Chapter 36 Elias
Elias
I’ve been planning this for days.
The music is ready on my phone. I’ve practiced the moves in private, though Archer caught me once and hasn’t stopped mocking me since.
I can’t stop staring at Blue, and when I am not blatantly staring at her, I’m thinking about her… fantasizing about her.
She’s sitting on the porch of her lake cabin, legs dangling off the edge, watching the sunset reflect off the water.
She doesn’t know I’m here yet. I’ve been keeping watch, making sure she’s safe, but today I’m standing in the tree line like some creeper, holding a portable speaker behind my back and trying to work up the courage to go through with this absolutely ridiculous plan.
This is what she’s reduced me to. I, Elias, the charming, overconfident one, the one who’s never had trouble with the ladies, am hiding in the trees with sweaty palms like a schoolboy.
“You going to stand there all night?” she calls without turning around.
Shit.
I step out from the trees, trying to look casual. “Just admiring the view.”
“Uh-huh.” She turns, and there’s that half-smile that drives me crazy. “What’s behind your back?”
“A-uh, a surprise.”
She narrows her eyes. “I don’t like surprises.”
“You liked the fireflies,” I counter.
Her cheeks flush at the memory, and I can’t help but grin now.
We haven’t talked about that kiss since it happened, but I think about it constantly.
The feel of her hands on my chest as she grabbed my shirt.
The sweet berry taste of her lips on my tongue, and the small satisfied sound she made when I wrapped her in my arms, and our bodies pressed close.
“Come on,” I say. “All you need to do is sit there while I blow your mind.”
“With what exactly?”
“My superior dance moves.”
Before she can protest, I set the speaker down and get into position.
“What are you doing, Elias?”
“Hold on to your panties, Blue, because you’re about to be hit with Magic Elias.” I hit play. The opening beats of “Pony” by Ginuwine fill the air, and I give myself a mental pep talk.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh, my god. You’re not serious.”
I am absolutely serious.
I roll my hips, slow and deliberate, matching the beat. Her mouth drops open. I run my hands down my chest, then turn around, looking over my shoulder as I execute a body roll. When I face her again, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it just enough to show a strip of skin above my jeans.
Her scent shifts to the sweetest berry pie.
“Stop it right now,” she says, but she’s laughing, her cheeks flushed pink.
I ignore her, moving closer, dropping to my knees, and crawling toward her with exaggerated sensuality. When I reach her, I place my hands on either side of her thighs and thrust my hips in a slow, deliberate motion.
“I’m going to murder you,” she says, but her eyes are glued to my body.
I stand up in one fluid movement and pull my shirt off completely, tossing it at her face. She catches it reflexively, and I can see her fingers tighten around the fabric.
“Like what you see?” I ask, flexing unnecessarily.
“I’ve seen better,” she says, but her scent betrays her.
I wink, running my hands down my bare chest. “Come on, Blueberry. You know you want a ride.”
Before I can process what’s happening, Blue has launched herself at me.
Her small body collides with mine, and I let the momentum take us to the ground.
She’s straddling me, thighs gripping my hips, face inches from mine, and the music is still playing, but I can barely hear it over the blood rushing in my ears.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” she says, but her voice is husky, her pupils blown wide.
I grin up at her. “You like it.”
“Shut up.” She grabs my face between her hands and crashes her mouth against mine.
This kiss is nothing like the firefly clearing. That was sweet. This is hungry and desperate. Her tongue slides against mine, and I moan into her mouth. My hands find her hips, pulling her harder against me, and she grinds down, creating friction that makes my head swim.
“Fuck,” I gasp when she pulls back to breathe.
She laughs, “You like that, Dandelion?”
Her hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my chest, nails scraping down my stomach. I arch up into her touch, my hips moving on their own, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of her. She rocks against me, and the motion sends sparks up my spine.
“Is this what you wanted?” she asks, her voice breathy as she grinds down again. “To get me all worked up with your ridiculous dance?”
“Working, isn’t it?” I can barely get the words out.
She leans down, her lips brushing my ear. “Shut up.”
I flip us over, pinning her beneath me on the porch. For a second, I worry I’ve crossed a line. An alpha pinning an omega who’s been through what she has. She looks startled for a moment, but then she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer.
“Don’t stop,” she says against my mouth.
I roll my hips against hers, and the friction makes both of us gasp. Even through our clothes, I can feel how hot she is, how perfectly we fit together. My wolf is howling inside me, urging me to claim her, mark her, make her mine. But I hold back. This is Blue’s show. Her pace. Her choice.
She arches up, meeting my movements, her hands clutching my shoulders. I kiss down her neck, careful not to leave marks, though my wolf protests. When I find the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, she makes a sound that nearly undoes me.
“You’re killing me,” I say against her skin.
“Good.” She tugs my hair, pulling my mouth back to hers.
We’re both panting now, moving together, the friction building with each thrust. She’s grinding up against me like she needs this more than air, and I match her pace, pressing her harder into the wooden porch.
“Elias,” she pants against my mouth, “There. Right there.”
I can feel her trembling beneath me, her thighs tightening around my waist as I rock against her. The pressure is building, coiling tighter with each movement. Her hands are in my hair, pulling almost painfully, but I don’t care.
“I’m close,” she says, her eyes wild. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. My hips move faster, harder, the denim between us creating the perfect friction. She arches up, her body going taut.
Then she breaks. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth pops open, and she shudders against me. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me, and I bury my face in her neck to muffle my groan.
She pushes at my chest, and I roll off her, collapsing beside her on the ground. We lie there side by side, looking up at the sky, going dark.
“Your dancing still sucks,” she says after a minute.
“That’s not what your body just told me.”
She punches my arm. “Shut up.”
“Make me,” I say, turning my head to look at her.
The smile she gives me is slow and wicked. “Maybe later.”
Later. There’s going to be a later.
I reach over and take her hand, lacing our fingers together. She doesn’t pull away; instead, she nuzzles into me.
The song ended long ago, but I can still feel the rhythm of it humming in my blood.