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)
It had to stop.
“One last time,” Aksel said huskily, pinching his nipples. His hand was so large that he could engulf both of his breasts and squeeze the nipples together.
Lucien shuddered, his breasts aching and heavy.
He felt... strange. Different.
Pulling away, Lucien sat up and switched on the bedside lamp. “That’s what you said last time!” he said with a scoff, turning to Aksel.
For a moment, he was taken aback once again by how big Aksel was. It seemed he just never stopped growing. He dwarfed Lucien completely now, his shoulders wide, his long body pure muscle. Despite being a decade younger, he was already as tall as Royce was. Alphas usually had another growth spurt after their first rut, so Aksel was bound to become even bigger than he already was.
Alphas that size normally scared Lucien, causing a strong instinct to flee. But that instinct was silent now. It was Aksel. Aksel would never hurt him. Aksel was harmless. The sullen look he gave Lucien was proof of it. He might look like a fully formed alpha, with dark stubble covering his firm jaw, but he was just eighteen. Lucien had to be the responsible one.
“Come on, Luce,” Aksel said, his blue eyes fixed on his chest intently, as if he could see through the fabric of his shirt.
Lucien squirmed, trying to ignore how heavy and sensitive his breasts felt.
“Come on,” Aksel said, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Lift your shirt. I’ll drink just a little, I promise.”
Lucien hesitated.
“Fine,” he said uncertainly. “But just a little, all right?”
Aksel’s hooded eyes flashed with something that might have been triumph.
Looking away, Lucien lifted his shirt to his chin, shivering as the cool air hit his nipples, making them harden.
God, this was so uncomfortable. He was so ugly down there. Why would Aksel even want to look at his fat breasts? Lucien preferred it when they did the nursing in the dark, under the covers.
“Fuck,” Aksel whispered, his voice strained.
Then he leaned down and licked the pink tip before swallowing it into his mouth.
Lucien closed his eyes, all the tension leaving his body, replaced with relief and the familiar, golden sense of connection the more Aksel sucked. “You need a shave, darling,” he whispered, stroking Aksel’s prickly jaw with his thumb. The stubble didn’t really hurt, but it felt odd against his skin, sending weird tingles all over his chest.
Groaning, Aksel covered his chest in kisses before latching onto the other nipple and sucking hard.
“Aksel... you said just a little...”
“Yes,” Aksel said, his voice so low it was barely recognizable. “Just a little more.” He sucked aggressively, swirling his tongue around the hard nipple. “Look how full your tits are for me.”
“Stop calling my chest that,” Lucien said feebly, trying to find the strength to push Aksel’s mouth away. But it felt too good. So, so good.
Aksel groaned again, the heavy undertone in his scent suddenly spiking.
When Lucien forced his eyes open, he stared dazedly at Aksel’s head on his chest. There was something obscene about the hunger on Aksel’s chiseled face as he sucked on Lucien’s teat. It was hard to look away from it. But in his peripheral vision, Lucien noticed something else... Aksel had a hand in his pajama bottoms and he was... he was moving his hand up and down.
It took Lucien a moment to realize what he was doing. “Aksel!” he choked out, shoving him away. “What do you think you’re doing! You—you!”
Aksel sighed and removed his hand from his pajama bottoms. “What,” he grumbled, looking annoyed. Annoyed!
“What?” Lucien said incredulously. “Get out! How dare you to—to—”
Shaking his head, Aksel laughed. “You’re so prudish, Luce. You can’t even say it. It’s adorable.”
His ears burning, Lucien glared at him. “Get out,” he gritted out.
Aksel dropped his smile. “Are you seriously angry?” he said, reaching for Lucien and moving him into his lap.
Lucien glowered at him, slapping weakly at his bulging biceps. “Let go of me this instant, Aksel.”
Aksel let go of him—only to put his hands on Lucien’s face. “I’m sorry, Luce,” he murmured, looking him in the eyes beseechingly. “Don’t be mad at me? I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
Ugh. Those blue eyes should have been outlawed. Lucien hated them, because he could never resist them. Seriously, he detested that he folded like wet paper whenever Aksel used them on him. It was infuriating—and more than a little alarming—considering that he had a very serious reason to be angry with Aksel right now.
“I’m not mad,” Lucien said, glaring at him half-heartedly. “But there should be boundaries, Aksel! It’s not appropriate to touch your—your—”
“Cock,” Aksel supplied helpfully.
Lucien’s face felt far too hot. “Yes, that. Surely you understand it’s not appropriate to touch it in my presence.”
“Sure,” Aksel said gently, stroking Lucien’s cheek with his knuckles.
It took Lucien a moment to realize it was the very same hand that had been touching Aksel’s penis.