I liked how he looked like this. For once, I couldadmit I enjoyed how he was looking down at me, like I was the only thing he ever needed to see. “Do you feel better?”
“So much better.”
“Good.”
A strand of his blond hair fell over his face. I reached up, swiping it away, and keeping my hand there, frozen in total awe of him. I held the side of his face, looking into his eyes and taking a moment to appreciate how badly I seemed to need him—in every way. I couldn’t imagine not having him as my roommate, or my friend, or coworker. Elias was a part of my life. A part I never wanted to change.
He petted the back of my hair, seemingly lost in the same thoughts I was. So much had changed in the last few weeks, yet… it didn’t seem like anything had changed at all. I’d always been possessive and touchy with him. Maybe it was my alpha trying to tell me something ahead of time, and his lactation was the catalyst.
The hand stroking my hair slowed just as Elias and I both slowly gravitated toward each other. We stopped just before our noses could touch. “Elias.”
“Yeah?”
I looked between his eyes. “I want to kiss you.”
His breath wafted across my face, heating the skin there. “You do?”
I nodded.
“Then why don’t you?”
I pulled his face closer to mine, pausing one moretime. I wanted to give him another chance—another opportunity to back out. He didn’t move an inch. He actually closed his eyes, so I made the decision for him, bridging the gap between us and finally pressing my lips to his.
Chapter 8
AND THEN THEY KISSED
Elias
His lips were warm and far softer than I thought they’d be.
I told him no funny business, but this didn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel like he was trying to get something out of me or trying to push us into something sexual. It felt… inevitable. Would we have found our way here anyway? Without me randomly lactating?
This felt deeper than I expected, and when Link’s lips softly parted, I took advantage, sweeping my tongue past them. I tasted myself on his tongue. Just the tiniest bit, something sweet mixing with his flavor.
I liked to think we would have found our way to each other just like this.
It was impossible not to. With the way Link went pliant in my hold, with the way he sank into the kiss. How he opened so willingly for me.
Tangling my fingers in his curls, I pulled himcloser, holding him to me as we explored each other’s mouths. I needed this, and until this exact moment, I hadn’t realized how much.
Sure, our sex was hot. And Link drinking from me even more so. But this? This was something entirely different. This felt like a whole new world had opened up for us. Like we had built a new universe between his lips and mine—between hisheartand mine.
We didn’t rush. We didn’t try to take it further. We just held each other in the darkness of Link’s room, learning each other in a new way.
I didn’t want this to end. Not now. Not ever. But it needed to, if for no other reason than we were both tired, and it was the middle of the night.
I sighed against his lips, slowly breaking our kiss. He chased me, and I let him, but only for a minute, and then I pulled away and stared into his eyes. There were so many emotions dancing in their warm brown depths that I couldn’t help myself; I cupped his face, drawing him back to me. “Just one more,” I murmured against his lips, sighing when he gave in instantly.
His tongue swept over my lower lip, and a small whimper echoed in his throat. “You taste good,” he whispered.
I smiled into the kiss, and Link smiled back.
Reluctantly, I pulled back with a half-frustrated sigh. “As much as I hate to stop—because I want to kiss you for the rest of the night—I’m exhausted, and you’re exhausted. We should get some sleep.”
He nodded. “Okay. Will you stay in here? If wedon’t get to kiss all night, the least you could do is stay.”
The joke was on him. I had zero plans to go anywhere. “Yes, I’ll stay here.”
