Chapter 21
Elodie eventually fellasleep in my arms. My wounds were pissed about the way I’d set us up on the stone bed with her on top of me, but letting her sleep on a rock was out of the question.
My fingers slid through her hair.
Having her there was surreal.
My time away from her had been torture—but I’d finally found relief.
She smelled amazing.
Felt even better.
And hearing her call herself mine?
It was the icing on the cake.
I was never leaving her side again. The thunder would have to get over it.
And my brothers would have to bring us more shit, because I wasn’t letting her go hungry because of me.
I was never going to watch her suffer again, the way I’d had to while she was in heat.
It took a long while to doze off given the pain and discomfort of my situation. But, eventually, I drifted off with her against my chest.
Elodie’ssoft moan dragged me out of sleep.
I wrestled my eyes open, my grip on her ass tightening when she rocked her hips, dragging her core against me.
The scent of her desire was thick in the air.
I breathed it in deeply.
The smell had hardened my cock long before it woke me, and it felt fucking amazing when she rocked her hips more.
Moaned again.
One of my hands slid up to her hair, gripping the soft strands. The other remained on her backside, pulling her harder against me.
Her breathing was quick.
Her body was flushed, and sweating.
And the smell of her need only thickened.
She rocked against me harder, one of her hands curling over one of my wounds.
I grimaced at the pain of it. “Careful, Fireball.”
Elodie didn’t respond.
Her fingertips dug in deeper, and I winced. “Fireball?”
Still no response.
I lifted my head and pulled her hair to the side.
My forehead creased when I realized the problem.
She was sleeping.
She’d never had a wet dream before. Not even in the worst part of heat.
Something was going on.
“Wake up, Fireball.” I raised my voice as I tugged her hair lightly, catching her hip and moving her a little.
She cried out, her back arching as she moved against me.
“Elodie,” I growled, tugging and shaking a little harder. “Wake up and I’ll give you what you need. Let me see your eyes.”
“August,” she moaned. “I need you.”
“I’m here.” I tugged again.
Shook her again.
She just moaned again.
Somethinghad to have a grip on her. She couldn’t wake up.
A thought occurred to me—and made me snarl.
There were demons in the prison.
Hungry demons affected humans’ dreams. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew they did. Long ago, there had been rules against bringing humans to the mountain because of it. After they were mated, the demons’ magic couldn’t touch them, but Elodie and I hadn’t sealed the bond.
She was at their mercy.
And apparently, they turned her on.
She was moaning my name, though. She knew she was mine even under their magic’s sway.
I couldn’t wake her up.
But… I could give her what she needed, and hope it snapped her out of it.
My cock throbbed against her, and she cried out.
I wouldn’t let myself take her. Not when she was asleep. She wouldn’t have a problem with it—we’d discussed touching each other while we were sleeping during heat, and we’d both agreed enthusiastically.
But we’d only been together physically that one night. The second time I took her wouldn’t be while she slept.
The cells around mine were all empty, so there was plenty of privacy when I slipped my hand into her shorts.
My chest rumbled of its own volition when my fingers slid over her soft, slick center.
She was drenched.
She cried out, grabbing my arm and holding it between her thighs so I couldn’t stop touching her.
My cock throbbed, and I dragged my thumb over her clit slowly.
Lightly.
Exactly the way she liked it when we were starting out.
But it had been too long for her, too. She was sensitive. She arched against my fingers, demanding more.
I gave her what she wanted, circling her clit harder, not faster.
She finally lost control, crying out as she moved against my fingers. Her pleasure soaked my hand, making me mutter a curse as my cock throbbed harder.
She was so fucking delicious.
I wanted my mouth on her, but I held back, waiting to see how she’d react to the pleasure.
She was still holding my hand between her thighs, and I left my fingers against her clit lightly, the way I knew she’d want me to.
Her hips stopped jerking as she came down from the high, and she opened dazed eyes.
I watched her closely as reality finally began to set in. “Are you with me, Fireball?”
“I think so.” Her voice was soft.
Breathless.
“I was having those damn dreams again.”
“Again?” I growled the word.
If she’d dreamed of anyone other than me… I’d fucking kill the demons.
“Last night, I had them in your room upstairs. Eli said demonic magic can cause weird dreams. He didn’t tell me they’d drive me mad with need. I barely slept,” she admitted.
“Who did you dream of?”
She rolled her eyes. “You, obviously.”
The jealousy in my chest settled slightly. “Did you touch yourself?”
She shook her head. “I probably should’ve. Maybe then I could’ve gone back to sleep instead of obsessing about you rejecting me.”
“I would never.” I pressed on her clit lightly, in punishment for her thought that I would. Her hips arched a little.
“Thanks for waking me up. And touching me.”
“Don’t thank me. It took everything I had not to fuck you senseless.”
Her lips curved upward. “Sounds like fun. Why didn’t you?”
