Page 31 of Elas (Mate’s Mark #2)

Elas

Surprise makes his eyes bulge, and I can’t help it as I laugh again. August is innocent in his own logical, curious way, and he thought I was done so soon.

Teaching him will be fun.

“Round one?” He scoops some of my slick off his thigh, which makes my greedy cock give another mindless thrust into him. “If this isn’t semen, then what is it?”

I reach between his legs and smear some onto my hand.

“Listen, as much as I love the sexy doctor act, let’s not use the word semen while we’re in the middle of fucking.

” He flashes me a flushed, sheepish grin over his shoulder, and I laugh again as I kiss the curve of his neck.

“Nu’vak come at least twice. The first time is slick to prepare our partner, the second is to fill them with our seed. ”

“So seed is okay, but not semen?” he murmurs, then yelps when I swat his ass.

“Sassy.” Lips tugged between his teeth, he glances up at me looking adorably shy.

When he gives a slight wiggle and arches his spine into the tiniest curve, I realize why.

“Oh, someone enjoyed that, did they?” I smack his ass cheek harder and his lips clamp together as he tries to stifle his throaty moan.

“You, uh, were saying?” he stutters, and I grin as his inner curiosity wins over his need to come across my lap while I pinken his cheeks. I file that fun piece of information aside for later.

“The first release is our slick.” I pull my fingers apart and let the thick liquid web between them, already seeing the questions form in his brain. “Lubricant, primarily, but it has relaxing qualities.”

“Oh,” he breathes, and I chuckle again.

“Damn, you’re sweet, doc,” I murmur as I kiss his hair, trailing a path to his ear that makes him shiver. “I told you, my cock gets even bigger, and I want you as relaxed as possible when I fuck you senseless.”

“Now?” he whispers, and I slide my slick hand down the front of his body. His dick pushes off his hips, begging to be touched. I wrap my fingers around it and give him a single pump that makes his jaw drop.

“You’re not ready for me yet.” Sweet whimpers and quiet, needy moans push from his lips as I kiss along his neck and jawline, moving my hand faster on his cock. “You make me fucking crazy, August. I don’t have the patience to prep you right now. And trust me, doc… you will need to be prepped.”

August whirls, and I’m so stunned by his sudden movement that when his palms hit my chest, I have to step back.

He’s a fucking dream—chest heaving, cock flushed and leaking as it juts from his body, and his pants tangled around his ankles.

“What’s the matter?” I taunt, and he shoves his fingers through his hair as he stares at me with wild eyes. “Mad because you want to be fucked?”

He steps out of his pants and lunges towards me again, but this time I don’t budge and his chest thunks against mine. “You’re a menace,” he hisses, and I love the way he’s lost control. My prim and proper, poised mate is a needy, pissed off mess because I won’t fuck him.

“You know it, baby,” I tease, then grunt as he fists my hair and yanks our mouths together.

He kisses me like his life depends on it—like he needs my air to fill his lungs.

His tongue fights for dominance with mine, his desperate moans passing between us as his hands roam my body.

One pulls on my braids and tugs, while the other moves down my spine, gripping my ass as he thrusts against me.

And then he falls to his knees.

“August,” I groan, and his eyes fly up to mine from his spot between my feet. Never breaking eye contact, he wraps his fingers around my cock and strokes, and I fight my instinctual need to thrust forward into his grip. “Fuck, look at you down there,” I murmur as I reach to stroke his jaw.

“Can I…” He trails off, glancing at my cock and back up at my face.

“Whatever the question was about to be, the answer is a resounding yes.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners like they do when he’s genuinely happy, before his gaze drops to my dick in his hand. “You said this gets bigger?”

“When I’m close to coming, yes. ”

He nods, dragging his thumb over the slightly raised rings along my shaft. Unlike his cock, mine doesn’t have a distinct head, and instead of a single slit, there are two. One for slick, one for semen , as the good doc would say. I grin at the thought.

“It’s like an accordion,” he blurts, and I snort as he flushes.

“Yeah, doc, like an accordion. It’s nature’s way of making sure I’m breeding you deep enough to make sure it takes.” My cock flexes in his grip at the mental image, and he releases the sweetest whine as he drags his eyes back to mine.

