Chapter 16
“You’re bleeding. Stop moving around.” Elias leaned forward, swiping the cloth over my nose.
“I can do it myself,” I mumbled, swinging my legs off the edge of his bathroom counter where he’d perched me. A very nice fucking bathroom, similarly styled to the one in my borrowed bedroom.
“Stop moving, Briar,” he snapped, turning the faucet on and rinsing the fabric.
“You’re extra moody today.” My tone was nasally.
His eyebrow twitched along with the corner of his mouth, offering me a peek of the man who I had encountered the first day I showed up at The Bordello. So carefully, he cleaned around my nose.
“Is something bothering you?”
His green gaze flicked to mine.
“You.”
That was all he said.
I raised an eyebrow.
“I told you I could do it myself.”
He grunted. I kept studying him. This man held nothing of the suave player I’d heard about, the one I’d faced during our first interaction.
Elias inhaled, sharp and raggedly. His features softened.
Again with the sniffing. It wasn’t lost on me how often they smelled me. With all the Omegas they fucked, I imagined it was a kink of theirs, but that intensity and focus made me think . . . hope, it was more.
“You want me.”
His sharp laugh cut through my heart. My face warmed with searing heat, but I didn’t let it cripple me. I lifted my chin, and it brought my lips close to his. He didn’t move, freezing with his eyes wide.
“I know you want me. Denying it only makes you look like an idiot.” I tipped my chin up, holding Elias’ gaze. His lips parted and closed, and anger flitted over his features.
“And what?” he hissed. “You think you can satisfy something another Omega can’t?”
His abrupt words sliced at me again, and this time, I couldn’t hide my flinch.
He drew back suddenly and raked his hand through his hair, flattening it back.
“Listen, we have to stand you for however long it takes while—”
“I got it,” I interrupted. I hopped off the bathroom countertop, ignoring how my body rubbed down his, and especially how he inhaled.
“Sorry,” he blurted. I stopped in the middle of his bedroom. If I walked out, I’d never get answers about their mercurial behavior. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, clearer but just as rushed with what sounded like panic.
There was no point in staying mad. I sighed and turned around. Once I had them in the rearview mirror, I wouldn’t have another thought of them.
Surrrrre.
I pushed away the doubt.
“You’re an asshole, you know?”
“I know,” he muttered. He shuffled a few steps closer and rubbed the back of his neck. The sheepishness was what did me in.
“Admit it.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“Admit you want me.” I cocked my head as he stiffened and strode past me. I stayed silent while he hesitated by his door. Him stopping before walking through told me he’d given in.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. What was I doing, risking temptation like this?
It’s just fucking.
Was it, though?
I went directly to the edge of his bed and sat, resting my hands on the down comforter.
He looked over his shoulder, his attention landing on mine. His fist clenched so hard his arm muscle twitched, making the veins on the back of his hand jump.
His control frayed; I could see it in his face.
In a slow turn, he faced me, stepping toward me like there were thousand-pound weights on his feet. If he didn’t want me, I wouldn’t force it, but his desire was clear in those green irises.
Then, he stood in front of me, and it was like a dam had ruptured. I hooked my fingers into his belt, my knuckles rubbing against the cotton of his tucked-in shirt. He hovered, breathing hard, like he didn’t know how to proceed—paralyzed.
Still, his hunger was palpable.
He hooked a finger into the front of my pajama top.
“Take this off.” He started to yank, and I pressed my hand over his, stopping him.
“You haven’t earned it.” His cock bulged even more.
Slick accumulated, an embarrassing amount, but I quickly stifled it.
I wanted to see this angry Alpha eat me.
I pulled my shorts down until they pooled at my ankles.
He watched, his chest heaving, a dazed look crossing his expression. Elias looked close to losing himself.
I leaned back, propped up on my palms, and spread my legs. “Get between my legs.”
He dropped to his knees with a thud. With me perched on the bed, he leaned forward, his palms sliding over my thighs, focusing on my wet sex, bracketed by a trimmed tuft of hair.
“Lick me.” He groaned, and his control snapped, lowering his head to glide his thick tongue up my slit.
I gasped, and it sent him into a flurry, eating my pussy. Thrusting his tongue inside me in a mimicry of fucking. His palms flexed on my ass, and he snarled against my core, dragging me to the end of the bed, feasting like a starving man.
My head fell back, mouth parting with my cries and gasps mingling into each other. His tongue didn’t stop its pace. Heat seared my belly, and I couldn’t stop grinding my hips to meet his mouth.
