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And then I just stared at what a magnificent male he was. He was on his back, the sheet pooled around his waist, his bare chest on full display. My heart gave a little flutter at the sight.
He had his head tilted toward me, as if he needed me close even while he slept. I let myself enjoy this moment where he was at rest and leisurely took in every inch of him.
His jaw was strong, chiseled and square-cut, and had a covering of scruff. Then there were his arms, defined and bulging with raw power, even as he was relaxed. His chest was just incredible, with slabs of tendons and sinew underneath golden flesh. A small sprinkling of short hair started below his navel and disappeared beneath the sheet.
Even at rest, the definition of his very male body had heat filling me. I might be sore, but I felt familiar arousal start to settle between my thighs, my clit slowly throbbing in time with my pulse, and moisture pooled in the most intimate part of my body.
I was ready for him in a matter of seconds.
I felt a boldness move through me as I reached out and grabbed the edge of the blanket, slowly pulling it down to reveal more of his hard, golden flesh.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I got an unobstructed view of his dick. Although I’d seen it in the woods, had it inside me and knew how large he really was, seeing it in the firelight really showed me how monstrous Luca was down there.
I felt drugged, this euphoric sensation stealing over me as I stared at him shamelessly, a part of me feeling like this was wrong because he wasn’t awake, because I was taking liberties I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. Because it wasn’t just that he was naked and open to my erotic appraisal, it was that even though he slept, he was semi-hard.
Even asleep, my mate was almost ready to claim me.
I lifted my gaze to his face, expecting him to be awake, but his eyes were still closed as he slept soundly. It made me feel good that he was resting. I knew he’d been unable to while he tried to get to me, hours and days passing while he refused to rest, because all he’d wanted was me.
My heart sung at that.
I let my gaze land on the side of his throat, where my twin puncture marks were. They were already closed, and he’d be fully healed by morning. But to see my mark on his body had me sighing in pleasure.
I let my eyes travel back down his chest, over the rolling hills of his abdomen, and stopped when I could look at his cock again.
My throat tightened, and I licked my lips, feeling a surge of boldness move through me. A part of me whispered that I shouldn’t do this. He was asleep. It wasn’t like he could tell me he wanted it. But I knew my mate, how insatiable he was for me. I knew that any touching from me would be greatly accepted… and reciprocated.
That had my core blooming again, and I reached out, curling my fingers around that thick length, my fingers still unable to touch despite that he wasn’t fully hard. I felt butterflies in my stomach, tingles throughout my body.
Gods, I’m so ready for him already.
And then I felt my eyes widen as he hardened in my palm. I snapped my head up and looked at his face again, this time knowing for sure he’d be awake. But his face was still relaxed, his breathing even.
I looked back down at the girthy flesh I had my hand wrapped around and experimentally dragged it up and down. I was shocked to see a droplet of pre-cum start to form at the tip, my tongue tingling, my mouth watering.
What would he taste like?
And before I could think too much on it, before I knew what the hell I was doing, I found myself leaning forward and running my tongue along the crown, lapping up that pearlescent drop, his flavor exploding along my tongue. He was slightly salty, and I couldn’t help but moan at how addicting his taste was.
His deep groan had my heart stilling and embarrassment flooding me that I’d taken such liberties with him.
I was about to straighten and let go of his cock when one of his massive hands wrapped around mine, keeping my fingers curled around his now rock-solid length.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He groaned again and tunneled his other hand in my hair, his claws gently scraping against my scalp and causing tingles to spear down my spine. He used that hold as leverage to gently turn my face toward him.
