Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
It only took a glass and a half of wine before Alistair and the rest of the group got to experience what Elijah meant when he said anything messing with his head made his magic go hinky.
But instead of Elijah poking around in people’s heads, which was what Alistair had expected, the alcohol had the opposite effect.
Elijah’s thoughts were suddenly being projected like he was speaking out loud.
Every single thought, including the images of Alistair doing dirty things to him, was shared with everyone in the room.
If he was sober, he might have suggested the meal end a lot earlier, but it’d been a long time since he drank, and he was more affected by it than he expected.
He was just drunk enough to want to bask in the sexy thoughts of his lover instead of stopping him.
There was no taking things slow this time.
Elijah was too eager, too worked up by the alcohol in his system.
Alistair wasn’t any better. He was drunk enough to not worry about things like going slow.
Elijah said he wanted to claim him. Alistair wanted the same thing.
And if he didn’t get inside the beautiful telepath sometime soon, he was going to go crazy.
Clothes were yanked off without much thought, buttons scattering as neither had the patience to unbutton them properly.
They were tossed off the bed without anyone looking where they were throwing them.
Elijah kept giggling any time they got in each other’s way, making Alistair grin as well.
This was the perfect way to make him feel better after such a painful morning.
It felt like Elijah’s smile was pure sunshine, and it was wrapping him in warmth with each passing second.
Seams ripped as Alistair yanked at Elijah’s boxer briefs.
Instead of getting angry about the treatment of his clothes, Elijah let out a lusty moan, hips lifting as he sought friction.
It made Alistair feel like the king of the world, drawing that kind of reaction from the telepath, and a primal need to mark the man filled Alistair’s blood.
He went after that pale skin, sucking until Elijah was squirming beneath him before moving on to another spot.
Elijah encouraged him with little moans, his fingers digging into Alistair’s hair to keep him there.
He was slowly moving his way to Elijah’s cock, eager to get it back in his mouth, when Elijah tightened his hands in Alistair’s hair, shaking his head.
“I won’t last if you do that. Please, Alistair. I want to feel you inside me.”
Alistair had to take a second, closing his eyes as he fought against his building orgasm.
He’d wanted Elijah to make demands, but he hadn’t counted on just how sexy it was to hear the words coming out of his telepath’s mouth.
Elijah had the power to overwhelm him completely, and if Alistair wasn’t careful, this would be over before they could even fully start.
Shedding the last bits of clothing, Alistair climbed over the slender body beneath him, claiming Elijah’s lips in a fierce kiss. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. It’s yours.”
Elijah’s only response was a whimper. Well, his only response out loud. His mind had plenty to say.
Everything. I want everything. He’s so sexy. I want to feel him so badly.
Alistair groaned. There was a downside to hearing Elijah’s thoughts like this. His little bit of control absolutely crumbled.
“I’ll give you everything,” he murmured against Elijah’s skin, slipping a hand between them to stroke their cocks together. Elijah moaned and arched, thrusting into Alistair’s grip like he couldn’t help himself. “Every damn part of me, Eli. You deserve the world.”
“Oh, gods, Alistair!” Elijah cried. He was getting close, Alistair could tell, so he released them both, lifting off Elijah enough to look around.
He’d put protection and a few packets of lube in his wallet just in case he managed to find a time to get his hands on the man, but he didn't know where his pants went. They’d been so excited, he hadn’t paid attention.
“What are you looking for?” Elijah asked breathlessly, dragging Alistair back down for another hungry kiss. Alistair sank into it for a minute before pulling himself away again. If he didn’t get his head on straight, they weren’t going to make it.
“Wallet. I have supplies, but I don't know where the hell my pants ended up.”
Twisting in Alistair’s arms, and dragging his body enticingly against Alistair’s at the same time, Elijah ripped open the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a brand new bottle of lube and a box of condoms. An extra large box of condoms. He grinned.
“Someone’s got big plans for us, doesn’t he?” Alistair teased.
Elijah’s cheeks turned dark red, nearly matching the color of his kiss-swollen lips. “I…”
Since he wasn’t looking to embarrass the man, he kissed him quickly before ripping open a condom and rolling it on. “Good. I’ve got plans for you, too.”
Elijah sucked in a sharp breath, pulling Alistair back on top of him in a demand for another kiss. Alistair loved the neediness and gave him what he wanted, only shifting to the side enough to get his hand between them.
“Oh, gods!” Elijah cried, hips lurching in abortive thrusts as Alistair trailed lube coated fingers over his hole.
It took every ounce of self-control not to skip prep and immediately thrust inside Elijah’s warm, willing body.
His telepath was just too sweet, his noises driving Alistair absolutely insane.
