Chapter 8
AND THEN THEY KISSED
Elias
His lips were warm and far softer than I thought they’d be.
I told him no funny business, but this didn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel like he was trying to get something out of me or trying to push us into something sexual. It felt… inevitable. Would we have found our way here anyway? Without me randomly lactating?
This felt deeper than I expected, and when Link’s lips softly parted, I took advantage, sweeping my tongue past them. I tasted myself on his tongue. Just the tiniest bit, something sweet mixing with his flavor.
I liked to think we would have found our way to each other just like this.
It was impossible not to. With the way Link went pliant in my hold, with the way he sank into the kiss. How he opened so willingly for me.
Tangling my fingers in his curls, I pulled him closer, holding him to me as we explored each other’s mouths. I needed this, and until this exact moment, I hadn’t realized how much.
Sure, our sex was hot. And Link drinking from me even more so. But this? This was something entirely different. This felt like a whole new world had opened up for us. Like we had built a new universe between his lips and mine—between his heart and mine.
We didn’t rush. We didn’t try to take it further. We just held each other in the darkness of Link’s room, learning each other in a new way.
I didn’t want this to end. Not now. Not ever. But it needed to, if for no other reason than we were both tired, and it was the middle of the night.
I sighed against his lips, slowly breaking our kiss.
He chased me, and I let him, but only for a minute, and then I pulled away and stared into his eyes.
There were so many emotions dancing in their warm brown depths that I couldn’t help myself; I cupped his face, drawing him back to me.
“Just one more,” I murmured against his lips, sighing when he gave in instantly.
His tongue swept over my lower lip, and a small whimper echoed in his throat. “You taste good,” he whispered.
I smiled into the kiss, and Link smiled back.
Reluctantly, I pulled back with a half-frustrated sigh. “As much as I hate to stop—because I want to kiss you for the rest of the night—I’m exhausted, and you’re exhausted. We should get some sleep.”
He nodded. “Okay. Will you stay in here? If we don’t get to kiss all night, the least you could do is stay.”
The joke was on him. I had zero plans to go anywhere. “Yes, I’ll stay here.”
After brushing an imaginary strand of hair off his face, I pulled him down until he was settled with his head resting on my chest. His fingers toyed lightly with my nipple in what almost seemed like a self-soothing gesture. It was sweet, and it made my heart beat frantically against my rib cage.
“Night, Link,” I whispered.
“Good night, Elias.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. I truly was exhausted, but I wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep yet. Not with the warmth of Link’s body soaking into mine and the weight of his head resting over my heart.
Eventually, his soft tweaking of my nipple ended, and his body went slack against mine, his hand resting over my pec. Unable to stop myself, I tilted my head down, burying my nose in his curls, and inhaled his spicy scent.
I fell asleep to the soft sounds of Link’s breathing, the scent of his hair, and the comfort of his body.
Link
The only reason I woke up was because of the sun shining through my window curtains. It blinded me, warming the skin on my face. When I could finally open my eyes all the way, I noticed that I was at the very edge of the bed, scarily close to falling off.
Furrowing my brows, I turned my head, only to see Elias completely starfished, his arms and legs spread out as far as humanly possible.
He was taking up the rest of the bed entirely.
I couldn’t help but smile at how his hair was sticking up in all different directions, some of the strands sweeping over his forehead.
His head was lying back against the pillow, tilted toward the ceiling, his mouth wide open as he snored softly.
I’d never found him so attractive.
One of his feet was all the way on my side, pushing me to the edge and acting as a boundary I couldn’t cross over. I tried to nudge him, gently pushing his leg in the other direction while hoping it’d trigger some sort of reflex to make him move.
Finally, after some more probing, he groaned and pulled his leg back into a relatively normal position. He looked so sweet and comfortable, I almost didn’t want to bother him.
Just as I scooted closer to him, he made some sleepy noises and rolled onto his side, facing me.
I waited until he settled down to get closer, stopping when I was right in front of him, his body heat radiating into me.
At some point during the night, he’d kicked the blankets off himself, forcing all of them on top of me.
Looking over his peaceful, sleeping face, I trailed my gaze over the curve of his eyebrows, studying each hair in them before traveling down the slope of his nose and across his perfect cupid’s bow.
On one side of his upper lip, the color arched further up than the other, breaking the societal idea that symmetry was needed in order to be beautiful. Elias was beautiful. He was perfectly imperfect, and to me that was perfection.
His scent seemed to be ten times stronger this morning—the scent that had changed so much, but I’d begun to follow on instinct. My alpha forced a low, rumbling growl.
His eyebrows knitted together just before his eyes opened, blinking a few times. “Mm, Link?”
“Morning.” God, he looked hot.
“What time is it?”
I peered over his shoulder to look at the alarm clock. “Almost noon.”
“We don’t work, do we?” His voice was raw and thick, deep with sleep.
“Nah, I would’ve woken you up earlier if that was the case.”
He closed his eyes, stretching his body and yawning almost directly in my face. He grimaced as he nuzzled back into the pillow beneath his head. “What’re you doing today?”
Shrugging, I shifted even closer to him. “Maybe we should go out and do something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Got any ideas?”
“It’s too early to have ideas.”
Lifting an eyebrow at him, I wrapped an arm around his middle, tugging him into me. His skin was so fucking warm. “I don’t think noon is very early.”
“You know what I mean.” He groaned, reaching up to massage his pec. “Ugh, before we figure any of that out, you’re gonna have to do something about this. Or else I’m going to be walking around with a suspiciously stained shirt.”
I was already shifting down before he’d completely finished his sentence. “You know I’ve got that covered.”
Elias tangled his fingers in my hair. “For me, Link. Be a good boy and empty my chest, but I haven’t even gotten a chance to shower, so I don’t want any funny business.”
Looking up at him, I smirked as I replaced his hand with mine, kneading his pec. “Okay.” I stuck my tongue out, flattening it against his nipple, encouraging the sweet milk out.
“Fuck, the way you’re so eager. So good for me.” He sighed, pressing against the back of my head.
It didn’t take much to coax the milk out, gulping it down as it came. Elias was moaning softly, mostly from the relief of our first session of the day. I knew he must’ve felt so full, and I wanted to be a very good boy for him.
No, I wouldn’t let myself think about that too hard.
Once one side was drained, I popped off his nipple and eagerly lapped up some of the milk that had started to leak from his other one. I flattened my tongue, preparing to wrap my lips around it, when Elias tugged on my hair, forcing my head back.
He looked down at me. “Be gentler. Take your time. If you’re good, you might get something special later.”
I tried to nod, but his grip was too tight on my hair. “Yes, okay.”
He released me, letting me suck his nipple into my mouth—gentler this time. I did just as he said, taking my time to drain him dry, getting lost in the rhythmic movements. Suck, suck, pull, pull. I closed my eyes, getting fuller by the second.
I drank until he tugged me away, cupping the side of my face.
“You did a very good job, Link. You’re a very good boy.
” I preened at the praise, raising myself up just as he leaned down to capture my lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
“I’ll have to get up and shower either way, but do you have any ideas about where you wanna go yet? ”
No, but I was wondering if he’d let me shower with him.