“Can I… well, I want to…” He trails off again, and I huff my impatience.

“None of that embarrassed bullshit, August. Not with me. Can you what?”

“Suck on it? Because I’ll be blunt, Elas, I’d very much like to do that. Right now.”

My grin turns downright filthy at his stammering, and my thumb that was casually stroking his jaw tugs his chin until his lips pop apart.

“Do whatever you want to it, August. I’ll warn you if I get close…

although something tells me you’ll figure it out on your own.

” He grins and nods, inching forward as my entire body tenses in anticipation.

He stops to lick his lips, and my pulse hammers.

If he makes me wait any longer, I might pass out.

His jaw hinges wider, and the wet heat of his tongue presses on the underside of my cock before his lips close around it.

Another sweet moan builds in his throat, muffled this time, and I wonder if he’s aware of all the noises he makes.

August isn’t loud, but he makes no secret of what he enjoys.

He takes me deeper, drawing his cheeks in as he slides the pink ring of his lips along my length.

“God, look how good you take me,” I murmur, moving my fingers into his hair and raking through the dirty blonde locks.

I can’t look away—transfixed by the way his lips flare ever so slightly when they hit the raised rings around my shaft.

My heartbeat pumps in my chest so heavily I’ve grown a pulse in all my extremities.

Fingers and toes thud in a dull beat, my tongue tingles inside my mouth, and my too-full balls are pulsing.

The need to pour myself into him crackles through my limbs as I watch him bob his head, taking me until I bump the back of his throat.

My body aches. Every muscle clenches and swells as he loosens his lips and swirls his tongue, tasting the slick that coats me.

The leftover desire from watching him come in the file room mixes with the frenzy caused by my first release.

It builds into something potent that’s damned near explosive in my veins.

My dick pops out of his mouth with a wet slurp as he pulls back and stretches his jaw. “Seven hells, Elas, I’ll have to work to get these muscles in shape. I’m out of practice.”

“Practice on me any time you want, doc,” I say with a wink, and he rests his cheek on my thigh and grins up at me. It’s so natural with him. So comfortable . The closeness, the teasing, the casual intimacy… all of it feels as though we’ve been doing it forever.

The sight of him kneeling naked at my feet, with his swollen lips and slick chin and hard cock bobbing between his legs, might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His fingers wrap around my length, but instead of taking me back in his mouth, he pushes my cock up and ducks his head.

“No wonder he thinks mine are tiny,” I hear him mumble, and I choke on another laugh that morphs into a groan as his tongue finds the sensitive skin of my sac. He sucks one of my balls between his lips, and my hips slide forward as I find friction against his palm.

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, all composure gone as he draws on one side, then the other.

The slow, rhythmic pump of his hand along my erection never stops as the heat of his tongue drags across my balls.

My eyes burn with the need to blink, but I don’t want to miss a single moment.

My unwavering, rapt attention is glued to every detail—how he quietly moans as he sucks on my skin and how his eyelids flutter closed in pleasure.

The way his cheeks flush as he nuzzles his nose against my cock, and the tiny, involuntary thrusts of his hips.

He releases my balls, panting as he drags his tongue up the underside of my shaft. Hazel eyes find mine, hooded and fluttering, and godsdamned beautiful. An image flashes through my mind of August laid out beneath me, giving me that same sultry gaze as I thrust into him.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, and he shifts from sensual to surprised as my cock extends.

The muscles fill with boiling blood as my body rebels, telling me it’s tired of waiting.

The rings around my shaft extend until the skin aches with the stretch, making me hard as fucking steel as my balls tighten.

“You make me want it too much, baby. I can’t control it. I’m going to come.”

He snaps into action, fisting my length at the base and burying me inside the heat of his mouth.

Cheeks hollowed, he sinks his head until he meets the flesh of his fist, then draws back and starts over again.

Loud, desperate sounds climb from my throat, growing in volume as my thighs start to quake.

August’s other hand reaches between my legs and cups my balls. Eyes still on mine, he rolls his fingers and sucks, hard . For a blissful moment I’m floating in the clouds, every muscle drawing tighter until it all becomes too much.

