm rested against my hard cock, applying just enough pressure to drive me mad with lust, to make me see a red vignette around the winter scene.

“Come,” he said, tugging me toward the edge of the tub.

“It takes a bit more work than that,” I said.

He laughed and shook his head scoldingly. “I’ll show you the work,” he said. “Come inside with me.”

So I did. We got out of the tub, bodies steaming hot, barely feeling the chill, and stepped into the warm interior of the log cabin. Seth walked before me, naked and seductive, moving softly along the wooden floor to the bathroom, where he picked up big, soft towels. “Take off your shorts. You’re dripping everywhere.”

“Yeah, that’s the reason you want me to undress,” I said in my cockiest voice and took the towel from him. I tossed my shorts onto the tiled bathroom floor, then dried my body while watching Seth do the same.

We moved into the living room, still a little damp, skin red and raw. I fed a few dry logs to the fire, then sat on the sofa and pulled Seth’s naked body into my arms, rolling back and lying down with him on top of me while the snow piled on the windowsills.

I could spend eternity here, I thought. I could be here forever, lying beneath Seth, dragging my fingers lazily along his bare back, watching the fire burn in the hearth, and feeling his heartbeat against mine.

He knew that this wasn’t a simple arrangement, didn’t he? He knew this was more precious than a hookup could ever be.

The words didn’t need saying. Speaking them aloud would just complicate something beautiful. So I held them back again. Perhaps, in the car, I had imagined telling him the truth here. But the truth was more complicated than either of us would have liked. And the fact that I had stolen him from his family and taken him deep into the uncharted territory wasn’t the best thing to do with complicated truths.

So I kept my mouth shut and loved him quietly.

Chapter Fourteen