Chapter 23 Claire
Claire
It’s years of feelings bottled up and exploding like a cork pulled from Champagne on New Year’s as I kiss Elliot for the first time.
He tastes rich and slightly smoky and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth.
Elliot Smith loves me and now that I know the reason he hasn’t acted on his feelings in all this time, it’s lifted a weight off of me.
I’ll need to circle back to the part where he said he watched me from afar, especially considering his stalker-like habits on the ship, but I don’t give a shit. I want him and it feels so right. Well, mostly.
Everything would be especially perfect if Wells and Forrest were here too and all our scents were mixed up and everyone was knotting me, kissing me, worshiping me.
Elliot pulls back slightly, and I lick my lips and slowly open my eyes. He pushes my hair off my face and really looks at me.
I don’t want his concern. I want him; I want his knot; I want my pack.
He goes to open his mouth and speak, and I shut him up by pressing our lips together again.
Elliot kisses like I thought he would. He dominates, takes, and is all-consuming. Just how I like my Alphas, I suppose.
“Fuck, baby,” he says in between kisses and the pet name has me soaking fucking wet.
He’s used the same nickname my brothers do, Claire Bear, and my real name obviously before, but baby? It’s all I ever want to hear him call me for the rest of time.
“Touch me,” I say, shamelessly shifting underneath my dress and grabbing the hem of my panties and tugging them off to the balcony floor
When I look up at Elliot with heavily-lidded eyes, his pupils are so blown that I can barely see the beautiful green that’s haunted me for years.
He doesn’t hesitate, sliding a hand between my legs and drags his fingers through my slick. I moan as he does, and he rests his head on my shoulder, rubbing his scent into my skin.
It feels like I’m about to explode, like I’m getting everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m not exactly sure what to do with it.
I just know that I want everything Elliot has to give me right now.
All my Omega instincts are screaming at me to scent mark the shit out of him, to claim him so he can’t run away and so that everyone else on this ship knows that he’s finally mine.
His palm rubs my clit as his fingers slip in and out of me. It’s all happening fast, but it feels slow considering just how long I’ve waited for this to happen.
My ass is pressed against the glass of the balcony, the handrail digging into my back. I grip the back of his neck, my fingers grazing the curls on his nape that I love so much.
Elliot kisses me everywhere his mouth can touch, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin and it’s still not enough.
I guide his head to my chest and he uses his free hand to pull down the stretchy top of the peasant dress, exposing my breasts to the humid tropic air.
The tan lines on my skin are stark, but Elliot doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s into it as he leans forward, taking me into his mouth as his hand continues to work me.
Finally I’m being worshiped by the man I’ve wanted for so fucking long.
He curls his long, thick fingers inside me and it sends a reckless shiver through me. I’m fucking close. So fucking close.
“I’m gonna come,” I rasp out, and he groans as he pulls away from my breast so he can watch my face. He’s so handsome. He could have been famous like the rest of his family if he wanted, but he’s always been quieter and more private.
My eyes stay glued to his as my lips part, and I whisper his name with my release. Slick coats his fingers and when he slips them out of me, he holds them up in the air, the sun glistening against my release before he slides them into his mouth.
His eyes shut as he tastes me and he moans in pleasure.
A flush takes over me and all I can think about is how I should have him bond with me right now, make it official so he can’t take any of this shit back.
If you asked me why I did it, I couldn’t give you a sane answer, but I spin on my heel, grab the railing, and present myself to this Alpha.
Fuck, maybe Forrest and Wells were right to be concerned that I was showing signs of going into heat. I don’t care. All I need is for this beautiful Alpha to give me his knot and solidify this feeling between us.
“Claire,” Elliot whispers my name as he grabs my hip.
My tits are out, greeted by the lazy summer breeze and if a boat zooms by in the water, they’re certainly about to get a show, but I don’t care.
Let them see that he’s mine.
“Please,” I beg. I know I said I wouldn’t beg him, but that was about him staying on the ship. I made no promises about begging for knots.
He rests his forehead in between my shoulders, and when the sound of his zipper going down hits my ears, I know I’ve won. Relief and red hot need is sizzling through me as his cock presses at my entrance from behind.
“You’re su—”
“I need my Alpha,” I blurt out before he can finish.
He won’t deny me.
And he doesn’t. I’m so wet and ready that when he grabs my hip and pushes inside me, there’s no resistance, just absolute clarity and bliss.
I moan into the open air, not giving a single fuck if someone else is on their balcony or watching from the island in the distance.
Let them hear; let them see that he’s mine.
He’s finally fucking mine.
