Chapter 36 #2
He takes his time exploring as I writhe under him.
His mouth finds my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. Somehow the bra is gone, his hands working it off quickly before his mouth returns to my nipple. The sound I make is loud in the quiet room.
He sucks gently. His tongue circles once, and my back arches off the bed. His hand cups my other breast, thumb brushing across the nipple, and the combined sensation sends heat spiraling lower, pooling between my thighs until I’m clutching at his shoulders.
“Elias,” I gasp.
He hums against my skin. The vibration travels through me, and my hips lift involuntarily.
His mouth moves lower.
Open kisses trail down my stomach. His hands push my pants down my hips, and I kick them off, desperate now, beyond thought, beyond anything except the need building inside me. His mouth reaches the waistband of my underwear, and he looks up at me once, a silent question in his eyes.
“Please,” I say.
He hooks his fingers into the fabric and pulls it down slowly, and then his mouth is between my thighs and the world narrows to that single point of sensation.
His tongue is flat and warm against me. He licks me once from bottom to top, and my entire body jerks. His hands settle on my thighs, holding me open, and then his mouth settles over me fully, his tongue circling my clit until I cry out.
The orgasm builds fast. Too fast. Heat has been coiling inside me since the moment their scents hit the house, and Elias’s mouth is the spark that lights it.
His tongue flicks against me, firm and relentless, and my hands fist in his hair, keeping him there as pleasure crashes through me in waves that leave me shaking.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps moving, slower now, gentler, drawing the sensation out until I’m whimpering beneath him, oversensitive and still wanting more.
When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet and his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. He kisses his way back up my body, and I can taste myself on his lips when he reaches my mouth.
“I need you,” I whisper against his mouth.
He reaches between us. I feel his hand working at his belt, then his pants, and then his cock is hot and hard against my thigh. He positions himself carefully, one hand guiding himself to my entrance, and the first press of him inside makes me gasp.
He’s big. The stretch is intense, my body tightens around him, and he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust with each inch. His forehead presses against mine, his breathing rough, and the effort it takes to maintain that control is written across every line of his face.
“Talk to me,” I manage.
His voice is low, rough at the edges. “You’re doing perfect. Just breathe. Let me know if it’s too much.”
He pushes deeper. The fullness is overwhelming, pleasure and pressure build together until my nails dig into his shoulders. He rocks into me once, twice, finding a rhythm that makes my breath catch as his knot brushes my clit. Then he's moving steadily, each thrust driving the heat higher.
Then he works his knot inside me, and I come again around him.
This one rolls through me slower, deeper, my body clenching around his cock in waves that leave me gasping.
He holds himself above me, his arms shaking slightly with the effort of his restraint, and when his knot finally ebbs he presses his forehead to mine and breathes.
“Can I bond you?” he asks, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I say.
His teeth quickly find the side of my neck.
The bite is sharp and deep. Then the pain transforms into something else entirely—a rush of warmth that floods through every vein, every cell, every corner of my body until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
His scent floods my senses, richer and deeper than it’s ever been, and beneath it, I feel our bond settle into place.
He holds the bite for a moment, and when he finally releases my neck, his mouth finds mine in a kiss so sweet it makes me tear up. I don't think. I turn my head and bite the side of his neck, and satisfaction flows through me as I feel the bond between us settle fully into place.
We stay like that for a long moment, his weight comfortable above me, his scent now woven into mine so completely it feels like it's always been there. Then he shifts carefully, pulling out of me with a gentleness that makes my chest ache, and settles beside me in the nest.
My omega isn’t satisfied.
The heat is still burning, and one alpha isn’t enough. The bond with Elias has started to satisfy my instinct, but my body is already reaching for more. My head turns toward the foot of the bed where Adrian stands, and the look on his face when our eyes meet is enough to make my breath catch.
He wants me.
“Adrian,” I say as I open my arms to him.
He comes to me. He’s smiling. Even now, even with my scent filling the room and his own instincts clearly riding him hard, there’s a warmth in his expression that feels uniquely Adrian. He kneels beside the nest and brushes a strand of hair from my face, and his thumb lingers against my cheekbone.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
The question is so specifically him that I laugh. The sound comes out breathless, surprised, and his smile widens.
“I’m fantastic,” I tell him. “I also need you to get naked. Immediately.”
He laughs. Actually laughs, the sound rough and warm in the quiet room, and the normality of it—Adrian Wells making me laugh in the middle of my heat—breaks something open in my chest.
He undresses quickly. His shirt comes off first, then his pants, and then he’s kneeling beside the nest in nothing but boxers, and the sight of him—all warm skin and solid muscle makes my mouth go dry.
“Come here,” I say.
He climbs into the nest beside me. His body is warm against my side, and when his hand finds my hip his touch is careful, questioning. I answer by turning into him, pressing my mouth to his, and his control slips for exactly one second before he catches it.
The kiss deepens. His hand slides up my side to my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple, and I arch into his touch. His other hand finds my thigh, guiding it over his hip, and then I feel him—hard and hot against me, his cock pressing against my stomach through the thin fabric of his boxers.
I reach between us. My hand finds the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down, and then he’s free, his cock thick and heavy in my hand. I stroke him once, and he groans against my mouth.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper. “Now.”
He positions himself above me. One hand guides himself to my entrance, and the first push of him inside draws a gasp from both of us. He feels different from Elias—wider, the stretch more intense, and the pleasure of it rolls through me in a wave that makes my toes curl.
“God,” Adrian breathes. “Maya—”
“I need you to move,” I say.
He moves. His hips rock into me in the perfect rhythm, each thrust teasing me as his knot brushes against me.
His hand finds mine beside my head, fingers threading through mine, and the gesture is so specifically Adrian—holding my hand while he fucks me—that I laugh again, the sound breaking into a moan halfway through.
He grins down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sight of it—Adrian Wells grinning while buried inside me during my heat—is so absurd and so perfect that I laugh through the next thrust, and then he’s laughing too, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his hips never stopping.
The pleasure builds fast. Heat has already sensitized everything, and Adrian’s cock is hitting places inside me that make my vision blur.
His hand squeezes mine, his rhythm steady and deep as he works his knot inside me, and when the orgasm hits it rolls through me from my core outward, warmth spreading through my limbs until I’m clutching at him, gasping his name against his shoulder.