Chapter 16 #2
Elias’ half-lidded gaze met mine, and he growled. He cupped my nape and pushed me down.
“Don’t stop again.”
He didn’t have to repeat himself. I inched down until I knelt between his legs and grabbed his now-flaccid cock.
The length wilted to the side, but as soon as I gripped it, he groaned.
I took it gently, rubbing him with a slow, slick stroke, switching from his knot to his shaft, to his tip until I had him hard as a rock.
I bobbed my head to the tip, curled my tongue around the mushroom-shaped dome, and then took him deep until he hit the back of my throat.
The sounds coming from him were making me so damn needy.
I repeated the rhythm and kept wringing more sounds from him.
It was maddening and ratcheted up my desire tenfold.
Not able to hold back anymore, I reached my free hand down and pressed my palm against my wet pussy.
My slick coated my hand immediately, and I curled my finger, rubbing the swollen bud of my clit.
The roll caused a shiver to crest over my flesh, chased by goose bumps.
Elias suddenly sat up, and his hands slid behind my back and banded under my ass. He hoisted me until my knees braced wide against his side.
“I need to be inside you.”
He snarled. I slapped my palms on his chest and seated myself on him. My pussy stretched around him. I exhaled, mouth open, caught on a breath.
The slickness of my channel made it easy for him to enter me. Elias slammed me onto his knot, and I screamed. My sex stretched close to the point of pain. I whimpered, tears flooding my eyes.
Elias didn’t stop grinding me on him until I had no choice but to relax. I whimpered, relishing the tingles traveling through my veins.
Sliding my fingers in between the buttons of his no longer tucked-in dress shirt, I yanked in opposite directions, exposing his beautiful, pale body.
I repaid him in kind.
The corner of his lip twitched, and his fingers dug into my hips, keeping me flush to him as his knot expanded.
I screamed again, the stretch and new angle were perfect. Nonsense spilled from my lips, and I couldn’t give two fucks. His knot forced me into stillness, and my head dangled forward.
He lifted, his abs flexing deliciously. Then he was closer while still being inside me.
He yanked on my arm, and his nose nestled into my neck.
He sniffed, a low, purring hum vibrating in his chest. My pussy clamped around him and set off another orgasm.
I shook on his cock, unable to stop writhing despite being stuck on him.
“You’re going to kill me.” His growled words against my throat shouldn’t have done what they did.
A pinch grazed against my neck. His teeth? They went deeper, just shy of breaking skin. I sucked in a breath, my pussy throbbing with violent force.
Before he broke my skin, he pulled back with a gasp, his hands cupping my neck while he leaned back, head lowered.
Almost like he was stopping himself from claiming me.
I fell into a spineless puddle, and he nestled me to his chest, his arms winding around my back to clutch me tight, like he’d never let me go.
My throat continued to pulse from the force he’d used. I didn’t know what to think. Would I have claimed him back? Did I want to?
My heart thundered in my ears, matching the rate of my breathing. We sat there, silent, breathing, reveling in the afterglow of pleasure.
Sex had never been as good as it was when I’d fucked Greymont Pack. Now what I needed was to have them all at the same time.
My channel flexed around him hard, making Elias hiss out a breath.
I exhaled slowly, and we sat in silence while he caressed my hip. The touch was more gentle than I believed he’d be capable of.
“What happened earlier?” I murmured, not expecting a response.
“Jennifer enjoyed fucking me while I—” He cut himself off. I stiffened at the name of another woman on his lips. My throat thickened; my whole body tense.
“Oh.” I hated how sad I sounded. “Sorry for asking.”
Was Jennifer just another Omega they fucked . . . or was she more? I was so tense I could have snapped.
Elias felt just as wound tight against me. He cleared his throat a few times.
“She adopted me when I was a kid.”
Those two sentences should never go together. If she was fostering him, she was in a position of power—of protection. Why would the person fostering him make him panic when I was crawling up him?
“She abused you,” I blurted, shocked.
I heard his teeth grind together.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
Good sex had me thinking foolish things.
“I don’t speak about it. It’s behind me.” That was all he gave me, and I didn’t push. It wasn’t my place . . . but my gut was telling me the woman had left scars.
He pulled away, his touch sliding off my arm. I sat back as much as I could while stuck on his knot.
“Fuck, your stitches,” he growled, looking at my arm. Some of them poked out of my skin. It looked gross, so I looked away. Elias cupped my ears. “Sin!”
His hands muffled the bellow.
“Wait, I should get some clothes,” I gasped, searching for something nearby to tug over my naked form.
It didn’t take long for the door to open, dashing my attempt. Well, fuck.
A shirt-less Sinclair entered, and his eyebrows rose high on his forehead, gaze clashing with Elias.
“You told us to be careful, yet you’re the one having a root with her in your bedroom—”
“Shut your bloody mouth, Sin,” Elias mocked Sinclair’s slang.
Sinclair clamped his lips together and mimicked zipping his mouth.
The menace in Elias’ tone would have worked on me, too.
Kyan entered behind Sinclair, and he balked the same.
“Didn’t you just lay into me for kissing her?” There was no inflection in his tone to tell me what Kyan was thinking.
“See to her stitches, Sin,” Elias gritted out.
I peeked over at my arm, and since the shirt was still hanging over my shoulders, the sleeve was stained with blood.
I’d been so distracted by his body that it hadn’t pinched, but now that I looked at it, the area throbbed.
“Did you punch her, too?” Sinclair asked, his eyebrows twitching.
I reached toward my nose, and my fingertips touched dried blood.
His knot loosened, and our cum came out of me like a fountain. I gasped, feeling like I’d peed. Our combined need mingled in my nose.
The sudden craving for chocolate made my mouth water. I sniffed the air to catch the yummy smell.
“Are you guys baking something with chocolate?” I sniffed again, and it was gone.
Silence and then Kyan mumbled, “It’s a diffuser in my office.”
Elias watched me, his face pale as he scanned me.
I was probably close to my heat; craving chocolate was one of my tells.