Chapter 27 – ELIAS
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
ELIAS
T he hallway stretches ahead of Felix like a fucking gauntlet, and I watch him walk it alone, shoulders rigid with the kind of tension that comes from offering something you'd rather keep locked away. The door clicks shut behind him with a finality that feels like a gunshot.
And here I am, standing behind a bar with my cock so hard it's painful, watching Juniper bent over the polished wood with Felix's come dripping down her thighs.
Fuck.
The display they just put on wasn't just sex, it was a declaration of war wrapped in flesh and moans. Felix staking his claim, marking his territory, making damn sure I understood exactly what I couldn't have. Except he also told me I could clean her up. If she wants me to.
The contradiction makes my head spin.
Juniper's still breathing hard, her body trembling with aftershocks as she grips the edge of the bar.
Her skirt is bunched around her waist, torn panties discarded on the floor like casualties of war.
The scent of sex and arousal is so thick I can taste it on my tongue, her sweetness mixed with Felix's sharper omega notes that he can't quite hide anymore.
"You heard him," she says, voice breathy and wrecked in a way that makes my control fracture. She looks over her shoulder at me, hazel eyes bright with something between challenge and invitation. "Are you going to just leave me like this?"
Fucking hell.
My medical training says I should maintain professional distance.
My alpha instincts are screaming to claim, to possess, to bury myself so deep inside her that she forgets every other name but mine.
But there's a third voice, quieter but insistent, that reminds me she's not mine to take. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
But she's offering something. And fuck me if I'm strong enough to walk away.
I move around the bar with deliberate slowness, giving her time to change her mind, to tell me to fuck off. But she just watches me approach with those eyes that see too much, a small smile playing at her full lips like she knows exactly what kind of torment she's putting me through.
"Such restraint," she murmurs, and there's genuine appreciation in her voice. "Most alphas would have either fled or tried to join in by now."
"I'm not most alphas." The words come out rougher than intended as I drop to my knees behind her.
The position puts me at eye level with the beautiful mess they've made, Felix's come mixed with her arousal painting her inner thighs like art. A drop of pearlescent fluid trails down her skin, and before I can think better of it, I lean forward and catch it with my tongue.
The taste explodes across my senses, Felix's omega essence wrapped in Juniper's sweetness, a combination that creates something transcendent. It's like tasting lightning and honey, winter mornings and summer flowers, violence and tenderness all at once.
Juniper gasps, her whole body jerking at the contact. "Fuck, Elias?—"
Hearing my name on her lips, not "Doctor" but my actual name, does something to me. Breaks something. Rebuilds something. I don't fucking know anymore.
I spread her cheeks with careful hands, revealing her pussy still swollen and dripping with their combined release. The sight makes my cock throb so hard I have to bite back a groan.
This is what she is. What they are. A unit, a pair, two halves of something I can only hope to orbit around.
I press my tongue against her entrance, tasting them both as I lick into her with the kind of thoroughness I usually reserve for surgery. Every drop of Felix's come becomes mine to clean, to savor, to understand. And underneath it all is Juniper, sweet and wild and perfect in her chaos.
"Oh god," she moans, pushing back against my face. "Your tongue, fuck, it's?—"
I delve deeper, fucking her with my tongue while my nose presses against her ass. I'm on my knees worshipping at the altar of an omega who tried to kill me, licking another omega's come out of her.
My medical degree didn't prepare me for this. Years of training in anatomy and physiology, and none of it matters when faced with the reality of Juniper coming apart under my tongue.
I work her methodically, cataloging every sound she makes, every tremor that runs through her body. When I suck on her clit, she keens. When I thrust my tongue deep, she gasps. When I trace patterns around her entrance, she babbles incoherently.
The taste of them together is driving me insane.
My cock is so hard it hurts, pressing against my pants with enough force that I'm worried I might come just from this.
Just from the privilege of cleaning up their mess, of being allowed this close to something so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.
"Please," Juniper gasps, and I'm not sure what she's begging for. "Please, I need?—"
I know what she needs. I slide two fingers inside her alongside my tongue, curling them to hit that spot that makes her whole body seize. She's so wet, so hot, and I can feel her clenching around me as another orgasm builds.
"That's it," I murmur against her pussy, the vibrations making her whimper. "Come for me, Juniper. Let me taste you."
She shatters with a scream that probably wakes the entire compound, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes so hard her legs give out.
I catch her, supporting her weight as I continue licking her through the aftershocks, not stopping until I've consumed every last drop of their combined essence.
