Page 37 of Elas (Mate’s Mark #2)

August

An electric sting charges my system as Elas’s slicked fingers push inside me. “Oh, shit,” I groan, my body pulsing from the denied orgasm it’s desperate to find. Enormous fingers thrust in and out of me, and already, I feel more full than I’ve ever been. The stretch is glorious.

“Why… why doesn’t it hurt?” I manage to ask as he sinks his thick fingers deeper. “It’s been a long time, and this feels…” I trail off with a gasp, my spine arching and fists tightening in the sheets.

A low rumble of a laugh leaves his throat. “Finish that thought, baby. How does it feel?”

“Incredible,” I breathe.

“Told you,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers loose. He scoops more of his slick from my stomach, and a gentle tingle prickles my sensitive skin as he smears the clear liquid around my hole. “My body makes sure you’re relaxed and ready for me.”

He thrusts two fingers back into me, and my head digs into the mattress at the sensation of my body accepting him. My cock stands at attention between us as he fingers me, a stream of pre-cum trickling down my length, but Elas ignores it. “ That’s so good… gods. ”

“Just Elas is fine,” he teases, and I summon the willpower to glare at him.

It quickly fades, though, as he works a third finger in, and my gasps morph into louder moans.

“You sure you can handle me, baby?” he taunts as he thrusts all three fingers deeper.

“Because my cock is much bigger than my fingers, and you’re already struggling. ”

“Please?” I breathe on a desperate exhale.

My larger size means my prior partners assumed I wanted to top, and I never corrected them.

I’m a people pleaser, so I always just went along with their preferences.

Sure, they’d occasionally give me what I wanted, but even when I bottomed, it was gentle.

They were too afraid of hurting me to take me like I craved.

But this?

Thick fingers stretching me wide with rough thrusts? Knowing what will follow?

This is all those pushed-aside fantasies come to life.

My entire body throbs with the fullness, wanting to feel that bittersweet ache as he enters me for the first time. To be connected to him in this intimate way. I meant what I said before.

I want it all.

His free hand swipes over my stomach, collecting more of his slick to spread it over his cock. I whimper at the sudden emptiness as he removes his fingers, but he positions himself as his eyes land on mine. “You’re sure about this, August?”

“ Please ?” I beg again, tingling all over as my pulse pounds in my extremities. It thuds in my fingers and toes, deep in my core, and down the length of my cock. The orgasm I was denied boils under my skin, and my body fights to find release. I’m desperate, already dancing on a razor’s edge.

Elas pushes inside me, and the back of my head digs into the mattress as it burns. He stills, giving me time to adjust, but I don’t want to be patient right now.

“More,” I beg, even as I shout at the tiny thrust he gives at my demand. “More, please. Deeper.” He gives me another inch and my spine arcs like I’ve been electrocuted, my fingers fisting the sheets so hard it hurts.

“August—”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my skin crackling as he takes me deeper.

“Please, don’t stop.” Noises I’ve never made before spill from my throat as he sinks inside me.

Tears well in my eyes, and my skin feels too tight, like I might burst right out of it with the slightest touch.

With a final thrust, Elas bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against my ass.

Everything is pinpricks of color and white, and my ears ring as he pins me under his weight. “Wanna fuck you,” I murmur as I grind against him, desperate to get more of this heady fullness. “Wanna ride your cock.”

“Where’d this dirty mouth come from?” he teases.

“ Please, ” I moan, and he chuckles in a deep rumble as he flips us.

The new position sinks him deeper, and I call out as my knees press into the mattress.

My mind goes fuzzy as my body trembles, something instinctual taking over as I move.

I roll my hips, and my already tight skin pulls at the seams from the stretch.

My palms land on his chest and I snap my hips, releasing a cry that’s almost a shout.

Everything tightens and coils, my balls tensing after just a few thrusts. I lean forward, and everything is heightened as my oversensitive cock drags along his stomach. My lips fall apart on a gasp, my nails digging into his chest.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and tears stream in rivers down my cheeks as I snap my hips again.

There’s no finesse to my movements as I grind faster.

It’s frantic, and messy, and with no rhythm as I thrust so hard, the bed slams against the wall.

“Fucking hells, August,” he gasps, and everything twists into knots that are desperate to break free.

“Oh, gods,” I gasp, my head falling back and arching my spine further.

“Oh, gods, oh, gods… Elas!” A loud moan climbs from my throat as my body curls in on itself, and I ride him harder as every muscle clenches.

All the delicious tension and knotted muscles uncoil, and release rips straight through me.

“ Oh !” I shout, and even with my eyes closed, even with the ecstasy that explodes through my body and rings in my ears, I hear his snarl as I shatter.

