Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Aksel’s expression was strange. “Right. So answer me, then. Do you get slick?”
“Sometimes,” Lucien said, barely able to meet his eyes. “Not often. Usually around my heats. Suppressants can’t entirely suppress it.”
“Right,” Aksel said, clearing his throat a little. “And do you do something about it? Do you masturbate?”
Lucien’s face was on fire. “Aksel!”
Aksel shrugged, his eyes glinting. “I’m just Aksel, remember? I don’t count. You can be honest with me, Luce.”
God, this was mortifying.
“No,” Lucien replied stiffly. “I don’t touch myself.”
Aksel made a strange noise, half-exasperation, half-pain. “Then of course you’re worked up,” he said, looking at some point above Lucien’s shoulder. “Your body is starved for touch. It wants what it wants.” He looked back at Lucien’s bare chest, his gaze dark, almost haunted. “You’ve been neglecting your body’s needs for too long. It’s not healthy to treat yourself like a sexless thing when you are not.”
Lucien shook his head. “That’s—I still think you’re wrong—”
“For fuck’s sake,” Aksel snapped, his eyes flashing a supernatural blue. “You want me to prove it to you? I can prove it to you.”
Before Lucien realized what he meant, Aksel leaned down and latched onto his right nipple, sucking hard.
Gasping, Lucien arched his back off the couch, a sharp sensation of pain-pleasure shooting through his body. The maddening ache in his nipple was finally gone, replaced by… It felt... it felt so good. So unbelievably good.
“Oh God,” Lucien whispered breathlessly, burying his fingers in Aksel’s thick hair. “Oh God.”
Aksel sucked on his nipple for what felt like forever and not long enough. When he finally let go of it, Lucien whined and pushed Aksel’s head back to his nipple.
Aksel obliged, sucking on it hungrily, his large hand kneading the other breast. It felt heavenly. A pleasure this intense shouldn’t be possible… it felt so good, the intimacy of it exquisite.
Lucien moaned in protest when Aksel pulled off his nipple.
“Don’t stop,” he gasped out, pulling him back to his breast. Part of him was mortified by his wanton behavior, but it was a small, distant part. His body overruled it, craving to feel Aksel’s hot, perfect mouth on his aching teats.
Groaning, Aksel resumed sucking, alternating between his nipples, and then his large hands pushed them close so that he could take both into his mouth at the same time.
God.
Lucien writhed under him, his vision hazy, moans leaving his mouth non-stop, his legs instinctively spreading.
Aksel was growling, his hips grinding between Lucien’s in a rhythm that was all animal want. His alpha scent was so potent now it was going to Lucien’s head despite his suppressants, and he wanted—he wanted. The ache between his legs was maddening, growing worse with every moment. He instinctively knew Aksel could make it better, he could make it go away, relieve the ache and the horrible hollowness inside him.
A voice at the back of his mind was screaming at him to stop, stop this madness before it went too far, but hadn’t Aksel said that it was just a physical need that he’d been neglecting? It didn’t have to mean anything, right?
His thoughts came to a screeching halt as Aksel slipped a hand under the waistband of Lucien’s sweatpants, cupping his half-hard cock for a moment and then moving down, to the horribly achy place between Lucien’s legs.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Aksel bit out, stroking his slippery, oversensitive hole.
Lucien whined, grinding against Aksel’s hand helplessly, all but riding it. He needed this, he needed this so much.
Aksel massaged his hole in maddening circles, stroking it harder and faster, his mouth relentless on Lucien’s nipples, and it took Lucien less than a minute of that to come all over Aksel’s hand, his hole squirting slick as he orgasmed with a long, shameless moan.
Lucien sagged back against the couch, breathing hard, his glazed eyes staring at the ceiling unseeingly.
God, he hadn’t known it was possible to feel so good.
“This is what your body wanted,” Aksel said, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded like a man’s.
Lucien wanted to hide his face in his hands and never meet his eyes.
He also wanted to push Aksel back to his breasts and beg him to pleasure him again.
Fuck.
Chapter Eight
After that day, everything changed. It was as though Aksel had woken up some insatiable creature in him, and all Lucien could think about was sex. He couldn’t even look at Aksel’s mouth without his nipples hardening and starting to ache.
Lucien had never felt so embarrassed in his life, because surely everyone around him could smell his obscene desires. Thankfully, Royce and his mate were distracted by their own relationship drama and the PR nightmare caused by Royce having to announce that he was actually an alpha, and Vagrippa’s sense of smell wasn’t good because she was a beta.
But there were other people in the house: the servants, Belinda, and the Duke of Westcliff—and the latter was a Xeus alpha too. To Lucien’s utter mortification, he had caught the duke glancing at him curiously too often for his comfort.