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)
Lucien jerked away from the touch, tumbling off Aksel’s lap. “Stop that,” he stammered, hating that he didn’t seem able to sound firm. “Go to your room. And don’t come back. If you don’t stop this behavior, I’ll have to inform Vagrippa.”
“And what will you say?” Aksel said with a scoff, dragging Lucien back into his lap. “That I jacked my cock off while I sucked your tits?”
Lucien flushed. “Are you being vulgar on purpose?”
“It’s a serious question,” Aksel said steadily, his scent pure alpha. Commanding. Demanding. Arrogant. “Answer it.”
At times like this, Lucien missed the affectionate little boy who had once deferred to him. The closer to his presentation Aksel got, the worse his alpha traits got. And yet, Lucien’s attachment to him remained as strong as ever, despite the increasingly bossy attitude Lucien couldn’t tolerate in other alphas and somehow found perfectly tolerable in Aksel. His own double standards frustrated and befuddled him.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lucien said, getting off his lap again.
Aksel put him back onto it. “You’re blushing,” he said with a smile, stroking Lucien’s cheeks. “Aw, you’re so adorable, I could eat you up.” He pressed his nose against Lucien’s burning cheek and inhaled deeply, his arms wrapping around Lucien’s waist. “You smell so good when you blush.”
“Is that why you insist on embarrassing me?” Lucien said, pressing his palms against Aksel’s chest and feeling a pang of envy. Aksel’s chest was marvelously firm and muscular, not at all like his own soft chest.
Speaking of the latter, his breasts still felt oddly heavy and achy. There was a disconcerting heaviness in his lower body too. It made Lucien want to squirm. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to squirm away or squirm closer.
“Fuck, you smell delicious,” Aksel muttered, shoving his face against Lucien’s throat and breathing. “Even better than usual.”
Lucien shuddered, the ache in his lower body becoming worse. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze in his mind. “I don’t think—I feel odd, Aksel.”
“Odd?” Aksel said, nuzzling his scent gland aggressively.
Lucien’s head was spinning, his mind fuzzy. He really felt odd. Too hot, too much, too something.
“Hot,” Lucien managed. “My body feels weird.”
Aksel’s hands cupped his breasts. “Your tits feel fine,” he said, his voice husky as he kneaded Lucien’s breasts. “Does this feel better?”
Lucien frowned. “I don’t know. I think there’s something wrong with the tips. They feel odd.” More than usual. He didn’t say that. He’d never told Aksel that sometimes he felt odd when Aksel put his mouth on his breasts. He’d never mentioned it before because he didn’t want Aksel to feel guilty about it. Aksel had needed his help. He’d needed him. Lucien could handle some discomfort for him—though discomfort wasn’t really the right word. It wasn’t as though it had ever felt unpleasant. Just strange. A little too intense.
But this was something else entirely. He couldn’t simply ignore it as he normally did. His breasts—his entire body—felt oversensitive, craving something.
His thoughts came to a halt when Aksel ducked his head and caught one of the nipples in his mouth. He sucked, but differently from the usual way he did it, without drinking milk, and Lucien gasped as a sharp, stabbing pain-pleasure pierced him from his nipple to his crotch.
“Aksel...” he whispered in confusion.
“Does this help?” Aksel said around his nipple, his voice incredibly low. His hand was on the other nipple, pinching and kneading it as he sucked the right one.
“I... I don’t know,” Lucien said, looking at his dark head on his chest. The sensation of Aksel’s mouth on his nipple felt good, but it didn’t bring any relief. If anything, the ache seemed to be worsening, a hot throb starting between his legs. It took Lucien a moment to realize that he was hard.
Hard.
It was such an alien feeling. Because of his strong suppressants, erections were very rare for him, and usually he just ignored them until they eventually went away.
An alarm bell sounded somewhere at the back of his head and Lucien frowned dazedly.
Suppressants. Had he taken his pill that day?
He tried to remember, but his mind came back blank. But surely, even if he had skipped taking the pill once, it wouldn’t be a problem, right? Right?
His train of thought was interrupted when Aksel suddenly switched nipples, latching onto his left one and sucking hungrily, his hand kneading his right. Oh God. He felt too warm, too achy, yearning for something, needing something—something—
“Aksel,” he gasped out. “There’s something wrong with me... I need...”
“I know what you need,” Aksel ground out, pushing him onto the bed and settling between his thighs.
Lucien blinked up at him dazedly, trying to think, but all he could do was feel and smell. Fuck, Aksel’s scent.... It was suddenly so much stronger than it used to be, and Lucien was drowning, his mind hazy with need. He barely registered the strange, keening noise that left his own throat, and Aksel’s answering growl. It was a real growl, and Lucien stared.