Chapter 12Maisie
Chapter Twelve
Maisie
W e drive back to his place with the windows down, both damp from the rain, with his hand on my thigh as I sing along to the radio struggling to find the right key. Even with the moon and stars shining brightly above us, Elijah can’t take his eyes off of me. Smiling, just as he always has.
I used to think he was teasing me, but now I recognize the look. Love.
Love that has weathered storms and gone without for years. Love that started out as something entirely different, but now we have to redefine as mates. I recognize it since it’s the same way I look at him.
That’s the secret we’ve always shared—the smile only meant for me.
“It’s late. I was thinking we could get you out of those dirty clothes and . . .”
“I have a better idea.” Elijah says as he shuts the door, gripping my bicep and tugging me closer. His hand tangles in my hair as he kisses me. We shuffle together in a lazy, lust-drunk daze until my back is flat against the wall, his palm wrapping around my jaw to lift my chin for easier access.
My hands tangle in his shirt, holding him at arm’s length as I catch my breath.
“Oh,” I murmur, “I thought you were going to be tired. You ran something like 35 miles tonight.”
His eyes search my face, “Do you think I’m going to sleep after spending hours smelling your scent mixed with mine?” He shoves his leather jacket down my shoulders, lowering his face to my neck and breathing in.
I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together, searching for the friction I desperately need.
Elijah chuckles, toeing my shoes with his black boot, nudging my legs apart with his thigh, causing me to suck in a breath.
“Did you know I can smell your cunt?” He growls in my hear, “Fuck, you smell so good and taste so sweet. I’m addicted to it. I would spend the rest of my days buried between your legs if you’d let me.” He leans forward, pressing his thigh into me until I’m grinding down on it.
I’m frozen in place, his face against my neck like a predator and his leather jacket keeping my arms behind my back, his low, gravely voice alone is almost enough to make me come.
“Tell me I can taste you.” He runs his nose along my jaw, “Tell me I can pull those panties down and throw your leg over my shoulder and lick that pussy until it’s running down my chin.”
“If you don’t, I’m going to die right here.” I whimper.
Sure, it’s a little overdramatic, but his words are pulling me taut. I’m trembling and moments from begging for release if I thought it’d help.
“We can’t have that, can we?” He chuckles, dropping to his knees, his hands sliding up my sides, squeezing my hips as he tucks his fingertips under my leggings and pulls them down around my ankles.
I toe off my shoes, tossing his leather jacket on the couch as he helps rid me of my pants.
His face is immediately at the apex of my thighs, inhaling and nuzzling, his hands moving around to grab handfuls of my ass and forcing me forward and off-kilter.
“Elijah,” I hiss out, my hands gripping his shoulders to keep from falling.
“ Don’t worry, I’ve got you. ”
“You’ve got to teach me how to do that.” I pant out, running my fingers through his hair.
“ And miss out on having the neighbors hear you scream my name?” He runs his tongue along my panties, pressing them against my pussy as he nips at my clit through the fabric.
“I’d use my powers for good, like getting you bricked up when we’re out in public.” I bite my lip.
He gives my ass a quick smack in response.
“So mean.”
He pins me with a stare, tugging my panties down and pulling my leg over his shoulder. “If you want me to stop. ”
“No, no. Don’t stop.” I look down, my core clenching as he uses his fingertip to toy along my entrance, leaning closer. “Please, Elijah.”
“Again.” He’s so close that I can almost feel his warm breath where I need him.
“Please, Elijah, fuck. Please.”
“ Good girl.” He flattens his tongue over my clit, drawing lazy circles as he slides a single digit in, stroking along in time until I’m shaking from movement. Then he changes his pace, sweeping his tongue across my clit and sucking.
I nearly double over, my fingers tangling in his short hair as he teases me.
“ Come on. Soak your mate’s face.”
Suddenly, I’m lost in his praise, his words just as intense as his caress.
I come hard, pushing his face against my pussy as he grunts, enjoying every second.
Just like before, I practically have to push him away when things get a little too sensitive, but I can’t wait to spend an afternoon with his head buried between my legs.
Elijah kisses up my stomach, pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. He lavishes my breasts with attention, peeling the straps from my shoulders and unhooking my bra, throwing it with the rest of my clothing.
I claw at his t-shirt, before my hands go to his belt, evening the playing field until he’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but his black boxers, clinging to the thick outline of his cock, knot and all.
“Is that what you want?” He asks, fisting his cock as he catches me staring at his bulge, “Over here.”
His hands go to my waist, turning me until my back is flat against his chest, walking me over towards the couch, his erection pressing against my ass.
I’m fighting the urge to tease him, grinding into him, but then he answers my prayers, bending me over the couch and pulling my hips flush against his.
The sound of foil tearing and the snap of latex fills the silence, mingling with our ragged breaths.
Elijah palms my ass, squeezing it before giving it a light smack as he runs his cock along the seam of my pussy, letting the tip barely sink in before pulling it away. The constant back and forth of his teasing has me angling my hips to draw him closer.
“Slowly, baby girl.” He says, running his hand down my back as he slides in a few inches before drawing back, “This pussy was made for me, but it doesn’t mean that it can take all of me just yet.”
The position has every thrust lighting me up from the inside, his hips pinning me to the couch so I can’t tease him. Elijah grabs my thigh, squeezing as he slides deeper with the unmistakable pressure of his knot nudging me with every stroke.
“ So fucking tight.” He picks up speed, every praise spoken directly into my thoughts. “ Come for me. Come all over your mate’s cock.”
I yelp as he pulls my hips back against his, a hand snaking between us to rub my clit. My orgasm overtakes me, the pinch of his knot drawing it out as it finally slides in, rubbing along my sensitive spot with every thrust.
“Fuck.” Elijah groans out, and I can feel his knot pulsing inside of me as he folds his body over me. One arm wraps around my middle while the other cradles my throat, “You have no fucking idea how much I want to mark you. To make you mine.”
“Do it.” I whimper.
He kisses my shoulder, scraping his teeth along my skin.
Do it. Mark me. Let everyone know I’m yours.
With that command, he bites down, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, his short punctuated thrusts growing more erratic as he finds his release.
He continues rocking into me, the pressure from his knot filling me completely.
The slow drag against my g-spot has me coming again, limiting his thrusts and keeping us tethered.
We stay tied together, Elijah kissing along my neck and my shoulders, whispering how much he loves me until we’re able to separate. Then we shower and finish off the leftover pastries from Grim’s Bakery in his kitchen. Because, you know, carbs.
“Hey, quick question.” I say, picking apart the raspberry tart, sighing as the mix of sour and sweet hit my tongue.
“What is it?” He asks, leaning against the countertop across from me, looking just as delicious as the chocolate croissant in his hand.
“Am I ever going to get my car back?”