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I glance down, noticing my fingers are lying in the valleys that lead to his impressive, long cock. Never in my life did I think I’d want this, but now that I’m here, I’ve never wanted anything more.

“I’m losing control, Honeybee. The rut, your heat, it’s all too much. I’m doing my best to be gentle with you. Your body is too fucking much. Fuck!” My chest heaves as my vision becomes redder.

He clutches the back of my head and bites my bottom lip. “Fuck me already, then.”

I dip my head, closing my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. I can’t move. I’m too close. I lift up, gripping the headboard with one hand, needing the additional support. The wood creaks, a long crack spreading across the headboard, and I don’t even care.

I’ll break every piece of furniture in this house if it means fucking him.

I lick the sweat from my top lip, pressing into him further, and this time I don’t stop. I don’t allow us time to breathe.

“Fuck, Beloved. Oh, god. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant.

“Alaska,” he whimpers my name, arching his back, and I can’t help myself; I swoop down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth. “Oh, god. Oh my god, holy fuck,” he rambles.

I sniff the air as the space between us becomes wetter. His heat is getting stronger, and the sweetness in the honey trapped within his blood becomes even sweeter. My mouth waters, my fangs throb, my eyes zero in on his throat.

“You’re doing so well, Beloved. What a good boy, taking my big cock. Look at how pretty you are. So fucking beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight. Breathe for me. Breathe,” I remind him, pushing forward even more.

I need to breathe. I’m about to faint from how amazing he feels, squeezing me, already trying to milk the come from my heavy sack.

He releases a long breath, his hole relaxing around me, and my vision blurs. My claws dig into his chest, and I leave five red scratch marks across his perfect golden skin.

Leo looks so pretty, marked by me.

And it still isn’t enough.

I’m losing it. I’m slipping. My sanity can’t last. My orgasm is already throbbing in my shaft. Fuck, I’m ruining it. I’m ruining our first time.

“I can’t,” I choke. “I can’t fucking wait. You were made to take my cock. Look how much you’re stretched. What a good fucking boy. I’m so close already. Fuck. Don’t move. Don’t,” I beg of him. “Fuck! I have to pull out. I can’t. I need a minute. Holy shit, I can’t fucking think when I’m inside you. You⁠—”

My mate’s hands grab each cheek, hauling me forward, and I slam to the hilt.

Leo shouts, his emotions mixed with pain and pleasure.

I erupt.

My orgasm spills inside him, pouring stream after stream into his hole, one step closer to claiming the soul who is rightfully mine. He was made for me. Somehow, some way, Fate created him and thought of me.

Two more steps and this man is fucking mine for all eternity. All rationale leaves me. I move so fast he can’t see me as I strike his neck, the spot I’ve been eyeing ever since he came into my life. His flesh gives way like butter, smooth and effortless. His blood pours over my tongue, that delicious honey-like syrup coating my taste buds.

Helios cries out, his blood becoming even sweeter as his own orgasm rushes through him. His come splashes onto my chest and stomach; every twitch of his cock is in tune with every drag I take from his delicate throat.

“Alaska! Yes, fuck!” he moans, cupping the back of my head to pull me harder against him. “Drink every fucking drop. It’s yours anyway. I’m yours.”

Hearing him say the words is like pouring gasoline on a blazing wildfire. Not removing my fangs, I lift his right leg and wrap it around my waist, somehow sinking deeper into him.

“Jesus Christ, there’s no way this feels so good. Don’t fucking stop.”

The only way I’d stop is if that hunter pierced me with another arrow. We’ve come too far to stop now. He’s all mine.

As I drink, I become sloppy, his blood spilling across the pillow, dripping down his neck, smearing across my lips. I lap at my bite, gathering every bead I can. I rear back, wanting him to see the monster he is stuck with for the rest of forever.

“Look at you.” His hands rub up my abs and chest. He’s admiring me by how he smells. He…likes what he sees. “I’ve never seen someone so fucking breathtaking,” he admits.

I bite into my wrist without breaking eye contact and shove it over his mouth. “Drink,” I order, unable to think of anything else until I feel the bond finally snap into place.

He listens so well.