Page 234 of Golden Eagle

“Sashka, kiss me.”

He all but fell doing it, slick hand skidding up Nik’s ribcage, clumsy as a new foal. It wasn’t a true kiss, just a brush of lips and a huffing of shared breath.

Nikita petted the hair back off his forehead, smiling helplessly. “Feels good?”

“Oh my God,” Sasha moaned; his hips twitched and he moaned again, shuddering. “Oh God, Nik, you’re sotight.”

“Do you want to move?”

“Can I? Oh, please…”

“Move, baby.”

With a ragged breath, Sasha pushed up on his hands, hair hanging down in his face, and pulled his hips back.

The drag was slow, andgood, and Nikita couldn’t hold back a little sound, a humming sigh of appreciation.

Sasha’s gaze snapped up to his face, bright behind a half-screen of hair. He watched Nik’s face as he pushed back in, a steady, relentless movement until their hips kissed together again, skin tacky with sweat. It was a predatory look, hunger mixed with fascination. He was doing this to Nikita, making him hum and arch up into the movement like a cat being stroked, and he was marveling at it.

He repeated the motion, again and again, agonizing in its slowness.

Nik petted his arms. Tucked his hair behind his ears. Squirmed a little, wanting more. “Come on, baby,” he said again, and Sasha’s next thrust came quicker, harder. “Don’t worry so much. Just do what feels good. Aren’t you my alpha wolf?”

And, oh,thatdid something.

Sasha took a big breath, and his rhythm faltered a moment. But then his hand tightened on Nik’s thigh, he spread him wider, and hethrustin with a snarl.

Nikita laughed, but it tapered off into a moan. He felt wanton, split open and raw, and he didn’t give a damn. “Yeah, right – ooh, baby,yes, right there.There. Keep going.”

Sasha braced with knees and hands and hewasthe alpha wolf, growling on every hard thrust, a primal sound that built and built in his chest. He couldn’t stop touching Nik, like he didn’t know where he wanted to put his hands most: his thighs, his hips, his ribs. He leaned down and bit the join of neck and shoulder, soothing the punctures with his tongue when Nik cried out.

Nikita drifted. Floated off on a tide of sensation, pleasure punctuated with sweet spots of pain, lost to the indescribable power of having Sasha over him, inside him. Strong, and reverent, and sheltering and making himfeel…so many things. Everything. He spent so much of his waking time worrying about Sasha, wanting to keep him safe and protected – and in that time, he forgot something that was filling his mind, now, just as surely as Sasha filled his body: Sasha wasstrong. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Right now, in this moment, Nikita didn’t have to be the captain; not the vampire, not the leader, not the responsible one. He could give himself over to Sasha’s passion and revel in his own; rake his nails down Sasha’s back, cling to him, move with him. He was safe, he was loved, caught in a feedback loop because they were bound, now, both in the exact same place in every way.

He’d never felt like this in his life. Whole. Unhurt, wanting nothing…except more of this. More, and more, and more.

The world tilted, and he opened his eyes sluggishly. Sasha had sat back on his heels, holding Nikita in his lap, Nik’s thighs spread open over Sasha’s, Sasha still deep, deep inside, and now hitting him at a new angle.

Sasha – face flushed, pupils blown, fangs long – stared up at him with naked adoration, and, one hand between his shoulders, one arm around his waist, urged him to move, to ride him. He tipped his head to the side, hair swinging off his gleaming throat. “Feed, love,” he encouraged, voice more wolf than man.

Nikita kissed him first, wet and messy, and trailed a string of kisses down his face and throat until he reached his pulse, and finally sank his fangs.

Sasha howled – a low, quiet crooning. A wolf sound.

A sound of joy.

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