Page 21 of Alpha's Touch
Preston laughed—a genuine, head-thrown-back laugh—that carried a brightness that felt alive.
Zeppelin’s shoulders shook as he chuckled, his chest aching in the best way. There was no defense against that kind of beauty. It was like the world had stepped back just to let Preston exist. His gaze dipped to the slim column of his mate’s throat, imagining how it might feel beneath his lips. He grazed his knuckles over his mate’s abs, feeling them clench in response to his touch.
“Zeppelin,” Preston moaned.
“Do you want me to stop, love?” He grazed his fingers again, smiling when Preston’s breath hitched like his whole nervous system was being rewired.
“No.”
Zeppelin leaned down, tasting the soft skin just below a delicate ear, savoring the whispered moan that followed. His tongue slid across a twitching jawline, staking his claim with every press of his fingers into soft flesh. If this was what his mate needed in this moment, Zeppelin wouldn’t deny him. Because he craved his mate just as much.
“I want you,” he whispered into Preston’s ear. Into the most sensitive stretch of neck where breath hits skin and the brain short-circuits. “Tell me this isn’t what you want and we’ll stop.”
His mate curled his arms around Zeppelin’s neck and peppered kisses along his jaw. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
He still needed to tell Preston he was a wolf shifter and they were mates. That’s why Zeppelin wasn’t going to take this too far. Until they sat down and talked, he wasn’t going to claim his mate.
Because he respected him. Wanted to come to Preston honest. Wanted to lay it all out before taking the final step.
But they could have so much fun doing other pleasurable things.
This afternoon was all about taking his time and exploring every inch of his mate’s body.
“Then get those tight pants off. You drove me insane, walking around those stands, your hips swaying.”
“My hips don’t sway,” Preston argued as he wiggled out of his clothes. Not just his pants. His mate even tossed his shirt aside.
“Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.”
With a teasing smirk, Preston spread his legs as he grabbed Zeppelin’s shoulders. His mate’s cock was hard and weeping, pulsing slightly to the rhythm of his heart.
He was going to devour his small human.
Then he was going to find out who had hurt Preston. No fucking way would he allow his mate to live in fear.
Zeppelin brushed his hand over Preston’s stomach, softly growling as he watched his mate’s nipples harden. He licked one hard nub and sucked as Preston moaned and raked his hands through Zeppelin’s hair. The hand still resting on Preston’s stomach moved lower until his knuckles grazed over hard, heated flesh.
Preston bucked, his hips rocking slightly. Zeppelin trailed his fingers over his mate’s balls, which were drawn up to the base of his erection. He tugged at them slightly, gaining another moan from Preston.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” he asked as he moved to the next nipple, teasing the small circle of flesh with his teeth.
“No,” his mate whimpered.
Zeppelin ran his fingers over the head of Preston’s cock, gathering the clear liquid before pressing the tips against his mate’s puckered hole and then rimming them around the tight muscle.
“Fucking beautiful.” Zeppelin gave a teasing nip to his mate’s heated flesh, sucking the nipple in and rolling it with his tongue. Preston cried out, pressing his chest against Zeppelin’s mouth.
Zeppelin lapped at the skin and then raised his eyes to stare at Preston slowly thrashing his head back and forth on the pillow. After being pushed away all afternoon, Zeppelin hadn’t thought they would end up in bed together.
It seemed his mate was full of surprises.
Fingers dug into Zeppelin’s shoulder as Preston’s eyes fluttered open. His mate glanced at him with those pretty green eyes. “Is there a reason you’re just lying there staring at me?”
With a cocky smile, Zeppelin sucked the head of Preston’s cock into his mouth. The musky taste exploded across his tongue, sending ripples of pleasure through him.
“So good.” There was a strain in Preston’s voice as he spread his legs wider, his fingers carding through Zeppelin’s hair.
His control was slipping with every needy moan, and Zeppelin had to fight back his wolf.
