Chapter 11
I LIKE (LOVE) YOU
Elias
There was a reason omegas lost their minds for a knot. Sure, it was a tight fit for me. But it felt so fucking good. I could barely even think past the pleasure. It was indescribable. Unreal. And because it was Link? Fuck, somehow so much better.
Wait, he’d asked me a question.
I nodded, and our noses brushed together. “Yes. You did so good. My good, sweet boy.”
I just wanted to be closer to him, even though we were locked together in what was basically the most intimate way.
I pressed closer, gasping when his knot tugged on my rim.
“Closer,” I mumbled, inhaling deeply so I could take in the smell of his sweet skin.
He smelled like him, but also like me, and a little like sex and sweat. It was good. So good. It was perfect.
His hands left my face, and he wrapped his arms around me like a vise, squeezing me closer to him. Yes. That. Better. I sighed, melting into the heat of his body.
We just stayed that way, with me melted into him and his arms around me, his knot stretching me until it started to go down.
When I could, I sat back and made eye contact with him. “I like you.”
Link’s eyes blew wide. “I like you too.”
I shook my head. “No, I mean like I like you, like you.”
He laughed. “What are we? Twelve?”
“Hush, puppy.” I shook my head, trying to get my wayward thoughts under control before taking a deep breath. “I think I might be falling in love with you, like you.”
To my surprise, Link scoffed. “You think you might be? Catch up, Elias. I’m fucking gone for you. How are you not?”
I blinked at him in surprise. “Really? I thought this was just…” I trailed off, not really knowing how to finish that sentence.
“Sex?” he guessed. “You thought it was just sex?”
I shrugged. “Kind of.”
“Jesus.”
“Can you blame me? I mean, really.”
He shook his head. “I go to my knees for you, Elias.” He leaned forward, nuzzling my cheek. “I beg for the privilege of having your sweet milk on my tongue.” His lips coasted over my jaw, and I inhaled a sharp breath. “I worship you. Of course it’s not just sex.”
My stupid heart swelled. “Really?”
Link sat back, staring at me with confusion in his eyes. “Yes, really.”
Holy fuck. Well, I certainly felt less stupid for my feelings now. “What are we gonna do about it?”
He cocked his head, not unlike an adorable puppy. “Do about what?”
“Our feelings.” I waved a hand through the air, like it could somehow encompass everything.
Link’s eyebrows drew together. “I don’t know. I kind of figured we’d just do this for the rest of our lives, you know?”
“This?” Why did I sound like an idiot?
He nodded. “Yeah. This. All the things we’re already doing. Only now with love and shit.”
My heart was trying to crawl out of my chest, but that actually sounded good… Really good. “I’m not very good at talking about my feelings.”
Link snorted a laugh. “No shit.”
I shoved at his arm. “Alright, puppy. Don’t be a brat.”
“Tell you what,” he said, locking eyes with me. “You move into my room, and I won’t be a brat anymore.”
“That doesn’t seem—”
“For at least five minutes a day.”
Ah, yes. That made much more sense.
“Just five minutes?” I asked, grinning at him.
He shrugged. “I could push it, I guess.”
My cock stirred at the thought, and I slid my fingers into his hair, grabbing the strands tightly in my fist so I could jerk his head back. He whimpered at the movement, his body going limp immediately. “You could push it, and then I’d just have to put you in your place.”
Link whimpered again, and it thrummed in my veins. “Is that what you want?” I asked softly, leaning in close to his ear. “You want to act out so I can put you in your place?”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Louder, puppy.”
“Yes, Elias. That’s what I want. Fuck yes.”
I moved his head, manhandling him until I could rest my forehead against his, then I rubbed our noses together. There’d be time to tame my little brat later. At that moment, I just wanted something softer. A little sweeter.
Link exhaled a slow breath, and I brushed my lips over his in a barely there kiss.
“Kiss me, puppy.”
His breath hitched, then he tilted his head forward and sealed his lips over mine. It felt different this time. We’d shared unhurried kisses before, but not like this. Not after confessions of maybe, possibly, definitely love. It was everything.
I loosened my grip on his hair, and instead of yanking, I ran my palm over the curly strands, deepening our kiss.
It didn’t feel real, but somehow, a fucked-up hormonal imbalance had ended up being the best thing to ever happen to me.
Link
We weren’t in my room, but I’d take what I could get. Elias had fallen asleep in my arms last night, letting me soak up his scent as much as my heart desired. Lazy mornings could quickly become my next favorite thing to do with him.
Especially lazy mornings with his nipple in my mouth, milk trickling down my throat during an early morning chestfeed. I hummed against his skin, letting my eyes flutter closed as he petted the back of my head.
I waited to pull away until it was hard to get any milk, and Elias patted me on the head, sighing contently. “Thank you, puppy.”
Burying my face in his chest, I breathed him in while I still had the chance. “We have to go to work.”
“Yeah, we do.”
“I wanna stay here. Right here.”
“I know. Me too.”
“It’s not fair.”
He chuckled, which also wasn’t very fair. “Well, we have to go, or we’ll both get fired.”
“But I love you.” The words came out muffled against him. I liked that I could say them—that I finally had words to convey how I felt about him. I’d been so infatuated with him for so long, and none of the words I could think of to explain it made any sense.
Everything made sense now.
Elias pulled me away from his chest, lifting my head until our eyes could meet. “Oh, puppy. You know I love you too.” At the slight tug of his hands, I leaned forward easily and melted into his kiss.
But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was the type of kiss that felt like a break.
A moment where I could let my shoulders fall and let the world keep going instead of rushing to get ahead of time.
There was no need—time could wait. I had Elias here, and he was all I needed.
He was everything I’d ever need from now until the end of time.
When we parted, I was smiling—until he decided to tap my bicep. “Now get up, pup. We gotta get ready.”
I groaned and rolled onto the other side of the bed. “This fucking sucks.”
“And you do too. Really well, actually, but you won’t be able to prove that to me later if you don’t get up.”
Yep. I’d definitely love him until the end of time.