The words are pure ecstasy to my ears. I finally sink slowly into her warmth. Her slick eases the way. The sensation doubles with her emotions bursting from her through the bond. My breath catches in my throat, and I freeze completely. More. I need her mark on me.
“Bite me, mark me in the same way I marked you, Lilah,” I say.
If she doesn’t cement it with her next heat—the pain will burn through me, but it will be worth it just to feel her mark on me. And if I have it my way, I’ll be right there next to her in a full blown rut, making her mine.
Her heavy gaze meets mine, and she licks her lips before focusing on my neck. She nods once, and I lean over her, giving her my full weight. Her pussy walls grip me tightly, and her lips move against my pulse point. A slight burn flares through me as she claims me, then the flood of sensation and emotion becomes a tidal wave. A tsunami. My chest heaves as I attempt not to combust. My muscles shake with the full force of the connection.
I move my hips to test the new sensations, and we both gasp. She laughs as she clings to me. It’s a breathy, happy sound that speaks to my soul. We are like one. She meets my every thrust, our bodies coming together like they are meant to.
A tingle starts in the base of my spine, building to a crescendo, my balls tighten, and I spread her legs wide and watch as my knot disappears fully into her. Still, I thrust deeper. She whimpers. The sound encourages me to lift her hips and pull her flush against me as I fill her with my cum.
Her final climax has my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I try to not collapse on to her. My arms shake as I hold myself up. And the way her walls grip me over and over again pulls a deep moan from me.
She’s mine. Completely. And I’m never letting her go. I press a soft kiss to her lips, and her fingers drag over my scalp and through my hair, sending goosebumps down my spine. I could stay like this forever.
The rut has different ideas. And it includes fucking as many times as possible. My knot barely gives me five minutes to enjoy being fully connected to her before it starts to ease. Ipress my forehead to hers and close my eyes, savoring the last moment of having her all to myself. At least for tonight.
Then I let nature take its course and slip out. Making room for Elliott. The connection doesn’t fade though.
Rafe grins over at me and lifts an eyebrow that says, ‘Good now?’ I nod. Although, I honestly can go again right this second.
Instead, I lean back on the pillows and watch as Elliott offers Lilah a grape from the forgotten cooler. She takes it, curling her lips around his finger and sucking the fruit into her mouth. He pours her some of the champagne, holding it to give her a sip as he holds her up. After she takes a sip and he is satisfied she doesn’t want more, he settles her back on the pillows. He’s in full aftercare mode.
In fact, I’m not sure when he left, but he has a towel and a washcloth with what appears to be a bowl of water. Steam rises off of the surface as he dips the washcloth into it. He moves to kneel between her legs, bringing the damp cloth to her center and gently washing her. She purrs with contentment as he repeats the process until he’s satisfied. Then he uses the other towel to dry her off.
“Can I taste you?” Elliott murmurs, his gaze between her legs giving no question to what he means.
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip and nods.
CHAPTER 41
Lilah
I’m living a dream.Releasing my lip slowly, I hold my breath as Elliott adjusts himself between my legs. He presses a kiss, followed by a soft nip to my hip bone, his fingers trailing across my pelvic bone and lower.
My back arches off of the blankets at his touch to my oversensitive skin. I’m not sure how many more orgasms I can survive, but I’m willing to test the limits. Even as my legs shake at even the slightest attention and I don’t think I could stand even if I had to.
He works his way to my inner thigh, biting me more than nipping this time. A moan breaks out of me, my entire being focusing on the place his mouth touches my skin. While his fingers glide through the growing slick between my folds. Strumming over my clit like he’s an expert at bringing pleasure to my body.
I bury my fingers into his hair, wanting him to mark me. One mark and I’ve grown greedy it seems. Will they hurt as they fade in my next heat if they don’t pick me? Yes, like being trapped in the pits of hell. Have I survived that pain once already? Yes. Only this time, it will be worth it.
“Bite me, Elliott,” I gasp.
He purrs, his teeth grazing the same spot again as if he’s considering it. Then he does. Sending me rolling into the crashing waves of another orgasm. I can’t catch my breath as his tongue soothes the mark and a thrumming connection forms between us. I think I could live for this feeling.
His pleasure washes over me as he runs his tongue over my clit, two fingers exposing me. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth, and every single muscle in my body spasms uncontrollably.
Unintelligible noises leave my lips, and I’m floating in the cosmos. Slick and cum run down my ass, and Elliott swipes his tongue through the moisture catching it. I can feel his control slipping through the new bond. The urge that’s riding him to possess me. His pure alpha pheromones wash over me, and I want that too.
He moves up my body, peppering kisses as he does. My fingers find his chest, moving through the soft dusting of hair, over his broad shoulders—exploring the sensation of touching him. I don’t remember this with the claiming mark from Jared. This baring of my soul, enough to merge with theirs. Because I can feel them both brushing against my consciousness. And each thing they feel comes rolling through me like an echo of pleasure, making mine greater.
It is intoxicating.
He nudges my folds with his swollen crown, leaking pre-cum like it’s slick. Then he slides into me. My breath catches in my chest. My nails dig into his shoulder. And my legs wrap around his waist, encouraging him deeper. He lifts me to him, baring his throat for me.
“Bite me, Lilah, claim what’s yours,” he demands.
The world fades as he strokes inside of me, and my walls flutter around him, ready to throw me into another orgasm. The muscles in my stomach roll, letting me know they thinkI’ve done an extensive ab workout recently. And I’ll be feeling it in the morning. Still, I do what he wants, what we both want, and sink my teeth into his neck.
