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He groans, tossing his head back. “That’s so fucking sexy. I love that you’re jealous.”

I curl my lip at the thought of another man taking him like this. Another man pleasing him. Another man making him spill all those delicious sounds. Another man making him come.

Another man looking up at Leo while my mate looks like a fucking God.

Absolutely not.

I wrap a hand around his cock so tight, so hard, the crown turns a purplish shade. Come seeps from the slit, finding a place on my thumb, and Leo’s seductive body cranes towards me, his face pinched in complete confusion and lust.

Oh.

I really do love all his expressions.

“Alaska!” He slaps my chest, his fingers digging into the muscle. “Oh, fuck. That hurts. That hurts!”

“So does picturing you with another man,” I growl, slipping my claw into his slit, which makes him shudder.

“No one else has ever had me,” he gasps, wrapping his fingers around my wrist to get me to let go. “Only you. You’re the only one.”

I release his cock, and he grunts out a long moan, a thick droplet of come plopping onto my lower stomach.

Again, I swipe my finger through the delicious honey. I’ve become greedy when it comes to his taste. I suck it into my mouth, not wanting it to go to waste. I like knowing his flavor is in my system, his scent; all paranormals will know who I belong to.

There’s something very intimate about that.

“Good fucking boy. You better always remember that. Only me. Ever.” I slap his thigh, urging him to fuck me again, wanting him to use me to get himself off.

He doesn’t move.

“This okay?” I ask through gritted fangs, wanting to check in on him.

He curls over me, his lips locking with mine, our tongues once again messily sliding across one another.

I love our wet, messy kisses.

I cup the back of his head, pulling him against me harder, moving our mouths together in synchrony. Leo moves, rocking back and forth on my cock again. I pour a moan down his throat, hoping his heart and soul can sense how good he makes me feel.

He breaks away, and I follow him until I can’t reach him anymore. He sits atop me, grinding onto my cock, finding the perfect pace, the perfect movement. As he gains confidence, he rolls his hips faster, leaning over me to grab the broken headboard.

“Fuck! Alaska, oh my god, you feel so fucking good. Your cock is perfect. Love how you stretch me. Love how deep you get. You fill me. I want your come. Give me your come.” He sounds needy and out of control, his words bordering on a slight whine, begging me to release inside him.

It must be the heat. I hope it isn’t. I hope it’s him wanting me so much, he wants to scream.

“Come on,” I urge him on, gripping his hips, settling my thumbs in those carved-out grooves I love so much.

I love him.

Everything about him.

I can never lose Leo. He’s too much a part of me now. He’s my heartbeat. My happiness. My reason to keep breathing.

The bond vibrates, a returning answer to my thoughts. He feels how much I love him.

“I’m going to come. Fuck, Alaska, you’re going to make me come.” He leans back, rolling his hips a few more times, his cock swaying in the air.

Come sprays my stomach and chest, one stream even hitting under my chin.

A dangerous low growl has me worried for a second that I’m going to hurt him with how hard my orgasm hits me. I press my hips up, holding him down on me while I give him everything I fucking have.