Beak Performance (Fangs on Ice #3)

32. Thirty-two

Thirty-two

Max

“ W as that him again?” He sat up, straddling my hips, my hard dick wedged between his ass cheeks.

“Yes.” I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” He shifted his body, causing my length to slide up and down his crack.

Fuuuck.

With my hands on his waist, I steadied him. I needed to or I would come just from the feel of his skin slick with lube and cum.

Arne let me slide back into his ass, groaning and exhaling as I breached his clenching hole. Holding him in place, I fucked my cum back into his body, watching him like a hawk. His head tilted back, exposing his throat to me, lips open as he moaned and whimpered with every plunge of my dick into his tight body.

That fucking flush on his neck would be the end of me. The skin underneath the dark stubble was a beautiful shade of red, and his thick pecs jiggled from the impact of my thrusts.

“If he calls you again,” my viking grunted, head tipping forward so he could meet my eyes. Fighting against my hold, he met my strokes with equal force, slamming his ass down on my dick. “You. Pick. Up. Let him listen to me bouncing on your cock. He needs to understand that You. Are. Mine.” Arne growled the last words, accentuating each with a sharp slap. My feral princess.

“You are mine!” He repeated, his ass tightening around me. I let go of his hips to grip his dick. I gave him a languid stroke. With a whimpering groan, he twitched in my hold and warm cum pulsed all over my fingers.

Arne collapsed on my chest, his swollen lips searching desperately for mine. I didn’t need much more than his tongue in my mouth. With one deep thrust, I joined him, breeding his hole. I kept moving during my climax, needing to be deep inside him. I needed to know he would be dripping with my cum for days.

Mine. He is right. I am his, and he is mine.

“I’m so glad I gave in to my feelings for you,” he sighed, snuggling closer and kissing my cheek before he rested his head against my collarbone.

“I’m so glad I kissed you in Scotland. I beat myself up over it, but I’m so happy I did.”

“Mmm, me too,” he slurred. “Why did you beat yourself up?”

God, sleepy Arne is so fucking adorable.

“Because you are my captain, and I wasn’t sure if I had read the signs right. You were shocked.”

“Yeah, I was. First time a guy kissed me. I was shocked how much I loved it.” His voice didn’t sound sleepy anymore. “And I felt bad, too.”

“Why?”

“Damn it, Raven. You are so young, and I am—”

“Hot,” I interrupted him.

His snort ruffled my feathers. “Not.”

“You are still young. You’re only thirty-two. That’s not old.”

“Ancient compared to you.”

“You forget what I am. I don’t think I age like a human. And thanks to my autism I always felt older than I was.” I trailed my fingernails over his sweaty back. “I never fit in anywhere. Never until I met you.”

“I guess you aren’t just talking about how perfect you feel when you are inside me.”

“I’m not sure if you’re being sarcastic or not,” I told him truthfully, only to have him scramble to his hands and knees to gaze into my eyes.

“It was a joke, but a bad one. I’m sorry. I feel the same way about you. You and I, we fit together.” Arne’s muscles bunched when he lowered himself to kiss me, drawing my eyes to his thick biceps. “I never felt this way about anyone before, Max. No idea how I’ll ever stop wanting you. Not even when I’m eighty.”

His eyes flew open when he realised what he’d said.

He wants to grow old with me?

“Sorry, I…”

Bringing his forehead against mine, I shook my head to shut him up.

“Me neither, Arne.”

From the moment we left Denmark until he parked outside, Arne never let go of my hand or leg.

He let go with a gentle squeeze and half turned around at me. His wistful smile made my stomach drop.

“I hate that I can’t kiss you goodbye, Raven.”

“Yeah, me, too. I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

His eyes dropped to my lips, hanging on them as if he wanted to make quite sure he remembered their shape forever.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Max.”

“Tomorrow.” I nodded. “Thank you for taking me with you. It was…”

“Yeah.” A smile lit up his face. “It was.”