Page 28 of Elas (Mate’s Mark #2)

Elas

A confident, familiar stride echoes through the hall, and my possessive instincts flare at the sound.

Maybe I should say something—warn August that someone is coming and give him a chance to put himself together. A deeper, monstrous part of me fights for dominance, though, and I let it win.

Gladly.

It refuses to let August go now that I’ve got him, and I recognize those footsteps.

I know who’s coming.

August’s body is perfection against mine. Soft in the right places and hard in the others, connecting with my rough edges like he was built to fit between them. Puffs of breath and quiet gasps mingle with the friction of cloth on leather as he rocks against me.

He’s lost all self-control.

I don’t imagine many have seen him this way. August isn’t the type who loses control. Poised and put-together, taking his time and meticulously planning everything… but right now?

He’s fucking my thigh like he’s racing towards the finish.

The footsteps come closer, and August is so lost in the sensations that he’s oblivious. He doesn’t notice the knob turning or the door cracking open. He never even realizes that Xeni has stepped into the room.

Solid white eyes land on mine as my lips and tongue drag along August’s neck, covering him in my scent.

The salt from his sweat coats my tongue as my teeth scrape his throat—the most vulnerable part of him.

My jaws could snap his bones without a second thought, but he lifts his chin and gives me room.

He invites more.

Practically begs for it.

“Elas,” August whispers, and Xeni’s eyes flare as they drop to my hand tucked under August’s pants. The muscles of his ass flex under my palm as he thrusts against me. I tease a finger along his cheek, venturing closer to what waits lower.

“Do you want that, baby?” I murmur, never blinking as I continue to stare at Xeni. He snarls, his fists clenching at his sides. “Want me to touch you?”

An instinctual understanding passes between me and Xeni as his eyes land on mine again. He knows I heard him—that I allowed him to see us together. This is a claiming… a primal stake to what belongs to me.

It’s a threat that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud, and the rules are simple.

Don’t look .

Don’t touch.

Don’t even fucking think about it.

August is mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who dares to question that.

“Please, Elas,” August whimpers, and a desperate moan rips from his lips as I press my fingertip against his hole. I squeeze his cheek, spreading him further as I tease him, and his muscles flex at the pressure. Xeni throws me one final snarl before storming from the room.

August never notices his presence, and I quickly forget the interruption.

I kiss a trail along his jawline to his mouth, finding his tongue with mine as that single finger swirls around his hole.

“What do you like, baby?” I murmur between kisses, my fingertip pushing with more pressure as his body clenches. “Do you like being filled?”

“Yeah,” he whimpers, chasing my mouth as I pull back, wanting to look him in his eyes.

“You like to be fucked, August?”

“Gods,” he groans, arousal and embarrassment burning in a deep flush on his cheeks.

I lift my hand to my mouth and spit on my finger as I raise my brows at him, waiting.

He pleads with his eyes, but I’m not about to let him get away without answering.

Not when those apple cheeks are so deliciously shy.

“I want to hear you say it, doc. Use that filthy word. Go on.” I grin wider, and he chases my mouth.

I relent, my lips finding his with just as much enthusiasm as before.

His head jerks in a nod as we kiss, and I chuckle.

“Say it,” I whisper, teasing, and he groans as he rips his lips away from mine .

“Yes, I like to be fucked, Elas. Happy now?” He attempts a scowl, but I work my hand down the back of his pants again. His lips fall apart and his eyes roll into his head as I press my slick fingertip on his hole.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” I murmur as I slip that finger inside him. Tight heat surrounds me as I slowly push into him, and another pleading whimper leaves his throat. His face tucks into my neck, rutting against me like he can’t help it. “Does that feel good?”

He nods, the silky strands of his hair scratching my chin as his lips tease my throat. Everything about him is so soft. Not delicate or fragile, but gentle and full of light. Even the noises he makes are quiet, so unlike the growling, guttural sounds that come from me.

