Page 108 of Sugar Rush
For just a moment, my nerves ramped up to a high panic state as I sucked and licked that fragrant little spot, like I was prepping it for my teeth. But the feeling of his body writhing against mine, his still-hard dick rubbing against my slippery abs, grounded me back down to the earth. I didn’t know if I should warn him before I bit down, but my throat suddenly felt so raw and hot that I didn’t think I could, anyway.
My canines pierced his skin with almost no resistance, like a heated knife stabbed into butter. But the moment his bloodrushed up from the wound, mixing with the saliva I’d dripped onto him, every cell in both our bodies went haywire.
He let out a choked, strangled moan before crying out my name. An orgasm slammed into me, my balls drawing up so tight to my body it was almost painful. His ass clenched and pulsed, squeezing my cock like a fist, and I felt more of his cum shoot out between our bodies as he squirmed in my lap. I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking and thrusting into him, using his tight little channel to milk my cock, throwing me up into new heights of pleasure.
I felt overwhelmed, but exalted. Like I’d been purified by his blood on my tongue and his cum on my stomach. He was a divine being, something other mortals would never truly know and understand, even as they worshiped him from afar. But out of everyone else on Earth, I’d somehow been chosen as his equal.
But then I remembered thegodthat I was imagining on an altar was a spoiled brat who liked to hide my truck keys to keep me from leaving the house and left wet towels on the bathroom floor when he was in a hurry.
But he wasmyspoiled brat now. Officially. Mind, body, and soul, every part of him belonged to me, and every part of me belonged to him.
My knot throbbed relentlessly, shooting out jet after jet of my cum, bathing his inner walls. Each new wave was more intense than the last, until my eyes were rolling back and my toes were curling. Jordy let out hoarse little moans, pecking frantic kisses on my neck and jaw and temple, murmuring about how much he adored me, what an amazing alpha I was, and how perfectly my knot filled him up.
Some time passed while my mind swam with erotic thoughts of him and our future together, my body buzzing with so much sensation I could hardly stand it, my arms wrapped around andholding him to me so tightly I imagined that if someone walked in they wouldn’t know where his body ended and mine started.
When my knot finally started to deflate, the mind-numbing pleasure tapering down to a point I could actually collect my thoughts, I realized he was totally limp in my arms. Probably exhausted. My bite on his neck was fresh and bright and made my heart flutter with happiness, but it was still bleeding a little. I’d made sure to lick it thoroughly, so much it probably felt raw and numb for him, but it hadn’t fully healed over yet, which I was pretty sure was odd.
Carefully shifting him in my lap so I could lean him back and look into his face, he stared up at me with hooded eyes, like he couldn’t keep his eyelids up.
“Jordy? Are you okay, Angel?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing together. He looked satisfied and sleepy, and in a way I felt a tinge of pride for having put him in that state, but at the same time something felt… off.
“I’m okay,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. “I’m just kinda thirsty. And maybe a tiny bit dizzy.”
“Thirsty?” I repeated, but the barely-there slur in his voice alerted me. I’d only seen it happen once or twice ever, and he’d been a lot younger then, but I remembered the times he’d missed a dose of insulin, or his blood sugar had spiked up for whatever reason. “When’s the last time you had an insulin shot?”
“I took one this morning, but we didn’t get a chance to eat lunch yet. And we’ve been here awhile,” he added.
Goddamn it. I should have considered that, but so much had happened since we’d arrived, it hadn’t even occurred to me. Not only was he late taking his mid-day shot and eating lunch, but with the stress of everything that had happened… The adrenaline from Andrew’s attack had probably ramped up his blood sugar. And that would explain why his mate mark wasn’t healing up right either. I ran my tongue over it one more timeto lap up the new crimson droplets, and he shivered and sighed. Maybe it wasn’t numb after all.
“Do you have your insulin with you?”
“It’s in the truck, in my overnight bag.”
“Okay,” I answered, relieved. “We’ll get it. I’ll get you taken care of, Angel. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried,” he informed me lightly. “I know you’ll take care of me, Kieran. You’re my mate.”
The way he said it was full of affection and happiness, but there was also that self-satisfied little twinge ofI told you so. Well, I deserved that, anyway. I could let him have his little moment of smug superiority. Since I’d fought him every step of the fucking way.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, gingerly lifting him off me. He gave a light whimper as I pulled out, all the seed from my knot and before that rushing out from his hot little body. “I know. You were right about everything.”
I didn’t miss his sleepy little smirk as I carefully set him up against a shelf and rose to my feet. He looked more beautiful than ever to me, which I would never have thought possible until now. But I knew the dreamy, honeymoon-like perception of each other was normal after completing a mating ritual.
“Exactly. So when are you going to start actually listening to me?” He wondered, as I scoured the shelves for something I could use to clean us up.
“Today,” I promised, as I found a pack of baby wipes next to a bunch of paint supplies.
He scoffed as I wiped various bodily fluids off myself, and then knelt down to do it to him. I would have preferred a different kind of cleanup, if we’d been lounging in a comfy hotel bed like I’d originally planned. But like I’d been assured by Barbie, my mate bond with Jordy had brought an odd sense of calm and acceptance along with it, and I wasn’t despairing howit had happened anymore. The only thing keeping me on edge at the moment was getting his glucose levels under control, though I could tell we weren’t in a state of emergency yet. Once I could grab his little travel cooler out of the truck, he’d be totally fine.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he teased. Raising my eyebrow, I gripped his chin and pressed a hard kiss to his pretty mouth before pulling my clothes back on.
Once I’d helped him back into his, I carefully lifted him up, one arm supporting his back, and the other supporting him by the back of his knees. He was small and light, but it was the most precious weight I’d ever carried in my arms. He let out a soft little sigh, wriggling into a more comfortable position in my grip, nuzzling his cheek into my chest as I exited the closet and tossed the wipes into the trash can in the conference room. We weren’t exactlycleanbut at least we probably wouldn’t reek of cum until we could get showers.
As we made our way out of that room too, I considered what could have happened while we’d been mating. Andrew was probably already gone, being tended to by medical personnel, but what about his mom? And the police? Well, all of those explanations could wait until I got Jordy’s meds into him and maybe some food. I wasn’t worried about anything but him.
But as we approached the scene, where there were a few people milling around, I froze in my tracks and almost choked, nearly fumbling Jordy onto the floor as my muscles seized.
KIERAN
