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“No,” I answered as quickly as the syllable would roll off my tongue.

We kissed again or at least tried to. Between my sharp breaths every time he rubbed his dick over mine and how my reactions made him grin it was hard to keep my tongue inside his mouth. We gave up on kissing and both glanced down to watch our dicks rubbing against each other. He put a hand on my hip, bringing me to life. I moved in time with him, reveling in how our flesh dragged over each other. My head spun. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had a handful of partners in my life. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt so good and came so close to driving me crazy at the same time.

“Slow and steady there,” Laken laughed when I thrust too far forward, and the head of my cock poked into his stomach. “I mean you can rub it wherever you want technically but we’re working together here mate.”

Everything inside me coiled up tense and ready to cum. I told him I was close.

“Good! That’s the point,” he said, his voice lowering to an almost growl.

“You should come first,” I insisted.

“Because you’re the big badass alpha, huh?” he said, his eyes going light with mischief.

“No – maybe!”

“Now, that’s a challenge. You’re cumming first. Just so you know, and you brought it on yourself.”

“Huh?” I blinked at him.

He shifted his weight and pushed my thighs apart as he settled between them. Before I had time to ask any more questions, he dragged his warm, wet mouth over my balls and up the under side of my shaft. I scrambled for something to hold onto as the air hitched in my lungs. His gaze was the sort of evil men dreamt about – the sort that was there just to drive youcrazy and send you ripping up the sheets and blankets borrowed from some arena linen closet. Laken blew on the head of my dick, sending a cold chill shimmying down my spine. Then he licked around my tip before sliding his glorious mouth down over me. I tried to think of anything else to last longer but he was my undoing. I came in his mouth, and he swallowed down the proof of my pleasure.

I made to sit up, eager and desperate to return the favor, but he put his hand on my chest to keep me in place as he rose up onto his knees. His nostrils flared as he met my gaze and took his dick in his hand. Laken stroked himself fast and hard as I watched. It seemed his love of voyeurism didn’t end when he left the arena. I licked my lips and bucked up my hips in time with his fist, despite being flaccid now.

“You do like to watch,” he panted as he squeezed himself.

One, two, three more hard strokes and he came onto my chest and belly, marking me as his territory. He leaned on the hand resting against my chest to catch his breath as satisfaction rolled through his eyes.

“Sometimes the alpha is supposed to cum first,” he said, meeting my gaze. “How else would two alphas ever stop having sex?”

Chapter Eight

Laken

The next morning, I woke up to Sunny stretching next to me. He smelled achy and, somehow, despite two showers yesterday like the arena. Did I always smell like the arena too? I lay with my eyes half open as Sunny sat up and continued to stretch. It was a morning show I could get used to watching.

“Morning,” he grinned over his shoulder at me.

“Morning, love,” I said, wishing I had put a coffee machine in the office.

“Teddy’s bringing some. I didn’t ask. He texted.”

“Oh. You’re learning how to use that flight link, huh?”

“It’s easier with you. I want to know what you’re thinking.”

“Eh, it’ll become second nature sooner or later. At least it will in theory.”

“Teddy wants to talk about what Liam said. So much for giving us time, huh?” he rolled his eyes.

“Or does he want to make sure you two are actually okay? Most people don’t have enough best friends running around that they can lose one over a one night stand without trying to salvage things.”

“I don’t know what to say to him,” Sunny shrugged.

“The truth. It meant something. Not that you’re in love but something. I mean, all sex means something. Sometimes it’s only for a good time but that’s still something. Probably wouldn’t hurt to admit he’s right about your feelings on sex but that’s between you two. Do you have that thing where you can never admit if someone else is right?”

“I hope not,” Sunny frowned, spinning around on his butt to face me. “I really hope not. My sire has enough of that for our whole flight.”

“He’s not going to see you differently, Sunny,” I frowned.

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