Page 32 of Alpha's Touch
The first touch of Zeppelin’s tongue against his entrance made Preston jerk in surprise and pleasure. He buried his face in the pillow, muffling a moan as Zeppelin’s tongue circled and probed, breaking him down with each flick and thrust.
“God, Zeppelin,” he gasped, pushing back against the sensation.
His mate hummed in response, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure. His hands gripped Preston’s hips, holding him steady as his tongue worked magic.
When a slick finger joined Zeppelin’s tongue, Preston’s breath caught. The gentle pressure as it breached him burned slightly before giving way to pleasure. His mate worked him open slowly, adding a second finger when Preston began rocking back into his hand.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, placing kisses along the curve of Preston’s ass. “Could do this all night.”
He looked over his shoulder, catching Zeppelin’s eye. “I’d rather you fuck me.”
A growl rumbled from his mate’s chest as he leaned over to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. The snap of the cap opening seemed loud in the quiet room. He watched as Zeppelin slicked himself, the sight of his hand working over his cock making Preston’s mouth water.
“Come here,” Preston said, turning back over and reaching for him.
His mate settled between his thighs, capturing his mouth in a kiss that spoke of barely restrained hunger. The blunt pressure of his cock against Preston’s entrance made him tense momentarily before relaxing into it.
Inch by inch, Zeppelin pushed inside, his eyes never leaving Preston’s face. The stretch and burn gave way to fullness, to a sense of completeness he’d never experienced before.
“Move,” he urged when Zeppelin was fully seated, wrapping his legs around his mate’s waist.
Zeppelin began rocking into him with slow, measured thrusts that gradually increased in speed and intensity. Each drag and push sent waves of pleasure through Preston, building with each movement.
Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, as if they’d been doing this dance for years instead of the first time. Sweat slicked their skin, making the slide of chest against chest even more delicious.
“Turn over,” Zeppelin said again, his voice strained with restraint. “I want to take you from behind.”
Preston nodded, letting his mate withdraw before rolling onto his stomach again. Zeppelin pulled his hips up, positioning him on his hands and knees before sliding back inside in one smooth thrust.
This angle allowed his mate to go deeper, hitting spots that made Preston see stars. His pace increased, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with their combined breathing.
One of Zeppelin’s hands slid around to grasp Preston’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation pushed him closer to the edge, his body tightening with impending release.
“Wait,” Preston gasped, pulling away just enough to turn around. “I want to see you.”
Zeppelin’s eyes darkened as Preston pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Sinking down on his mate’s cock, Preston set a new rhythm, riding him with abandon. Zeppelin’s hands gripped his hips, guiding his movements, helping him find just the right angle.
“Fuck, Preston,” his mate moaned, watching as Preston moved above him. “So fucking perfect.”
The praise washed over Preston, spurring him on. He leaned down to kiss his mate, their tongues tangling as their bodies rocked together. When he sat back up, Zeppelin followed, sitting up so they were chest to chest, Preston in his lap.
In this position, each thrust hit even deeper. He wrapped his arms around Zeppelin’s shoulders, holding on as the pleasure built to almost unbearable levels.
“Close,” he warned, feeling the familiar tightening in his gut.
“Me too,” Zeppelin panted, his rhythm becoming more erratic.
As Preston felt himself tipping over the edge, Zeppelin’s mouth latched onto the juncture between his neck and shoulder. The sharp sting of teeth breaking skin mingled with the intense pleasure of his orgasm, creating a sensation so powerful Preston cried out, his body convulsing around his mate’s cock.
Preston gasped when he saw a gossamer blue ribbon rise out of Zeppelin’s chest, then a yellow one rising out of his own. He watched as the two ribbons twirled around each other, broke apart, the blue one diving toward Preston’s chest, the other toward Zeppelin’s. Then they were gone.
Suddenly, it felt as if Zeppelin was inside him, and not just his cock. It was as if Preston had known the guy forever, and he couldn’t imagine his life without the wolf in it.
Zeppelin followed immediately, his release pulsing deep inside as his teeth remained embedded in Preston’s flesh. A strange warmth spread from the bite, radiating outward until Preston’s entire body tingled with it.
When Zeppelin finally released his shoulder, he licked over the wound, soothing the sting. They stayed connected, forehead to forehead, breathing each other’s air as they came down from their high.
“What was that?” Preston asked once he could form words again, his hand going to the bite mark. It throbbed gently but didn't hurt the way he expected.
