Chapter 34 – ELIAS #2
I work my cock into her with agonizing slowness, inch by torturous inch, until I'm finally seated fully inside her. We both groan at the sensation—her because she's finally filled, me because being inside her feels like coming home and being set on fire simultaneously.
"Move," she demands, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough that I know I'll have marks tomorrow. Good. I want them. Want evidence that this happened, that she let me have this. I've been jealous of the claw marks our little hellcat left on Archer for days now.
But I don't move. Not the way she wants.
Instead, I pull out just as slowly as I pushed in, until only the tip remains, then slide back in with the same deliberate pace.
It's probably the slowest fuck in the history of fucking, and judging by the sounds she's making, it's driving her absolutely insane.
"Elias, please," she begs, and there are actual tears rolling down her cheeks now. "Please, I need more, need it harder, need?—"
"You need exactly what I'm giving you," I tell her, maintaining that steady, glacial pace even though my balls are so tight I might actually die.
"You need to feel every inch of my cock.
Need to memorize how it feels when I'm inside you.
Need to understand that I might be patient, might be controlled, but I can wreck you just as thoroughly as anyone else. "
She makes a sound that's pure frustration and arousal mixed together, her pussy clenching around me in waves that test every ounce of my control. "Please," she whispers, and it's different this time. Not demanding, not challenging, just pure need. "Please, Elias. I can't—I need?—"
"I know." I lean down to kiss her, tasting tears and desperation. "And I'm going to give it to you."
I pick up the pace just slightly, still not pounding into her but actually fucking her now instead of that torturous slide. The change is enough to make her sob with relief, her whole body shaking as she finally gets the friction she needs.
"That's when I notice we have an audience.
Carlisle's standing in the doorway, fully dressed and looking perfectly put together as always, watching us with those blue eyes that miss nothing. He's got a water bottle in one hand and that dangerous smile playing at his lips.
"Don't stop on my account," he says when I pause mid-thrust. "This is fascinating."
Juniper turns her head to look at him, and instead of being embarrassed or telling him to fuck off, she moans. Actually moans at being watched, her pussy clenching around me hard enough to make me see stars.
"You like that," I observe, starting to move again. "Like him watching while I fuck you and make you beg."
"Yes," she admits, no shame in her voice at all. "Fuck, I… I like being watched."
"Such an exhibitionist," Carlisle murmurs, moving into the room and settling in the chair Bane vacated earlier. "Our perfect little hellcat who gets off on an audience."
The knowledge that Carlisle's watching, that he's seeing me take her apart with slow deliberation, makes something competitive wake up in me. I want him to see that I can destroy her just as thoroughly as he can, just with different methods.
I shift the angle, making sure I'm hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, and the sounds she makes are pornographic.
Carlisle's breathing gets heavier, and I can see him adjusting himself through his pants, but he doesn't pull his cock out.
Just watches with that intense focus he usually reserves for planning murders.
"She's close," he observes clinically. "Look at how her thighs are shaking. How her breathing's gone all high and desperate. She's right on the edge."
He's right. I can feel it in the way her pussy flutters around me, the way her nails dig deeper into my shoulders, the way she's babbling my name mixed with pleas and curses.
"You want to come?" I ask her, still maintaining that steady pace that's driving her insane.
"Yes! Fuck, yes, please, I need?—"
I stop moving entirely, buried deep inside her, and she actually screams in frustration.
"Elias!" It comes out as half sob, half snarl. "You fucking?—"
"Ask Carlisle," I tell her, the words surprising me as much as they surprise her. "Ask him if you're allowed to come."
Her head whips toward Carlisle, those hazel eyes wild and desperate. "Carlisle, please, tell him to let me come. I need it so bad, I can't?—"
"Hmm." Carlisle pretends to consider, tapping his chin thoughtfully while she literally shakes with need. "I don't know. You've been quite demanding. Perhaps you need to learn patience."
"I'll be patient!" she promises desperately. "I'll be so fucking patient, just please, please let me come!"
Carlisle and I exchange a look, and there's understanding there. We might be completely different in our approaches, but we're both fast learners and tonight has been a crash course in learning how to please our omega.
"Make her earn it," Carlisle suggests, that smile turning wicked. "She's been getting everything she wants all night. Maybe it's time she worked for it."
I start moving again, but now I'm making her do the work. I stay still and let her fuck herself on my cock, watching her struggle to find the right angle from below, the right rhythm, while her body shakes with exhaustion and need.
