He tilts his head back, moaning. He kneads my breasts. One hand leaves me, and I whine a protest, but then his seat reclines and slides backwards.I fall forward, catching myself so I’m leaning over him. His hand slides up under my top, stroking my side.
This is that fantasy again, the same dream. Me and Elijah burning up, and his familiar hands on me, but, this time, there’s no fear, no hesitation, nothing to stop us.
“Your suppressants, where are they?” Elijah asks.
“I don’t have any.”
He hisses. “You smell like you’re going into heat, Sofia.”
“Not yet,” I murmur. “Soon, but not yet. You’ll look after me, won’t you, Eli?” It’s a teasing croon that I know he can’t resist.
His hands clench involuntarily on my sides. “Yes,” he says roughly with a hint of a growl. “Of course, I will.”
“And tonight? Will you let this fever dream continue?”
“I shouldn’t. I wanted to do this all properly, in a bed, roses, romance.”
“I don’t need all that; I just need you.”
He groans in defeat, and I know I’ve won.
I wiggle around, peeling my pants and undies off, and when I sit back down on him, I’m naked and wet from the waist down. His eyes open wide as he looks between where I’m sitting and my face.
I reach for my top, but he stops me.
“No, if anyone sees you naked, I don’t know what I’ll do. You’re mine. Tonight, at least. I can’t share you.”
A thrill flutters up my spine at the alpha growl of pure possession. I reach for his pants, pulling them wide open, and then he lifts us, sliding them down to his knees.
“You have a nice dick, Eli.”
He lets out a strangled laugh, but when I stroke the hard length of him, from base to tip, he shudders and shakes in my hold.
“I want to touch you,” he says roughly.
Reluctantly, I let him go, and his fingers delve in, stroking with barely there whisper touches over my clit, my labia, and down to circle my dripping hole. My thighs tense as I hold still, perched over him, and then he flattens his entire hand and drags it through, stroking my pussy like it’s a cat.
I grab his shoulders and grind into his hand. My eyes close as my head tilts back.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs.
“Again!”
He does it again, but I can’t stand it. It’s not enough. My pussy is aching, my clit tingles, I feel empty. I need him.
I shove his hand away, grab his cock, and hold him still while I impale myself.
Oh, wow. I open my eyes and see Elijah staring at me, and the tiny bit of panic fades completely. Filling me instead with a satisfaction and fierce desire to make this alpha scream my name.
“Oh, shit, Sofia, Sofia,” he moans and grabs my hips. I lean forward, collapsing on him as the last few inches of him press inside me.
I slide my fingers up under his shirt, over all that delicious golden skin and hard muscle I am dying to explore.
“Eli,” I moan. I clench around him, but let my body adjust to the size of him, not moving. He’s breathing hard, his eyes on me.
Everything is raw and real. Our foreplay was a whole night of making out, my sexual awakening, and then eight years of dreaming about him.
“I’ve dreamed about this since the night you left town,” I whisper to him, admitting the truth is easy like this.
