Yet on another level, there are moments when fear grips me, and the future seems hazy… I’m carrying his child, the change is coming, and this constant voice in my head keeps saying I should sit him down and talk about everything: my fears, my doubts, the secrets, just… clear the air.
What are we going to do, Eliano?Sometimes I whisper it, leaning over him as he sleeps, after an evening of carnal pleasures.
But the more days go by, the bigger it feels, like some giant dragon I have to slay with a superhuman effort, something we both tiptoe around and pretend isn't there.
One interesting thing worth mentioning is that something happens during the first week after Eliano’s return.
Eliano has a meaningful conversation with Bashir about what happened while he was gone.
I don't hear the exact words, since they talk outside, but I peek through the window. Eliano has his brows furrowed, his jaw clenched tight. So I figure Bashir told him about the alphas harassing me.
Suddenly Eliano spins on his heel and heads down the promenade. I rush out of the unit, eager to know what he’s up to.
My first instinct is to take off running after him. I don’t even know exactly why. Maybe to get a closer look at what he’s going to do, or maybe to stop him because digging this up isn't worth it.
But Bashir grabs my arm and holds me in place.
"This is alpha business, Salt," he says, his voice hard.
I roll my eyes and make a face, but… I stay put. I just shift so I can still watch the promenade and the units lined up along it.
First Eliano knocks on Steph's door, the alpha who bothered me in front of the dining hall.
As soon as the guy steps out, Eliano lands one precise and brutal punch. Steph drops flat, lights out. Then he just casually walks off, like nothing happened.
Next stop: the unit of the other alpha who'd harassed me before the dining room, Carl, I think.
Door opens, one punch to the face, down like a sack of bricks, out cold.
"Fuck, he’s good," I mutter.
Bashir glances at me in amusement. "Yeah, he told me he trained every day since he was six years old. It’s no surprise, he has it basically in his blood."
Eliano doesn't stop. There are four more, the ones who'd graffitied our unit’s walls and knocked on my door at night. Same thing. All of them end up like Steph. No resistance.
When Eliano turns and starts walking back, he locks eyes on my flushed face.
Bashir quickly removes himself from my proximity. I'm pretty sure he would not want to fight Eliano. He ranks second here, but he's nowhere near Eliano's level of prowess in fighting.
The moment Eliano is about twenty feet away, I duck back inside, yank my pants down, and by the time he walks in, I’m on the bed on all fours, presenting my ass high like an omega in heat, making a sweet AO calling sound. Yeah. ‘Invitation’.
Eliano’s on the doorstep, eyes dark and still wired from the fight, focusing on my shameless hole. I’ve heard alphas after a fight have a spike in testosterone and in libido, so… why not!
No words, just an AO growl rumbling in his chest as he crosses the room in two strides. His hands land on my hips, yanking me back so my ass slams against his crotch. I feel how thick and hard he already is through his jeans.
He doesn’t bother with teasing. One hand fists my hair, pulling my head back just enough to make me arch, the other pushes my thighs wider. And suddenly he’s pressing on my open pucker, just raw arousal, forcing his way past the ring until he bottoms out in one powerful thrust. I choke on a moan, from discomfort but also with pure fucking bliss, my hole clenching around him. Eliano starts pounding fast, deep, hips snapping and the bedframe bangs the wall. Every stroke hits that sweet spot dead-on, sending white-hot shocks up my spine. My arms shake, knees slide on the sheets, but he hauls me back by the hips, leaning over my ear and growling "Mine" against my neck.
Sadly, it’s over quickly. My cock jerks untouched, spurting across the blanket in thick ropes while my ass milks him dry. Eliano slams in one last time, buries himself balls-deep and comes with a rough grunt, flooding me so full I feel like my belly is bulging with cum, jizz is leaking out around his base before he even pulls back.
We stay locked like that for a second, breathing ragged, his chest pressed to my back, his lips kind of lazily mouthing my nape, his nose sniffing my hair.
"Nuddu si po’ permettiri di tuccari u me Salt!"(No one fucking dares touch my Salt!)
Again, I have no idea what he says but I’m pretty sure it’s something possessive, as I can sense him now much better than before, especially with his cock inside.
"I need to learn Sicilian," I say seriously. "I want our son to speak it fluently. And I want to understand what you two are talking about!" I blurt out, staring at the ceiling, basking in the pleasant afterglow.
Eliano chuckles, then turns his head to me, and smooches my cheek.
