“I can’t give you what the others can,” I complain, and she rolls her eyes at me, grabbing me by my nape to force my lips against the column of her throat.
I kiss her lightly, and she just pushes my head harder against her throat.
Knowing she needs more, I suck her flesh between my lips, and she moans. She finally starts moving her hips, and my breathing stalls as she rides my shaft.
“Fuck,” I hiss against her throat.
Clearly, she doesn’t want me talking, as she shoves my face back into her neck. I nibble and suck her delicate flesh, knowing I’m leaving a mark and not caring. My marks aren’t permanent, but somehow, they feel just as important.
“Mine,” she whispers, and I shudder at the words.
Elena doesn’t seem to care that I can’t be with her that way, so why should I?
I throw away my worries about not being able to bond with her or what she’s going to be feeling when she’s back to herself.
I grip her ass as I fuck into her. She moans and keens for me as the water splashes over the side of the tub. I bite her neck, not enough to break the skin or leave teeth marks, and she explodes. Her head is thrown back as she grips my shoulders and rides me.
“You make me feel so good. Perfect Omega pussy.”
Her cunt milks me as her hips stall, and I take over, gripping her ass and moving her on my cock.
“You want my cum? Hmm? You want me deep inside of you?”
She nods her head, her lips part, and the sweetest sounds leave her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are closed as she falls apart. I follow suit, spilling inside of her.
We’re both panting, and she collapses against my chest again. Her body is warm from the tub and heat, which has me worrying about her body temp getting too high. I grab the spray and use cooler water against her back.
She makes noises of contentment, so I keep doing it, until I can’t stand being in the tub any longer. She’s fallen asleep against my chest, so I unavoidably have to ask for help.
“Lorc?” I call out loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to wake Elena up.
The door opens quickly as he looks at our state in the tub. He doesn’t question anything, just grabs a towel and pulls her from my arms.
He holds her against his chest, not caring that he’s getting drenched in the process as he dries her skin and hair.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m grand,” I reply honestly as I get out of the tub and turn on the shower. I don’t know how she can stand to have thatbath bomb shit on her skin, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she sleeps in Lorcán’s arms.
After I’ve rinsed off, I grab a towel, tightening it around my waist, and stand next to them at the counter.
Lorc is inspecting her healed bond mark, and he sighs.
“How is Finn handling things?” I ask.
Lorcán winces. “Not well.”
37
CILLIAN
My brother pacesin front of me. He’s finally lucid. The bond fully formed, and whatever haze was riding him is now gone.
“What the fuck did I do?”
“You’re okay, she’s fine.”
“This is notfine, Cillian. I just fucking tied her to me forever. It’s like I wasn’t in control of myself.”
