“Let me show you how good I am at my job and you’ll understand.”
Silas’ lips trembled almost imperceptibly. The air between them thickened with desire and flooded Elijah’s lungs even as he tried to keep himself divided from it. Sex was his trade, and he was good at what he did—but with Silas, it felt like it was his first day on the job again, bumbling, uncertain, and in way over his head. For the first time since he’d started having heats, he imagined what it would be like to be owned by an alpha—owned by Silas. With his haunting green eyes and his firm, perfect body, Elijah knew they’d make pretty babies.
His cock twitched at the thought.
Silas sat back in his chair and shook his head slowly. A grin pulled at his lips, as though he thought it was a joke. “I’ll pass.”
The disinterest hurt, and Elijah did his best to pull himself back together. He needed to flirt less and get back to the heart of the matter. The sooner he was released from Stonecrest Rehabilitation Center, the sooner he could get on with his life. “The point is, I don’t need this place. I’m more confident than any omega you’ll ever meet, I’m resourceful, and I don’t need to be coddled or trained or given some minimum wage job and housing assistance to keep me off the streets. I can survive on my own.”
“Why survive when you can thrive?” Silas asked. The grin brightened his eyes, and Elijah lost himself in them. Each time he pulled away, Silas drew him back harder than before. What made it worse was Elijah was sure he wasn’t doing it on purpose. “Stay here with me for a while and let me show you what it’s like to really live. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
It was a promise Elijah wasn’t sure Silas could keep. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was of it.
He didn’t need salvation—he needed Silas.
Anything less would be a disappointment.
