Page 135 of Heart of the High King
“Fuck me.”
Those words in the gritty voice of his mate made Aleksander’s belly flop in arousal, and he wondered if he had the staying power to survive, not embarrassing himself before the main event. “I want to. Ireallywant to.”
Rafe stretched so he could reach the nightstand and he snagged the lube, which he handed to Aleksander. “Then, do it.”
Aleksander took his mouth in a searing kiss as he rolled them so Rafe was on his back. When his mate spread his legs and bent his knees, Aleksander wanted to thrust using only friction, as they’d done for several nights, but he had a greater prize waiting for him. In no rush, he continued to taste Rafe and groaned when he buried his hands in Aleksander’s hair. The heat they were stoking had Aleksander’s skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Rafe’s was much the same.
“I want to see you,” Aleksander murmured against his lips. “Can I get rid of these blankets?”
“Yeah, I don’t fucking care.”
The words were breathless, and Aleksander got to his knees to toss the sheets to the foot of their bed. His cock jerked at the beauty of Rafe splayed out underneath him. Since he was still clutching the lube in one hand like it was going to be snatched any second, Aleksander flipped off the cap and poured some out to warm it. Once he threw the bottle aside, his mate ran his hands up Aleksander’s flanks.
“I used to dream about this,” Rafe whispered, wriggling on the bedding. “I’d close my eyes and focus on what it would feel like to be fucked by you.”
“Geez, Rafe, no pressure or anything.”
“It’ll be good because it’s us.”
“You do have a point. You ready, babe?”
“Yeah, I really want to kiss you, though.”
“Oh, I think we can make that happen,” Aleksander said, lying on Rafe’s side and taking his mouth. His mate slung one leg over Aleksander’s, giving him access to his center. Gently, Aleksander rubbed the puckered skin as Rafe started cursing. “Good, yeah?”
Rafe’s response was to clutch Aleksander’s face and thrust his tongue in deep. If he could, Aleksander would chuckle at Rafe’s forceful reaction, but since he was otherwise occupied, he simply reveled in knowing he could make him feel so intensely. Buoyed by his success so far, Aleksander dared to push slightly, and he was delighted when his finger slipped inside. If Rafe’s muffled moan was anything to go by, his mate was pleased, so he kept moving it.
Aleksander liked the feel of his soft channel and marveled at the heat of him. The thought of those sensations on his cock had him leaving a smear of wetness on Rafe’s hip. Taking his time, Aleksander knew Rafe was ready for more when he shifted impatiently, so he ended their kiss, which made his other half blink heavily at him.
“What’s wrong?”
With his pupils dilated so there was no blue left—just thin slivers of silver and gold—and his cheeks flushed, Aleksander doubted he’d ever looked sexier. His lips were reddened and slightly open as he struggled to fill his lungs with air.
“Nothing, I just wanted to see you.”
“You stopped, though.”
“You ready for two?”
“Yes. Fucking yes.”
Aleksander caught sight of Rafe’s dick. It was lying flush with his stomach and leaking over his skin as Aleksander buried two fingers in his ass. With his free hand, Aleksander massaged Rafe’s neck as he tilted his head to capture his mouth yet again. Although he had no practical experience, Aleksander had educated himself thoroughly on sex, and he wanted to make it as intense as possible. Aleksander crooked his fingers and found the soft bump inside Rafe with relative ease.
Rafe pulled away and bit his lip as he pushed his ass toward Aleksander’s questing hand. Back arched, he clutched Aleksander’s arm, digging into his muscle with the force of his need. It wasn’t nearly enough to hurt and only added to Aleksander’s desire. Since Rafe’s face was turned away from him, Aleksander contented himself with tormenting his earlobe with nips and sucks.
“For fuck’s sake, get three in there already, Sander.”
“Anything you want,” Aleksander told him, carefully working the requested number into Rafe’s hole. There was more pressure on his digits, but Rafe was still moaning, cursing, and had taken to writhing on the mattress, though not enough to interfere with Aleksander’s careful strokes and massaging of his prostate.
“Your dick’s so big,” Rafe panted out. “It’s going to feel so good. So fucking good.”
Aleksander sure as hell hoped so and was glad Rafe liked his size. Unsure how big he actually was, as long as his mate was happy, he couldn’t give a shit less about the number of inches he took up on a ruler. Rafe’s nails bit into the flesh of his biceps as Aleksander sucked on his neck and bit gently. His fangs were already dropping, and he hoped to hell Rafe was okay with a dragon staking his claim, because there was no way Aleksander could fight his beast off. They’d both yearned for Rafe for too long, and the heat between them was simply too powerful to be ignored.
“Sander, come on. Come the fuck on.”
There were nerves as well as want in his belly as Aleksander pulled his fingers out of Rafe.
“Kiss me,” Aleksander demanded. Rafe reacted immediately and wrapped himself around Aleksander as their mouths met in a clash that had their teeth clinking. Holding his man tight, Aleksander strained to find the calm necessary to allow their tongues to explore and entice with the ease of two people who’d dedicated many hours to knowing exactly what each other liked. Aleksander’s tension lessened, allowing him to pull away. Rafe smiled at him and smacked around on the mattress until he located the lube, which he handed to Aleksander.