"That's it," I encourage as she rises and falls against my cock, her thighs trembling with the effort. "Show us how badly you want it. Show us what a desperate little omega you are."
"Such a pretty picture," Carlisle adds from his chair. "Our hellcat reduced to this. Crying and begging and working so hard for her pleasure."
She's sobbing now, actual tears streaming down her face as she bucks up into me with increasingly frantic movements. Every time she gets close, I slow her down with my hands on her hips, making her maintain that steady pace that's not quite enough to tip her over.
"Please," she gasps, and she's looking at both of us now, bouncing between Carlisle and me like she's not sure who has the power to end her torture. "Please, I'll do anything, I just need?—"
"Anything?" Carlisle asks, and there's something dark in his voice that makes my cock twitch inside her.
"Anything," she confirms desperately.
Carlisle looks at me, and I nod. We've tortured her enough. More than enough, really.
"Come," I command, slamming into her at the same time, hitting that spot inside her with enough force to make her whole body seize.
She comes with a scream that probably wakes the dead, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as her whole body convulses. I fuck her through it, drawing it out, making it last until she's nothing but aftershocks and whimpers.
But I'm not done.
I flip us over, putting her on her stomach in the nest, and start fucking her properly now. Hard, deep thrusts that make her whole body jolt, that make those perfect breasts bounce, that make her throw her head back in ecstasy.
"Elias," she gasps, and I can feel another orgasm building in her already. "I don't know if I—it's too much?—"
"You can," I tell her, reaching around to rub her clit with every thrust now. "You're going to come again. Going to come on my cock while Carlisle watches. Going to show us both what a perfect little omega you are."
She does. She comes again with my name on her lips, her pussy milking my cock with rhythmic contractions that finally break my control. I slam into her one last time, my knot already swelling as I empty myself inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere primal.
The expansion of my knot locks us together, and she makes this sound of pure satisfaction, like this is exactly what she needed. What she wanted.
"Fuck," she breathes, her head dropping sideways onto the pillow, looking absolutely wrecked in the best way. Her hair's a disaster, her lips swollen, her skin flushed and marked with passionate touches from various alphas. She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.
"Indeed," Carlisle agrees from his chair, looking far too composed for someone who just watched me edge our omega for the better part of an hour. "That was quite the performance."
Juniper laughs, but it's exhausted, satisfied. "Glad you enjoyed the show."
I shift us carefully, pulling her back against my chest while we're still locked together. She makes a contented sound, already half-asleep from exhaustion and endorphins.
"Rest," I tell her, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck where I fully intend on marking her. Just not yet. "We've got at least twenty minutes."
She's asleep within seconds, her breathing evening out as she drifts off with my knot still buried inside her. It's incredibly intimate, this vulnerability, this trust that she can sleep while we're connected like this.
Carlisle moves closer, settling on the edge of the nest with careful movements that won't disturb her.
"She's accepting us," he observes quietly, watching her sleep with something that might be tenderness if I didn't know him better.
Then again, this omega brings out something new in all of us.
"The pack, I mean. You can see it in how she responds, how she trusts. "
He sounds fascinated, like he's studying a scientific subject he's particularly attached to. But love always looks like obsession for someone as far removed from normal humanity as Carlisle is. I would know.
"Felix is another matter entirely," I point out, keeping my voice low. The other omega hasn't made an appearance since earlier, and that absence feels significant.
"Felix is..." Carlisle pauses, seeming to search for words, which is unusual for him. "Felix is driven by something darker than preservation. Revenge, perhaps. Or obligation. He might never accept us. He tolerates us because she needs us, but that may be all it ever is."
"You sound certain."
"I recognize the look in his eyes." Carlisle's smile turns sharp, dangerous. "It's the same one I see in the mirror. The look of someone who's already dead, just waiting for their body to catch up."
That's... unsettling. But also probably accurate.
And the truth of it makes my soul ache, because even if we've only just found these omegas, even if Carlisle is right and Felix never wants anything to do with us, I care for him.
And I can't help but be worried, even if that's the last thing he'd want.
"So what do we do?" I ask, absently stroking Juniper's hair while she sleeps.
"We wait," Carlisle says simply. "We take care of her, we give him space, and we see what happens. Either he'll come around, or he won't. Either way, she's ours now."
Looking down at Juniper sleeping peacefully against my chest, my knot still locked inside her, her nest smelling like all of us mixed together, I can't help but agree.
She's ours.
We just have to wait and see if Felix will ever be too.