My hand finds his shirt. I pull him roughly towards me, and he comes easily. His mouth meets mine gently, like he's holding himself back through sheer force of will, and the restraint in it makes me want him more. I kiss him harder. My hands find hischest, tugging at his shirt, needing it gone, needing his skin on mine immediately.
He helps me. His hands move to the buttons, working them open one by one while his mouth stays on mine, and when the fabric falls away his skin is warm and solid under my palms. I push at his shoulders, urging him back into the nest.
The blankets shift around us. Adrian and Bash step back, giving us space without leaving the room. I still feel them at the edges of the nest, their scents lingering close, but my omega is fixed on Elias with singular focus.
He worships me.
There is no other word for it. He flips our positions, then his mouth moves from my lips to my jaw to the pulse point beneath my ear. Each kiss is slow and sweet. His hands are steady as they push my shirt up, exposing my stomach, and then his mouth is there too, pressing warm, open kisses across my skin until I’m arching beneath him.
“My omega,” he murmurs against my ribs. The words rumble through his chest into mine, and my core clenches hard enough that I whimper.
He takes his time exploring as I writhe under him.
His mouth finds my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. Somehow the bra is gone, his hands working it off quickly before his mouth returns to my nipple. The sound I make is loud in the quiet room.
He sucks gently. His tongue circles once, and my back arches off the bed. His hand cups my other breast, thumb brushing acrossthe nipple, and the combined sensation sends heat spiraling lower, pooling between my thighs until I’m clutching at his shoulders.
“Elias,” I gasp.
He hums against my skin. The vibration travels through me, and my hips lift involuntarily.
His mouth moves lower.
Open kisses trail down my stomach. His hands push my pants down my hips, and I kick them off, desperate now, beyond thought, beyond anything except the need building inside me. His mouth reaches the waistband of my underwear, and he looks up at me once, a silent question in his eyes.
“Please,” I say.
He hooks his fingers into the fabric and pulls it down slowly, and then his mouth is between my thighs and the world narrows to that single point of sensation.
His tongue is flat and warm against me. He licks me once from bottom to top, and my entire body jerks. His hands settle on my thighs, holding me open, and then his mouth settles over me fully, his tongue circling my clit until I cry out.
The orgasm builds fast. Too fast. Heat has been coiling inside me since the moment their scents hit the house, and Elias’s mouth is the spark that lights it. His tongue flicks against me, firm and relentless, and my hands fist in his hair, keeping him there as pleasure crashes through me in waves that leave me shaking.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps moving, slower now, gentler, drawing the sensation out until I’m whimpering beneath him, oversensitive and still wanting more.
When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet and his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. He kisses his way back up my body, and I can taste myself on his lips when he reaches my mouth.
“I need you,” I whisper against his mouth.
He reaches between us. I feel his hand working at his belt, then his pants, and then his cock is hot and hard against my thigh. He positions himself carefully, one hand guiding himself to my entrance, and the first press of him inside makes me gasp.
He’s big. The stretch is intense, my body tightens around him, and he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust with each inch. His forehead presses against mine, his breathing rough, and the effort it takes to maintain that control is written across every line of his face.
“Talk to me,” I manage.
His voice is low, rough at the edges. “You’re doing perfect. Just breathe. Let me know if it’s too much.”
He pushes deeper. The fullness is overwhelming, pleasure and pressure build together until my nails dig into his shoulders. He rocks into me once, twice, finding a rhythm that makes my breath catch as his knot brushes my clit. Then he's moving steadily, each thrust driving the heat higher.
Then he works his knot inside me, and I come again around him. This one rolls through me slower, deeper, my body clenchingaround his cock in waves that leave me gasping. He holds himself above me, his arms shaking slightly with the effort of his restraint, and when his knot finally ebbs he presses his forehead to mine and breathes.
“Can I bond you?” he asks, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I say.
His teeth quickly find the side of my neck. The bite is sharp and deep. Then the pain transforms into something else entirely—a rush of warmth that floods through every vein, every cell, every corner of my body until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. His scent floods my senses, richer and deeper than it’s ever been, and beneath it, I feel our bond settle into place.
He holds the bite for a moment, and when he finally releases my neck, his mouth finds mine in a kiss so sweet it makes me tear up. I don't think. I turn my head and bite the side of his neck, and satisfaction flows through me as I feel the bond between us settle fully into place.