Pleasure pulses in a dizzying wave, compressing and releasing as that built-up tension courses through me. My cock grinds against his stomach as I continue to fuck him, cum shooting over his skin in thick spurts. My thighs quiver and shake, release making my entire body pulse as I ride it out .

“Look at you,” Elas growls. “My perfect mate, taking what he wants. Who knew the poised doc was so desperate to be fucked that he’d come as soon as he was filled?”

“Elas,” I whine as I tremble. My head is heavy as I peer down at him, still rolling my hips as jolts of pleasure shock my system.

His eyes are solid black, his lips snarling and the corded tendons in his neck straining against his skin.

Cum pools in his navel and stripes across his abs, and a few weak spurts add to the mess as I sag.

My orgasm fades into aftershocks, and I moan softly as I gently rock my hips.

“Sweet mate,” he purrs as he sits until we’re chest to chest. He wraps his arms around my back and his feet hit the floor.

“Needy,” he grunts as he thrusts up into me, and the overstimulation sends a wave of pins and needles over my skin.

His knees spread, changing the angle of his cock inside me, and I moan as he moves me with ease.

It’s like I weigh nothing as he lifts my entire body, then slams me down as his hips drive up.

It’s jarring, each thrust prickling my skin with goosebumps.

I shiver with the overwhelming sensations, letting myself fall into the cloudy headspace.

What started as frantic fucking turns slow and controlled.

Elas still holds me with bruising pressure, still controls my body as he uses me, but the pace is unhurried now.

Our eyes are locked, and in that moment, I believe he can see straight into my soul.

“You belong to me, August.” I nod as I lean in and take his lips, kissing him at the same patient rhythm he uses to fuck me. Deep inside, both of us know how true it is.

I’ve always belonged to him .

Long before the marks came up, when we were only two people thrown together by life’s wild circumstances, something inside him called to something inside me.

That primal, ancient part of us recognized each other, and that same ageless, instinctual part of me reaches for him now.

We’re connected in every possible way, but it begs me to get closer.

To crawl inside his chest where it’s safe.

My body sings its pleasure as we move as one, and my cock is hard again between us. Our mouths separate, and he presses our foreheads together. “Promise me you’ll always be mine,” I whisper. “Promise me you’ll never leave.”

“Never. I’ll always be right here with you.

” He catches my lips again, his hands bruising against my back as he thrusts harder, hitting the deepest spots inside me.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs against my mouth, and he wedges his hand between us and grips my cock.

Every thrust upward pushes me through the tunnel of his fingers until we’re both building speed and frantic once more.

“I’m close,” he warns as he pulls his lips from mine. They’re swollen and shiny from our kiss, but my attention is dragged from his mouth as his cock extends inside me.

“Oh, gods,” I groan as he grows longer and thicker, stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched before.

I feel him in the deepest parts of me, dragging against my inner walls and knocking against my sensitive nerves.

It’s simultaneously too much and not enough.

My body’s instinct is to pull away from the invasion, but Elas’s powerful arm holds me in place.

He thrusts harder and faster, jerking me in time with his motions .

My name leaves his lips as a whine, and he thrusts up with a sound that’s wild and animalistic.

A warm rush erupts inside me, and his cock pulses so heavily I can feel its beats.

My body gives in and I come a second time.

It’s different from any orgasm I’ve ever felt before—deeper, like it’s coming from the very center of me, with crippling pulses of pleasure that make my eyes roll back into my head.

Cum flows slowly out of me in a continuous stream instead of in heavier spurts as Elas continues to rut up into me.

When he finally lifts me, cum leaks out around his cock.

It makes an obscene wet slap as he thrusts back in, continuing to fuck me through his orgasm.

I fall against his chest, tucking my face into his neck and whimpering as he rides out his pleasure.

By the time he’s satisfied, my ass and his thighs are soaked in his cum, his stomach is striped with mine, and even more dots his groin and sits in my pubic hair.

A long, content exhale blows from his nose as he hugs me to him, his hand gently stroking up and down my spine. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my hair. “You are everything I ever wanted, and everything I never knew I could have.”

“There you go, making me cry again,” I whisper into his neck with a sniffle. We sit like that for a long time, until our heart rates have slowed and our overheated skin cools. I shiver, and Elas chuckles as he finally separates us.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“We have work to do,” I argue, my voice slurred with my exhaustion .

“It’ll keep until tomorrow. Right now, I want to take care of you.” I smile softly and nod. Perfectly relaxed and content to never move again, I don’t even flinch as he stands and picks me up to carry me into the bathroom.