Alistair had to push his face against Elijah’s neck, preparing him by touch instead of watching what he was doing.
If he didn’t block out at least some of the gorgeous man’s responses, he was going to come before he could even get inside him.
His cock was throbbing, and he had to pull back a few inches to stop himself from grinding it against Elijah’s hip.
“Alistair…”
He lifted his head, hearing Elijah’s desperate pleas inside his mind begging for another kiss. He gave it, distracting himself with it while pressing another finger inside Elijah’s tight hole. Shit, he was tight. Alistair was already trembling thinking of how it would feel on his cock.
They both seemed to hit the point of desperation together. Elijah pushed his hand away just as Alistair pulled his fingers free, spreading the rest of the lube over his cock as Elijah tugged him back between his thighs.
He forced himself to slow down when his cock breached the first ring of muscle.
No matter how much he wanted the man, he never wanted to hurt him.
He slowly inched his way inside, ignoring Elijah’s whines for more.
He had an excuse, he was inexperienced. Alistair knew how important going slow was, especially the first few times.
Elijah tried to pull him closer, tried to shove his hips down to take more of Alistair’s cock, but Alistair wouldn’t allow it, pinning his hands and gripping his hip tightly to control the movement. When he was fully sheathed in the tight, slick heat of Elijah’s body, they both groaned together.
He waited a few seconds for Elijah to adjust before drawing his hips back a few inches and pushing back in. Elijah’s shout was music to his ears, and he did it again, watching as Elijah’s face contorted with pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut.
A swell of familiar magic wrapped around him, and he swore he could feel Elijah’s pleasure echoing his own.
It only made him more desperate, hips snapping as he chased the ecstasy coursing through his system.
Each passing minute, more of Elijah filled his head until he was surrounded by him, inside and out.
Alistair had never felt anything like it before, but he welcomed the warmth like a balm on his soul.
For a single moment, he felt connected to someone again.
Like their magic was twining together somehow.
I love him, I love him, oh gods, I love him.
Elijah’s declaration filled his head, and his heart exploded with joy and relief. He captured Elijah’s lips, pouring all his feelings into the kiss, and he felt his body tighten as he balanced perilously on that edge.
“I love you too. Come for me, Eli.”
He did, and watching his telepath come apart, feeling the echoes of it in his chest, it set Alistair off as well, wave after wave of pleasure slamming into him until he thought he might pass out.
Just when he felt like he could take a deep breath, Elijah’s magic poured into him, replacing all that ecstasy with warmth and love, until there wasn’t an ounce of Alistair without Elijah.
He’d never been so intrinsically connected to someone before. And he never wanted it to stop.
Elijah woke up slowly, his body pleasantly aching in a quiet reminder of what they’d done the night prior. He stretched languidly, letting out a happy sigh as Alistair’s arms tightened around him, plastering him against that muscled chest that Elijah drooled over.
He was surprised he wasn’t hungover this morning. He’d heard about wine hangovers, which was why he’d only intended to have a glass or two. That obviously hadn’t worked out, but he felt fine despite how much he’d had.
He opened his eyes, taking in the pink sky outside his window.
It was still too early to be awake. He questioned why he’d been woke up until Alistair twitched beside him.
And not a good twitch. His body jerked like he was fighting against something and when Elijah looked at his face, he looked… scared.
He was having another nightmare. Elijah wanted to do something to help, but he needed permission first–
The second he thought about wanting to help, his magic swelled without his conscious decision, and he was sucked into Alistair’s dream.
He was going to immediately pull back out again, but when he saw Alistair kneeling, covered in blood, barely able to lift his head, he couldn’t make himself move.
He watched in horror as an elf, a dark one if his outfit was anything to go by, reached for Alistair with a malicious grin, his hand glowing a strange purple color.
“Alistair!”
He hadn’t meant to shout, but it shattered the dream and tossed him out of Alistair’s mind instead. He only had a second to take in everything he’d seen before he was thrown back into his own body so intensely, it left him breathless.
“Eli? Eli!”
Alistair’s voice made his eyes jerk open, and he sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as he stared up at the man leaning over him with a worried frown.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. What happened?”
“I don’t–” He shook his head. He was going to blame the alcohol, thinking maybe he was still drunk and that was why he ended up in Alistair’s head without his permission, but he stopped when Alistair’s thoughts slid across his mind.
I hope I didn’t hurt him. The stupid nightmares are getting worse.
Elijah’s gaze whipped to Alistair’s, eyes wide. He was connected to Alistair. Fully connected. As in he could hear every thought that passed through his head. And based on the stunned look on his face, he wasn’t the only one.
“Elijah? What is this?”
“I think… I think I accidentally made you my anchor.”