Elliot thrusts behind me, my grip on the railing tight as my breasts bounce and his hips slap against my ass. It’s frenzied, a complete claiming from both of us, and it soothes something deep inside me I didn’t know was fractured.
I nearly feel whole as he grunts behind me.
“Fucking perfect. I knew nothing would ever feel as good. Fuck, baby, this pussy is heaven.”
He’s so right.
All I can do is pant a wanton moan and damn? Did it get hotter out here?
Those thoughts slip away as he presses in harder, his knot slipping inside me and giving me the stretch I was so fucking desperate for.
Elliot Smith knots me with the most masculine whimper I’ve ever heard and I fall apart, gushing around his cock with a loud cry.
He leans forward, resting his head on my back as we both breathe. He pulls my top back over my breasts and holds me, thankfully, cause I’m pretty sure I was about to keel over.
Slowly he walks us backwards, delicately moving our bodies so he can sit on the lounge chair. He takes care to readjust my dress and I sit on his lap where we’re knotted.
There’s no escaping the impulsive moment, and we’re both quiet for a short period, his hands holding my thighs as we look out at the crystalline water.
I begged him to knot me after he said all the right things and declared he was in love with me, but as we sit there my anxiety starts to swallow me whole.
What if we did this and he changes his mind? What if I’ve finally had him the way I’ve wanted him for as long as I remember and he can’t deal with pack life? What if I pushed him into this and he resents me for it?
“It’s okay, Claire,” Elliot says, running his hands down my arms, trying to be soothing, but his touch is just making me panic even more.
I’ve wanted him to touch me for so long, to choose me, and now I know why he’s stayed away and it’s a valid reason. It has nothing to do with his attraction or feelings toward me; it has everything to do with how he fundamentally wants to live his life.
The moment he said he wanted me, it’s like I lost all rational thought. I wanted him to smell like me; I wanted to prove that this was real.
But what if in choosing me, I change him? What if he regrets this choice later on?
“Baby, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere,” he says again, this time wrapping his arms tightly around me and lightly squeezing.
The pressure of his embrace slowly neutralizes my nervous system. I think about Wells and Forrest, which has some guilt simmering up my throat.
Wells seems to understand my feelings for Elliot, and Forrest said he was willing to do whatever it takes, but I don’t think either of them thought I was going to take Elliot to my room and beg for his knot.
I didn’t plan it, fuck, I wasn’t thinking. It was like every single Omega instinct was driving me a few minutes ago, and now I’m here trying to manage the fallout.
“I’m here, Claire,” Elliot assures me. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out.”
“I don’t know if we should have done that so soon,” I reply, and his chest rumbles behind me.
“It was long overdue, and this ship is making everyone fucking feral. I loved being inside you. I’ll never be the same again,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
“I’m actually kind of annoyed that we could have been doing that for a lot longer if you weren’t so stubborn,” I say, grabbing his hand and toying with his knuckles. “Your timing for admitting that I’m perfect and you’re in love with me is later than it should have been.”
I can feel him smile against my shoulder, his warm skin pressed against mine.
“Better late than never,” he says, pressing another kiss to my skin, inhaling deeply. He sighs, scent marking me. “I’m really going to try, Claire, with everything I have. I’ll learn how to be in a pack for you. I won’t try to run from this ever again.”
I swallow thickly, shifting my weight, and he moans as I adjust myself on his knot.
When he releases us and a ridiculous amount of slick and cum spills out of me, I turn around on his lap and look at his face.
I lick my lips, dirty thoughts spiraling back into my head, and my brows furrow.
God, my heat is probably closer than I thought it was.
The part of me that wants to get knotted by this man again and then the other part of me that’s trying to be logical about the current situation we’re in are completely at odds with themselves.
“Let’s get cleaned up so you can formally introduce me to Forrest and Wells so we can figure out where to go from here,” he says, being logical for the both of us and I’m grateful as I nod.
Elliot cups both sides of my face and kisses me gently, stealing both of our breath away. He rests his forehead against mine and sighs.
“I’m sorry it took me this long, that I hurt you, Claire.
For the rest of my life I’m going to make sure all you feel from me is how badly I want you, how badly I’ve always wanted you.
I can’t say it’s going to be an easy adjustment, but I do promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I want to be,” he says.
I want to believe him, and take him at his word.
“I want lots of apology presents and sexual favors,” I tell him and he smiles.
“That I can do. Now go get cleaned up before I change my mind and hoard you all to myself in here.” As he says it, I can tell the idea of hanging out with Wells and Forrest isn’t what he wants to do, but he’s willing to do it for me.
I want him a part of this pack, something I didn’t think I could have. If we want to make this work, it seems that I’ll need to teach these Alphas that caring is sharing.
I can handle that…I think.