Elias pressed even closer to me, closer than I thought possible, rubbing his face against my sopping pussy. The bed jostled, and it took me a moment to realize he was humping the bed, his movements so harsh, they shook the bed and me.
He moaned again with his eyes closed and fingers pinching into my ass. He feasted.
“Oh. Oh,” I cried. “Elias.”
His shoulders trembled, and he made a deep, needy sound. Like a hum mingling with an Alpha purr. So much slick dripped from me, it made every one of his licks sound wet.
“Elias,” I whimpered, the swell of my lust reaching its pinnacle.
Elias’ free hand reached up, and with a snap of his wrist, he tore my shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere and exposing my breasts.
My orgasm slapped into me, my pussy clenching so hard, slick squirted from my sex.
I could only watch Elias’ face being coated in my need as he finished devouring me. It was so fucking hot.
I came down from the painful release, my toes cramping in their curled state. But I gave zero fucks, the pleasure was too good.
Elias grunted, and the rocking of the bed slowed as his head fell back, his damp lips parted. I was still riding out the orgasm that had wracked my frame, my channel clamping on nothing.
I was fisting the comforter so hard, my knuckles popped.
Elias pumped his hips against the bed. Once, twice, and then his head dropped onto my belly, his shoulders shivering.
“What the fuck?” he breathed, lifting over me.
Instead of satiating my desire, he’d only sprung it to life. I leaned forward and cupped his jaw. His gaze unfocused, though he didn’t move as I caught his lips. He stiffened under my mouth, but didn’t pull away as I kissed him, tasting my slick on his tongue.
By my second thrust into his mouth, he was kissing me back, his movements hesitant, but no less hungry. I matched his passion, nipping his lower lip.
Elias gasped, lips widening.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” His words puffed against my lips, and I grinned. He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Lie back,” I ordered, tugging him down as I pushed to my knees and inched over for him to fit. Elias still had a glazed look on his face, so it was easy to have him sit on the edge of the bed and scoot back.
“I want more of you.”
I swung my leg over his waist, straddling him with my hands on his torso.
Elias stiffened, his entire body hard, then his gaze became unfocused as shallow gasps pumped from his mouth.
I stilled, studying his expressive features.
He stopped breathing, and his eyes moved from side to side in quick jerks.
I removed my hands from him and scooted back until I rested on my legs. His chest started pumping a few beats later.
“Elias?” I said, hushed. “Are you okay?”
I reached over his thigh to touch the back of his hand. He turned to me and focused.
“Briar?” Without me speaking, his body deflated into the bed.
He was acting like he’d had a flashback. Like a trauma response.
“I don’t have to . . .” I trailed off.
“You’re not getting out of it now,” he said, voice gruff. I didn’t want to bring too much attention to whatever had just happened with him, but I would keep note of his body’s reactions and back away if necessary.
I placed my hand on his knee and slid my palm up until I slid my fingers into the front of his slacks.
The damp, dark stain over his bulge caused another wave of lust to make my hands shake. I popped him free, and his cock bounced out, covered in his glistening cum. My mouth watered. I’d never been so obsessed with wanting to taste an Alpha’s seed.
Wrapping my hand around his length made him harder. His warm shaft slid along my small hand, his knot bulging.
I leaned forward to lick the red, straining tip of his cock, keeping my gaze on him.
The flush rose back to his face, chasing away the paleness. Salt, musk, and Alpha pheromones assaulted my senses, and then my lips were wrapped around his shaft.
Elias gasped, his hips arching and pumping into my mouth.
The bed creaked from the force of his movements.
God, he tasted and felt so good under my touch.
I tightened the grip on his cock, the tips of my fingers refusing to meet.
I glided to his base until his knot pressed against the side of my palm.
With my fingertips running over his knot, I traced the veins running down, while taking more of him in my mouth. His thighs stiffened.
Immediately, I backed off.
“Do you like that?” I whispered.
He nodded, attention unfocused.
“Out loud.” I slowed the twist of my hand on his cock.
“Yes,” he breathed. I kept hold of his length and leaned over him. My shirt-covered breasts grazed against him.
I leaned close to his ear.
“Good boy.”
I caught his lobe between my teeth, and warmth exploded across my belly, creaming me up to my breasts. Elias moaned, his hips jerking with his release.
I couldn’t stop the satisfaction from spreading a smile over my lips.