Chapter 26 – FELIX #2
"Of course he is," Elias mutters, gripping his glass a little tighter.
I guess that little tour of the shooting gallery wasn't authorized, after all. What a shock.
Juniper's fingers are insistent, pulling my shirt open to expose my chest, her hands roaming with possessive intent that makes my cock immediately interested despite the audience. She grinds against me, and I can smell her arousal mixing with the lingering scent of gunpowder.
"I should... give you some privacy," Elias says, but his voice is strained, and I can see the way his pupils have dilated, the way he's trying not to obviously adjust himself.
"You can stay and watch," Juniper purrs, and fuck if that doesn't make my cock twitch. She looks at me with those hazel eyes that see too much, questioning.
I meet Elias's gaze over her shoulder. There's hunger there, barely controlled, and something else. Respect for boundaries. He won't move without permission, won't take what isn't offered. The self-control these alphas have is either admirable or infuriating, I can't decide which.
"Do what you want," I mutter, the words coming out rougher than intended. It's as close to an invitation as he's getting from me.
Elias's breath audibly hitches, but he doesn't move from his spot by the bar. Just watches as I take control, spinning Juniper around and pressing her against the bar's edge. She gasps, arching back against me, and I can feel Elias's eyes tracking every movement.
Good. Let him see. Let him understand exactly what he can't have.
My hand slides up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, finding the damp fabric of her panties. She's already soaked, probably has been since she was playing with Carlisle's toys, and the thought makes me want to mark her, claim her, remind everyone exactly who she belongs to.
"So wet already," I murmur against her ear, loud enough for Elias to hear. "Did playing with guns do this to you, or was it something else?"
"Both," she gasps as my fingers push her panties aside, finding her clit with practiced ease. "Fuck, Felix?—"
I work her with the efficiency of someone who knows exactly what she needs, two fingers inside her while my thumb circles her clit. She's making those desperate little sounds that always drive me crazy, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing her release.
Behind us, I can hear Elias's breathing getting heavier, can practically feel the effort it's taking him not to touch himself.
Good. This is what self-control looks like, watching something you want desperately and keeping your fucking hands to yourself.
Let's see if he has as much as he likes to pretend.
Juniper comes with a scream that probably echoes through the whole compound, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she shakes against me. But I'm not done. Not even close.
I rip her panties off with one sharp pull, the fabric tearing easily, and she moans at the violence of it. My cock is straining against my pants, and I free it with one hand while keeping the other on her hip, holding her in place.
"Felix, please?—"
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so wet, so hot, so perfectly mine. I fuck her against the bar with the kind of force that's definitely going to leave bruises, each thrust punctuated by her gasps and the obscene sound of skin against skin.
Elias hasn't moved, hasn't made a sound beyond his increasingly ragged breathing.
I can see him in my peripheral vision, hands white-knuckled on the bar, cock obviously hard in his pants but refusing to touch himself.
The self-control is impressive, I'll give him that.
Most alphas would have either left or tried to join by now.
Juniper is close again, I can feel it in the way her pussy flutters around my cock, the way her breathing goes high and desperate. I lean forward, one hand wrapping around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, possessive—while the other finds her clit again.
"Who do you belong to?" I ask, loud enough for the whole fucking compound to hear, but I'm looking directly at Elias when I say it. Making eye contact.
"You!" Juniper screams, her second orgasm hitting her like a freight train. "You, Felix, fuck, I?—"
I let myself go then, coming inside her with a growl that's more animal than human, marking her from the inside out. She collapses against the bar, panting and trembling, and I pull out slowly, tucking myself back into my pants with movements that are deliberately casual.
I meet Elias's eyes again as I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean of Juniper's sweet taste. His pupils are completely blown, his control hanging by a thread so thin I can practically see it fraying.
"You can clean her up," I say, bumping his shoulder as I pass. "If she wants you to."
The words taste like broken glass, but I force them out anyway.
Because I know what's coming. Know that eventually, inevitably, she's going to accept them them.
She already wants them. Maybe she'll cave today, maybe tomorrow, but soon.
And I need to find a way to make peace with that before it destroys me.
I leave without looking back, but I can feel Juniper's eyes on me, confused and satisfied and still aroused. Can feel Elias's gaze too, heavy with want and something that might be understanding.
The hallway stretches ahead of me, and I walk it alone, the taste of Juniper still on my tongue and the weight of inevitability crushing my chest.