My cock throbbed.
I was going to come in my fucking pants if she kept looking at me like that.
“You were sleeping.”
“That never stopped you from eating me out.”
It hadn’t.
And I wanted to do it again. Badly.
She pressed her leg against my cock, lightly. The pressure was enough to make me clench my jaw against the need to fill her. My body ached from my injuries, but I wanted her more than I cared about the pain.
“Figured I should check in first since we only spent the one night together that way,” I gritted out.
“I appreciate that.” She pressed her leg against me harder, and I swore. Her lips curved. “I’m killing you, aren’t I?”
“You have no idea.”
She smiled, and pulled my cock free. Her hand wrapped around me, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought the pleasure.
“Have you touched yourself?” she asked.
“Tried. Couldn’t get off without you. Knew you could be with someone else.” The response was hard to get out with her fingers on me, and the scent of her need so thick in the air.
“Give me your fingers.”
Her command nearly made me lose it.
I pushed three fingers inside her, the way she liked it. Her breath caught, and her hips arched a little.
“How do I feel?”
“Soaked.” My voice strained.
“Only for you, Auggie.”
The words about sent me over the edge.
“You’re too close. Don’t finish until you’re inside me.” Her command had me throbbing hard.
“You want my cock?”
“Always.”
She drove me insane in the best way.
“I don’t have the control to drag it out,” I said, pulling her shorts to the side. “Or the patience to strip you down.”
“Good. Fuck me already.”
I didn’t waste any more time, tugging her leg higher as I filled her.
Took her.
Made her mine.
She gasped, her breath unsteady and her eyes widening. “Forgot how big you are.”
“Forgot how tight you are,” I growled, thrusting into her again.
And again.
And again.
Her cries filled the air as I snarled with my release, flooding her channel with my pleasure. She tightened around me as she came with me, intensifying the feeling for both of us.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, as her climax faded.
“Wasn’t planning on it, Fireball.” My lips brushed hers, her forehead, her collarbone, before I thrust into her again, and we were both lost to the pleasure.
It wasthe middle of the next day when my brothers finally realized my female was missing.
As much as it pissed me off that they didn’t notice her absence, I was glad to have the time alone with her. After Elodie realized I was bleeding again, she refused to have any more sex until I’d healed. So, there was nothing to do but talk.
It was nice to have time to catch up on everything we’d missed. She made me tell her about every one of my fights, and I made her tell me about every meal she could remember eating.
She needed more food.
It irritated me that I couldn’t get it for her.
I heard their footsteps before I saw any of them.
“Here we go,” she muttered.
I chuckled.
They weren’t going to take her from me. It wasn’t even a possibility.
Jasper led the group of dragons. He didn’t look angry, and neither did any of the others.
“Why am I not surprised?” Eli drawled.
“Probably because I forced you to bring me here in the first place.” Elodie’s voice was upbeat.
Despite our location, she was happy.
I was too, though I’d have been happier if I had enough food to feed her properly.
“I’d think that should at least earn me a text or something before you disappear into the prison, El.”
“You knew he was getting beat up in here and didn’t tell me.”
Eli grimaced, but didn’t argue.
“I wasn’t getting beat up,” I grumbled. “I was giving beatings, and taking a few injuries as I did.”
“A few injuries? Your entire body is one big wound!”
“Not my entire body.” I nipped at her neck, and a sputtered laugh escaped her.
Jasper sighed, running a hand over his face. He looked exhausted. I felt bad that he was having to deal with the pressure of running the thunder, even though I was glad it wasn’t August’s job anymore. “What are we going to do with you?”
“I’ll make a deal,” I said, tucking my female’s head under my chin. I didn’t like that all of the guys were looking at her, even though she was mostly dressed, and in my arms. “If you shorten my sentence so I can take my female home, I’ll give you my side of her story. I’ll teach you how to avoid sealing the bond.”
The guys exchanged looks.
They had wanted Elodie’s story badly, but hers was only half. Hell, it was less than half. I was the reason we hadn’t sealed the bond. I was the one who had to stand by and watch her suffer, hour after hour and day after day.
If they truly wanted to avoid sealing their own bonds when heat finally caught up to them, they needed to know what I knew.
“We’ll discuss it,” Jasper finally said. “I’ll make sure someone brings food down while we do. And a proper bed. Maybe some chairs, too.”
I dipped my head.
The bastards didn’t care about me, but they had to care about themselves.
They left again, and Elodie leaned against me.
I adjusted my grip on her, not even considering letting go.
“You’re the one who needs consistent food and water,” she said. “Look at yourself. It’ll be my turn to baby you if they actually let us out of here.”
I chuckled. “My wounds will heal, Fireball.”
“Especially if I put clean bandages on them.”
“It would help more if you put your mouth on them.”
She laughed, hard.
I pulled her closer, silently thanking fate that she’d chased me to prison.