“Thank God,” she says, quickly crawling over to straddle my lap.
It’s obvious not having her suppressants is riding her hard, and maybe it could have been anyone sitting here on this couch with her, and she’d be asking for relief. But she was completely disinterested in that other Alpha.
She probably doesn’t know that Cillian would have also killed him if he touched her. Or maybe she does, and she doesn’t want to admit it. I’ve seen it so many times, people who grow up in this life trying to defy what their future holds, yet always come back to it because it’s familiar.
Maybe she’s subconsciously drawn to Cillian and me because she sees a familiar danger lurking underneath.
“And what is it that you want, pretty girl?” I ask her.
My hands spear through her soft hair as I cradle her head. Her pupils are blown wide, and she licks her lips.
She doesn’t speak, just crashes her lips to mine. The kiss is frantic and messy, and when her teeth tug on my bottom lip, I lose all control.
My hands grab her full ass to slide her pussy against my hardening cock as I slide my tongue into her mouth to taste her. She moans as I press the bulge in my pants against her pussy, applying pressure with each flex of my hips.
She gasps, and our lips part as I kiss along the perfectly unblemished column of her throat. When she’s finally ours and not hiding away in this hell hole, I’ll be leaving marks on her all the damn time. Sure, the Alphas can mark her permanently, but the idea of leaving my love bites in new places sends a tingle of pleasure down my spine.
“Do you think I can make you come without even touching your pussy?”
She makes a discontented noise but nods her head.
“Make a mess all over me, Elena. I want to walk downstairs, showing all those Alphas how I made you come all over me, and I didn’t even need to lift a finger.”
Elena moans, throwing her head back, and I keep pressing kisses against her soft skin. Her hips buck over my hardness. I can feel and smell her arousal, she’s close.
My grip on her ass cheeks gets tighter as I help her shift back and forth on my lap. My cock is aching, begging me to pull it out and slide deep inside of her, but I somehow control myself.
Part of me is holding back because an unfamiliar sense of guilt is looming around me. I understand Cillian’s reasons now. I want Elena to want me beyond this place, beyond her hormones that are at the forefront, controlling this situation.
I don’t want her to hate me for what we have planned next, and this feels safe enough.
“That’s it. Come on, pretty girl. I want to wear your scent for days,” I coax, my teeth dragging against her jaw.
Her hands wind tightly in my hair as her hips stutter. A strong vanilla frosting scent permeates the air as she moans and hunches over, panting into my ear. I wrap my arms around her and clutch her to my chest.
“Good girl. Feel better?”
She nuzzles against my neck. I don’t have an Alpha scent to soothe her, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she kisses behind my ear, clutching me just as hard as I am her.
While I can understand Cillian’s reasons even more than I did before, having her in my arms changes everything.
She needs to be brought to her new home with us as soon as possible. As soon as Cillian gets back from Boston, I’m putting my foot down.
“Can we just stay like this for a while?” she asks softly. I melt into her touch and nod my head.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but the entire time, I think of the least catastrophic way to make her ours.
12
ELENA
“I don’t knowif I’ll be able to come back tomorrow,” Declan warns.
“Oh, okay,” I reply, nuzzling into his bearded neck. I never gave much thought about a beard before, but I find that I like it. It’s soft and comforting against my face.
“Cillian should be back in a few days,” he reminds me.
“Does that mean you’ll stop coming to see me?” I ask as a pang of pain spasms in my chest, which I don’t want to admit is there. I find Declan’s energy comforting and relaxing in a way that is wholly different from Cillian’s.
