Xander’s povI watch Noah ‘s head falls back, throat bare, and the line of it, flushed and straight, makes my fangs tingle, begging to sink into it. "Oh…ohhh….God," he moans. I use my free hand to grab his hair. “Not God. Xander. Say it.”“Xander….” My name on his lips is like honey. The way he says it…..like he’s drowning and I’m the only air left in the room."Say it again," I demand. My spine is coiled tight, my balls drawn so tight as I hold back my orgasm, wanting him to cum first. "Xander—" he gasp again. “I’m….about to…please—"His back arches, chest thrust forward, and a broken sob tears from his lips as he cums, his release shooting out in front of us."Fuck," I breathe. I let go of his hair and grab my balls. Then I let go.My vision goes white.My jaw locks so hard I hear my own teeth crack against each other. Every muscle in my body seizes, my back arching, my shoulders snapping back, and a growl tears from my throat. The first rope hits his face, the second across h
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