Chapter 27 - Elias #4
My thighs twitch, my cock still leaking weakly against my stomach, my nails clawing uselessly at the sheets. I suck harder, cheeks hollowing around his fingers, whimpering into his hand like worship.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, spit slick across my lips, I’m panting. Wrecked. My throat raw, my body trembling. And he just leans lower, scarred mouth brushing the shell of my ear.
“You’ll wear a band one day,” he whispers. “Not on your finger. On your throat. A collar. So everyone knows whose you are.”
My sob breaks into a whimper so high it’s almost laughter, my eyes rolling back as I choke on the sound. “Yes, sir—fuck—please—”
His lips curl into a sharp grin against my skin. “Collared. Claimed. My pup forever. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” My voice shreds into a scream, my body jerking under him even though I’ve got nothing left to give. “Please, Captain—”
His chest rumbles against mine, growl low, satisfied. “Good boy. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything. But for now—”
He shifts his hips, cock grinding deep, still heavy inside me.
“—for now, you’ll keep me inside you until I decide to let you go.”
I collapse under him. Nothing but whimpers and sobs and trembling limbs while he stays buried deep, his weight crushing me into the mattress, his voice dragging me farther under with every filthy promise.
His hips don’t still. They drag—slow, lazy, deliberate—keeping me stretched, keeping me trembling around him with every inch he grinds deeper. I gasp with every shift, raw and shaky, but his weight pins me perfectly, his chest heavy on mine like I was built to lie beneath him forever.
His fingers tug my head back just enough that my throat’s bared, my lips parted. I sob quietly into his mouth when he lowers his eyes to mine and keeps moving inside me like he’s got nowhere else to be, like this is his favorite rhythm.
My own hands won’t let go. They’re clamped to his shoulders, nails digging through damp fabric, dragging down his back like if I release him, I’ll die. I don’t even try to fight it. I just cling, letting out wrecked little gasps against his scarred mouth, whispering “yes, sir” between every thrust.
“Pretty pup,” he rasps against my lips. His hips grind deeper, his cock dragging across that spot inside me until I’m trembling harder. “You think tonight’s the end? No. Tonight’s just the start. I’ll make you a legend, Elias. I’ll put you at center until the whole league fears your name.”
A whimper claws out of me, sharp and broken. My chest heaving against his weight. “Y-yes, Captain—”
His smirk curves across his scar, his breath hot against my mouth. “And when you’re done bleeding on the ice, when you come home to me—you’ll kneel. You’ll wear my chain around that pretty throat. Everyone will see who owns you.”
I sob his name without thinking, but he cuts me off with his mouth, swallowing the sound, pushing deeper, slower, grinding filth and promise into me with every snap of his hips.
“Legend on the ice,” he growls. “Collared off it. That’s what you are, pup. Mine everywhere.”
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. My nails claw helplessly at his back, my body convulsing around him, tears streaking hot down my temples. I whisper it into his mouth again and again—yes, sir, yes, Captain, yours, yours, always yours—until the words blur with my sobs.
He keeps moving. Lazy, steady, his knuckles at my scalp like that’s his favorite place to rest them. His breath brushes my lips between every filthy promise, every cruel vow of what he’ll make me on the ice and what he’ll chain me to off it.
And I can’t stop clinging. Can’t stop trembling. Can’t stop breaking.
Because he’s right.
I want it.
I want all of it.
“Breathe, pup,” he murmurs against my lips, like it’s the only thing that matters. His eyes never leave mine, his thumb stroking once against my scalp where his fist still clutches curls. “Good boy.”
A whimper tears out of me, high and pathetic. I don’t care. I nod into his chest, into his scarred mouth, into the heat of him pressing deeper inside me with every lazy thrust. “Y-yes, sir… “
“Perfect.” His mouth curves, but his voice softens—dangerous and steady all at once. “Perfect pup. Stay here. Right here with me.”
The rhythm slows even more, his cock just dragging deep enough to keep me trembling while he kisses me quiet. Not frantic, not rough. Just slow. Unyielding. His lips pressing into mine until my sobs fade into little gasps. Until my nails stop clawing and just hold.
And Christ—I melt.
My body finally gives, boneless under his weight. My ribs heave, my chest aches, my throat’s raw, but I’m safe. Pressed between the heat of him inside me and the rumble of his chest above me, I drift.
He kisses me until my lashes flutter, until my whimpers soften into broken exhales, until my eyes slip half-closed. His hand stays tangled in my hair, his hips still moving slow, lazy, like he’s rocking me to sleep on his cock.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips, softer now, dangerous even in gentleness. “Forever, pup. Sleep knowing that.”
My lips part on a wrecked little whisper. “Yes, Captain.”
And then I’m gone.
Sleep crashes through me, heavy and complete, while he holds me there—filled, clinging, ruined—and kisses me quiet through the dark.