When I finally pull back, she's a trembling mess, barely able to stand. I expect her to stumble away, to thank me politely and leave. What I don't expect is for her to spin around and tackle me to the floor with a strength that shouldn't be possible in her post-orgasmic state.
"My turn," she growls, and there's something feral in her eyes that makes my breath catch.
She straddles me, her hands already working at my belt with fingers that know exactly what they're doing. My cock springs free, so hard it's purple, precome already beading at the tip from the torture of watching and tasting without touching.
"Such a pretty cock," she purrs, wrapping her hand around it with just enough pressure to make me see stars. "Let's see how much control you really have, Doctor."
The title is back, but now it sounds like a challenge. A dare.
She positions herself over me, and for one heart-stopping moment I think she's going to sink down, going to let me inside her. But instead she does something worse. Something better. Something that's going to fucking kill me.
She lowers herself just enough that my cock slides along her slit, not penetrating, just rubbing against her soaked and swollen pussy as she grinds down. The sensation is exquisite torture, so close to what I want but impossibly far away.
"Fuck," I gasp, my hands moving to her hips, but she catches my wrists and pins them above my head with surprising strength.
"No touching," she says, digging her nails into my wrists hard enough to leave marks. "You had your turn. Now it's mine."
She rolls her hips, sliding along my length with deliberate slowness. Every movement drags her clit against my cock, and I can feel how wet she still is, how swollen. The friction is incredible and not nearly enough, a special kind of hell designed specifically for me.
"You're such a pretty alpha," she murmurs, leaning down so her lips hover just inches from mine. Close enough that I can feel her breath, taste the ghost of her, but not close enough to kiss. "Makes me want to sink my teeth into you."
The words should sound wrong coming from an omega about an alpha, but everything about Juniper defies conventional dynamics. She's a predator in prey's clothing, a wolf who learned to walk among sheep.
She grinds harder, faster, her pussy sliding along my cock with a wet sound that's obscene in the best way. I can feel myself pressed against my lower abdomen, her pussy lips parted around my shaft as she uses me for her pleasure.
"Please," I hear myself beg, and I don't even know what I'm begging for. To be inside her? To come? To die from this exquisite torture? All seem equally likely.
"Please what?" She rolls her hips in a particularly devastating way that makes my vision white out for a second. "Use your words, Doctor. Aren't you supposed to be articulate?"
"I need—" The words stick in my throat as she does something with her hips that should be illegal. "Fuck, Juniper, I need to come."
"Already?" She clicks her tongue in mock disappointment. "And here I thought you had such impressive control."
She leans down further, her lips almost touching mine. The scent of winter flowers and sex fills my lungs with every desperate breath.
"Kiss me," she commands, and who am I to refuse?
Our lips crash together, and it's nothing like I imagined. It's violent and tender, desperate and controlled, everything and nothing all at once. She tastes like Felix and me and herself, a cocktail of scents and need that short-circuits my brain.
And that's when I lose it.
I come with a groan that she swallows, my cock pulsing between us as I paint my own stomach with rope after rope of come.
The orgasm feels like it's being ripped from my soul, so intense I actually see stars.
My hands are still pinned above my head, her nails digging crescents into my wrists that I hope scar.
She pulls back from the kiss, looking down at me with satisfaction written across her face. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches between us, swiping her fingers through the come that's pooled on my abdomen and caught on the outside of her pussy.
Then she brings those fingers to her mouth.
I watch, completely transfixed, as she sucks them clean with the kind of thoroughness I just showed her pussy. Her eyes flutter closed, and she makes a sound of appreciation that goes straight to my spent cock.
"You taste like wine," she says, opening her eyes to meet mine. "Sweet and biting. Dangerous if you have too much."
She climbs off me with feline grace, leaving me sprawled on the floor like a crime scene. My usual composure is completely shattered, my clothes ruined, my mind trying to process what the fuck just happened.
Before she walks away, she bends down and picks up her torn panties, tossing them at me with a smirk. "Clean yourself up with those. Seems only fair."
"Where are you going?" I manage to ask, though my voice sounds like I've been gargling gravel.
"Gonna need a shower after all," she says, and I watch her hips sway as she disappears down the hallway, leaving me alone with the scent of sex and the taste of both omegas on my tongue.
I bring her panties to my nose, inhaling deeply like the pathetic creature I've become. The scent of her arousal mixed with Felix's come makes my cock twitch despite having just come harder than I have in my life.
These omegas are going to be the death of me.