No Love Like This (BOYXBOY) **Under Construction**

Chapter 5

Luke’s pov

Euphoria envelops my entire system, drowning me in a drug-induced high that I never want to come down from, ever. Zayne’s body begins to slack underneath me but I can’t stop, nor do I want to, as I tighten my grip on his neck even more pulling in as much of his essence as I can so I can continue to ride this high.

I faintly feel my jacket and shirt being ripped off, buttons flying everywhere, leaving my upper half bare and exposed. Then I feel ice cold hands grip either side of me and begin their slow caress up my abs and then sliding down my arms that are braced on either side of Zayne’s head. I don’t even remember releasing his hands from my grasp but don’t dwell on it too much as I return the courtesy of ripping the remaining buttons on his shirt, still having a fierce hold on his neck.

On an exhale, I pry myself from his neck and, sitting back still straddling his lap, I rest my head back and stare foggily at the stars on the ceiling feeling as if I could fly off at any given moment. A goofy grin creeps over my face as I ride the high further and I can feel every sensation of Zayne’s icy cold hands on my overheated body feeling beyond intoxicating. I let my wolf instincts take control, surrendering to the sensations and prickly light feeling in my head.

I look down at Zayne’s writhing body underneath me and smirk roguishly at his look of utter desperation and want, his eyes appear a crystallized ruby tint and his fangs are fully extended past his lower lip. His mewing and desperate movements turn me on further and I can’t help but lean closer to the wound  I inflected and gently run my tongue over the punctured marks causing him to jerk and growl lustfully.

I smile and growl back, running my tongue from my mark up to his jaw and capping it off with a seductive kiss just below his chin. His desperate look has now turned into one of pain as he tries to press his body closer to meet mines but I make sure to keep my hand rested firmly on his chiselled stomach keeping him from moving.

“Please,” he begs, reaching up and wrapping his arms around my neck.

“’Please’ what?” I respond innocently, letting my hands massage his chest exploring each ridge of his well-developed abs.

A seductive moan is his only response as I lean down and leaves light kisses on the corners of his mouth not able to help myself any longer. I lean back for only a second to look into his eyes for permission and then devour his lips, the same kissable lips that I’ve been lusting after since I first laid eyes on him.

I thrust my tongue into his mouth and angle my head to the side to get a better taste of him, moaning at how great, how right, this feels. Our bodies are now tightly flushed against one another with not so much of an inch separating us. I grind my lower half against his as he nips and tugs on my lower lip sending sparks coursing through my system.

I just can’t get enough.

I feel as if I’m on top of the world, falling into ecstasy as I sink deeper and Zayne’s arms tighten around my neck keeping me in place. Without so much as a warning, I’m flipped over and Zayne has now taken my spot straddling my hips. He breaks our kiss and meets my shocked eyes with a naughty grin of his own.

“I tried to tell you but you refused to listen,” he leans down and teasingly kisses my lips. “But now it is my turn,” he growls.

This is the last thing he says before trailing a chilly path of kisses from my jaw down to the juncture of where my neck and shoulder meet. His fangs lightly scrape over my exposed skin and anticipation causes tingles to shoot straight to my heart. My erection strains against my pants and I grind even more into Zayne, groaning at the pleasure of the friction it gives.