My hips snap forward with a groan, and my core gives a final tightening squeeze, contracting until the pressure breaks.

Pleasure rushes my body until my vision becomes dotted with pinpricks of white and my ears buzz.

Heavy beats pulse through my cock, hammering against August’s lips as he draws them tight.

He moans as he shuttles his hand along my throbbing dick, giving my balls another squeeze as my release pumps into his mouth.

Droplets leak from his lips, forming a creamy trail that runs down his chin.

The sight makes another wave of ecstasy erupt from deep inside me.

I come so hard my legs tremble, and I don’t stop thrusting until it becomes too sensitive.

My cock shines with spit as he releases me, and August is the definition of ruined. Cheeks flushed, lips puffy and wet, while cum and spit soak his chin. Desperation clouds his eyes as his hips jerk in tiny motions, and I chuckle at the sight of my mate humping the air for some relief.

“On your feet,” I demand, my voice nothing more than a growl, and he scrambles to stand. August gasps as I pick him up and wrap his legs around my waist. His cock slides against my stomach as he curls his face into my neck and jerks his hips forward. “Such a needy mate, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he whimpers, and his nails claw at my back as he grinds against me. My fingertip presses against his hole, quickly breaching him and slipping inside.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Even after seeing how big I get?

” Completely mindless, he thrashes his head in a desperate nod as he thrusts faster.

Pre-cum slicks my stomach, and his thighs and ass flex as he chases his pleasure.

“Gods, you’re perfect. Who knew the good doc secretly wanted to be bent over and fucked until he cries? ”

“Please, Elas,” he mumbles, his body tightening around me as his motions become jerky. My finger pushes deeper, slippery from slick and spit, and I add a second as he moans in my ear.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” He nods again as I pump my fingers inside him. “Where do you want to come, baby? On my stomach like this or in my mouth?” His only response is a muffled moan as he rocks his hips faster. “Too desperate to do anything other than hump me, are you?”

“Yes,” he whispers, and I chuckle as I revel in the feel of him in my arms. The unbridled way he takes what he wants from me, and the way he’s let himself go.

“Take it, baby,” I murmur as I curl my fingers, and he jolts against me.

“Shit,” he gasps, his entire body tensing for a moment before he digs his nails into my back, rutting against me faster.

“Such a good mate.” I thrust against that same spot, and he mewls and trembles in my arms as he loses all control.

“So perfect, taking what you want from me. Fuck me harder. Make yourself come.” After a few frantic swings of his hips, he moans, louder than I’ve ever heard.

Warmth spreads over my stomach as his cock jerks between us, and his body pulses around my fingers.

He gasps against my neck, his lips trying to kiss me while all those sweet noises fight to break free.

My cock fills again, awoken by the feel of his cum painting over my skin, but August sags against me with a relieved sigh.

He’s exhausted himself. Carefully, I slip my fingers loose as he nuzzles into me, and I carry him to the bed and place him on the blankets.

His face is the picture of blissed out relaxation as I pull back, though he blushes when he spots my stomach.

“I, um, made a mess of you.”

I grin at him, dragging my palm through his release and spreading it over my stomach.

“Good thing I like smelling like you.” His eyes flare when he notices my erection, but I shake my head with a smile.

“Ignore it. If I paid attention to my dick every time it perked up around you, we’d never get anything else done.

” He opens his mouth, most likely to argue, when his stomach rumbles loudly.

“Let’s get you cleaned and fed. Really, I’m fine. I’m fucking amazing , okay?” I lean down and press a kiss to his lips, and as I go to pull away, he grabs at my shoulders and stops me. Our eyes meet, something heavy passing between us.

“We’re going to figure this out, aren’t we?” The uncertainty in his voice forms a crack right down the center of my chest, but I force a reassuring smile.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then trust when I say we’ll be okay.”

“I want to be more than okay,” he whispers, so very vulnerable as he tugs on my neck. I relent and give him what he needs, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“We will always be more than okay, August. If you believe nothing else in this world, believe that. You are mine, yes?”

“Yes,” he agrees, and something warm and cozy settles deep in my core. Something I haven’t felt since the day I walked away from my parents’ house almost a century ago.

Something that feels like home.