My cock aches in my leather pants, but I ignore it. This is about him, and about devoting every bit of my attention to his pleasure. My finger slips further inside him with each thrust until I’m knuckle deep. I savor each tight squeeze and needy flex of his body around me.

“You would be so pretty laid out for me to enjoy.” My nose traces along the shell of his ear and down the side of his neck.

I press a kiss to the crook of his shoulder as he shudders.

“Legs hooked on my arms, that cute flush on your cheeks as I fuck you. You’d make all those sweet noises for me, wouldn’t you? ”

“Yes,” he moans, then whines when I slip my finger out of him and remove my hand. He pulls back and his pupils are blown as his hooded eyes meet mine. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Elas, please?”

A deep laugh leaves me as I press a kiss on his pouting lips. “Do you always beg so pretty? ”

“No, I’ve never…” He trails off, those eyes so much softer than they were moments ago. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Something fundamental inside me cracks wide open at his honest admission, and I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile.

“Me neither, baby. We’ll figure it out together, okay?

” He nods, biting at his already swollen lip.

My hand lands on his chest, right where his mark lies underneath his shirts, and he gasps at the contact. “You’ve got me.”

“Do I?” So much vulnerability shines in his eyes that it steals my breath.

“Yeah, August. Yeah, you do.” Our lips meet again, sweeter this time, but with no less need.

My hand trails down his chest and over his stomach as his muscles tremble and bunch.

When I reach the waist of his pants, I pull my thigh away and glance down at the outline of his cock pushing against the thin material of his scrubs.

“Doc’s got a big dick, huh?”

“Elas!” he whisper-shouts, and I throw my head back in a laugh as he slaps at my chest.

“Well, you do! Look at that beast.”

“Oh, my gods,” he groans, his face turning neon red. “You’re a menace.”

“Sweetheart, I never denied it.” I yank at the tie of his scrubs, loosening them around his waist, and his breathy whisper of my name is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

The green material bunches as I push his pants lower, exposing a patch of golden hair leading down from his navel.

His cock fights against his pants until I give them another shove and it pops free.

Long, flushed pink, and so hard the head already pushes out from his foreskin.

My fingers wrap around him, and I shudder at the heat against my palm.

“You are fucking perfect,” I murmur with a slow stroke.

August’s entire body tenses and I swear he doesn’t breathe as I move my hand along his length.

He holds his breath even as his lips part, and it all comes tumbling out in a stuttered sigh as I swipe my thumb over the tip.

His hips rock forward, and a low growl forms in my throat at the slide of his cock through the ring of my fingers. Another quiet whine slips loose from his parted lips, and he tucks his face back into my neck. I breathe in his scent as I explore lower, cupping his tight balls.

“These are so tiny and cute,” I tease as I roll them in my hand, and he scoffs and pulls back to glare at me.

“You can’t just say that,” he argues, though the heat of his argument is lost to the flush on his cheeks and the way he keeps rocking his hips.

I grin with a soft laugh. “But it’s true. They would both fit in my mouth easily.”

“Gods,” he groans, “you have absolutely no filter, do you?”

“You’d rather not hear about how I plan to suck on your balls, then?

It will be just before I pin you to the bed and spread that beautiful ass to eat for dessert.

” Another delicious sound comes from deep in his chest, and my grin spreads.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you first and clean my cum out with my tongue before we start again. ”

“Elas,” he moans, and I relish the heat that burns in his eyes as he slams our mouths together. His hand lands on my cock, cupping me through my pants, and the groan that leaves me is damn close to feral. “You’re so big.”

“It gets even bigger,” I murmur against his kiss, and his eyes grow huge as he pulls away and gawks up at me.

I grin as I spit in my palm, spreading the slickness over his cock until it makes an obscene sound.

His hand freezes as he falls into the sensations, his hips jerking forward to meet the pump of my fist.

“We don’t have time for that right now, baby, but we will.

