But it never comes.
I frown as Elias dips his head between my breasts, simultaneously pulling down the straps from my shoulders as he peppers soft kisses along the valley between the voluptuous mounds. He takes extraordinary care to do things gently, his caresses soft as he trails his fingertips to my back to undo theclasp at my spine. When my breasts spill out from the bra, he sits on his knees, gazing at me with heady eyes full of lust and desire.
Something is amiss, and it causes my heart to feel like it’s dropping when Elias continues to remove my clothes, stripping me down until I’m naked and exposed for his viewing pleasure. Though he ogles my body, eyes raking over my curves as he licks his lips as if he’s looking down at a scrumptious meal, he hasn’t kissed me.
My frown continues to deepen as Elias climbs between my legs, fully clothed as he makes his careful descent between my thighs. He hooks his arms behind my knees, drawing my legs over his shoulders as his eyes gloss over with passion, burning in his eyes when he takes a deep inhale of my scent.
As he’s about to dip his head at my core, I tense up, unable to let him go through with this. What I witnessed in the market when he almost fought Brooks, coupled with the heady scent of masculinity all over the room, makes it feel wrong to let him do this simply for me.
My untimely heat cycle seems to have come aboutbecauseof him. What I saw was the whole reason I was turned on in the first place, and why I’m dripping wet now.
Elias looks up with a disheartened frown when I crawl back on my elbows.
“Aurora…?”
“No, Elias,” I refute with a firm shake of my head. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Why?” he asks, his voice trimmed with sadness as if I just rejected him.
The look on his face is so solemn and remorseful that it breaks my heart to continue staring at him with the ghastlysilence stretching all around us, threatening to consume me and have me crawling under the covers to hide myself. While I still possess some might, brought on by my heat, I sit forward and reach out a hand toward his face. My fingers tremble as I stroke his cheek tentatively, my heart pounding in my chest when I realize what I’m doing.
I’ve never been brave enough to speak my mind, but I’m about to do that right now, mustering up all my courage to the forefront when I say,
“It can’t be about me only.” I shake my head slowly as I lift myself onto my knees, coming face to face with the alpha and boldly sliding my fingers beneath the hem of his black sweater. “I want you.”
Elias gasps in surprise, his eyes widening as he realizes the extent of what I just said. While I’m internally grappling with the flickers of pain slicing my insides, the moment my knuckles feel the tuft of fine hairs on his lower belly, the aches subside. Letting out a long, drawn-out sigh, I gather the bottom of his sweater into fists and drag it all the way over his chest, exposing the deliciously tanned flesh that pulls taut against his immaculately toned and sculpted muscles.
Because I’d seen him in his most primal form, aggressive and possessive, I was ravenous, this insane urgency to be filled by him making me do the unthinkable when I pressed my palms on his chest and pushed him onto his back.
He shudders when he gasps, watching me through hooded eyes that darken with ardor as I mount him, draping my thighs on either side of him as I deal with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. He grabs my wrist to stop me, prompting me to look up and gasp when I notice just how darkly appreciative his eyes have become.
“Wait, Aurora…are you sure?”
Biting my bottom lip seductively, I hum in response. “Hm…I’m sure. This is what I want.”
The hesitation on Elias’s face slips away as he nods and then proceeds to help me with the drawstring. He allows me to take the lead to get the waistband down until his rigid, distended cock springs free and lays heavy on his lower belly. The sight of the glistening precum dripping from the tip has me so impatient that I don’t bother to pull his sweatpants all the way down, just leaving them pooling below his knees as I straddle him, my walls aching and pulsing with need.
I would have allowed Elias to do whatever he had planned, but I need to be filled by the hot length that pulses between my fingers when I take hold of him. Stroking the shaft with careful fingers, I relish in the feel of smooth velvet that throbs beneath my touch with hot blood hardening it. Licking my lips, I glimpse the way Elias takes the backseat this round, folding his arms behind his head as he watches me intently, his tongue skimming the length of his bottom lip and moistening it tantalizingly.
I can’t help myself, leaning down and crushing my lips to his as I feel his erection pressed up between my folds. Sliding along the length, Elias grabs my waist and sets me into a fluid motion of rocking my hips on him as he devours my lips.
Lifting myself, I’m in a breathless tizz as I lift my hips slightly, just enough to take his cock in one hand and line the tip with my aching hole. Holding my breath, I sink onto him, feeling the delicious way my walls bloom around the ample girth that fills me.
“Oh, my Goddess…” I squeal, a moan of satisfaction and contentment leaving my lips as Elias pulls me down for anotherkiss, his hands stroking my back as I begin moving on him. He matches my movements, thrusting deep into me as our tongues dance to the beat of our bodies.
My mind empties out, and it’s the most enthralling moment when nothing else matters but feeling his hot flesh against mine, my nipples erecting where they’re pressed against his chest. He keeps me steady, using his skillful thrusts to lead us both to climax.
I might regret this in the morning, but when the knot of nerves coils in the pit of my belly, ready to be released, I know that none of that matters. All that matters is this moment when our bodies are united in perfect harmony, and everything feels right. I feel my inherent witch powers building inside me, but I’m somehow able to control them and focus on the moment when my climax spreads out through my body just as Elias groans and warns me that he’s going to come.
He spills out hot ropes of seed deep inside me, pumping me with his cum until his body shudders and his arms fold around me. He scoops me into his side, my back pressed to his chest, and he plants a kiss at the top of my head.
“Thank you, babe,” he whispers before sighing, leaving me to stare at the wall as I wonder why he keeps doing that.
He’s always thanking me as if I’ve done something out of the ordinary, something unexpected. But it warms my heart that sex with him isn’t just a casual act, but one he seems to appreciate.
While Elias falls asleep as he holds me tightly, I don’t feel the need to run away like I did the first time. I’m no longer embarrassed, and though I’m still not sure what he wants from me, I know one thing for sure.
The sex is mind-blowing, and I should be the one thanking him for relieving the pain brought on by my heat.