When we can take our time, I will show you everything.

” I release his cock and reach further, tapping my finger against his hole.

“You’ll be so full of me that my scent will cover you for days.

Over and over again, until you’re so thoroughly fucked, you can’t even think straight. ”

“Please?” he whispers as I pick up speed, sliding my fist along his length. He rubs and squeezes through my pants, but he won’t make me come. Right now, that isn’t my concern, but I still fall into the sensation while barely suppressing the need to claim him right here.

Let them all hear my name on his cries and smell us merged as one. Let them see his flushed cheeks, and his kiss-swollen lips, and his rumpled clothing.

Let them know he’s mine.

I spit on my palm once more, squeezing tighter and pumping him faster. “Fuck my hand, baby.” His head thrashes in a nod as his hips jerk. His eyes swing up to mine, and the helplessness in them melts the last of my control. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

He nods again, and he’s unbelievably beautiful as he closes his eyes and gasps.

“Elas, I’m close. I’m so close… I’m going to…

” The sweetest moan leaves his lips as he drives forw ard, and his cock flexes in my grip before the muscles at the base begin to throb.

“Oh, gods,” he gasps as his entire body trembles, curling in on himself as he jerks in short thrusts, bursts of his cum shooting into my hand.

“So perfect,” I murmur as I work him through his orgasm, using his cum to slick his cock further. “You are so fucking perfect.” His thrusts slow and I pace my hand to follow his lead, and when he finally sags against me, my monster is desperate.

I push it down, promising myself it won’t be long. That soon, he’ll be all mine.

His breathing is heavy, his back rising and falling as he lays against my chest. I hear his thick swallow, almost feel the burn of his cheeks through my armor. He reaches for me again, and I stop him. “This was about you, doc,” I say, surprised by the emotion in my voice.

“Do you not want me to…” He trails off, his eyes seeking as they meet mine.

“August, I want you to do absolutely anything you can imagine to me. This has nothing to do with what I want, because the minute your hands are on my bare skin, I won’t be able to control myself.

If you touch me right now, I’ll fuck you against the wall, and I’d rather do that when I can take my time with you.

” Reality hits, and he glances over his shoulder.

“Oh… my gods… you just jerked me off in the file room.”

“I did,” I chuckle, tucking his softened cock back into his pants.

His release coats my hand, and he watches as I lift it to my mouth and lick my palm.

The taste of him awakens that beast inside me, instinct telling me to cover myself in his scent.

His eyes widen as I drag my hand over my neck, spreading the heady smell over my skin.

“What are you doing?” he asks, tracking the movement.

Curious little doc.

“Marking myself with you. Making sure your scent is all over me, so any predators that come too close will know who you belong to.”

He swallows hard again, and the way his eyes dance around my face tells me he’s forming a question. I don’t interrupt his thought process, instead tying his pants and smoothing down his shirt.

“I’m yours?” he finally asks.

“Yes. You are mine, and I am yours.”

“You say it like it’s so simple.”

“Do you not want it to be?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“I can’t predict the future, August. There’s a change coming, though.

That much I’m sure of, and I’ve never ignored my instincts.

A time may come when a lot happens very quickly.

It could be soon, or it could be months from now.

There’s no way for us to know.” I reach up and brush my knuckles over his cheek.

“In a world that might get very complicated, this can be simple. We can be simple.”

“I can get behind that,” he says, another shimmer of tears glittering in his hazel eyes.

“Good, baby. That’s really good.” I press a soft kiss to his lips, and he sighs as I rest my forehead against his. “Now that this entire hallway smells of sex, we need to go home. There are things we need to discuss. ”

“What—”

“Later,” I warn, and he nods, glancing towards the back corner of the room.

After checking our clothing once more, we step into the hallway.

We don’t pass many people on the way out, though I catch Xeni’s eyes through an exam room door.

Pure contempt pours from him as his nostrils flare, but I only smirk and lead August out into the early evening sun.