Page 43 of Elas (Mate’s Mark #2)

I slide my hand down his front, hooking his waistband as he shudders. “Wait,” he gasps, and snatches my wrist. “Wait… if you touch me, I’ll come.”

“Fuck, August,” I groan, gripping my cock through my pants, and a shudder works my spine as I give it a stroke.

Slick drips down my thigh, all the way to the curve of my knee.

Both of us are sparking, barely contained bundles of need, and fighting it is almost impossible.

I’m desperate to grip his cock and feel him pulse in my hand.

Want to force him to lose control then start all over again.

“Please, Elas, let’s go home.” He tugs my wrist as he takes off in a hurry. He glances over his shoulder and meets my eyes, realizing too late he’s running from a predator.

A very worked up, very desperate predator.

His breath catches and he turns, feet thudding against the pavement as he runs. I groan, watching the flex of his ass and knowing it’s my prize for catching him.

One… I count, taking a deep breath.

Two… My muscles coil, preparing for the chase as my prey gets further away from me.

Three.

I bolt after him, and he gasps as he hears me behind him. His feet pump faster as he increases his pace, his muscles flexing in the moonlight. Gods, he’s fucking perfect, perky and bouncing in all the right places.

It would take nothing at all for me to catch him, but I hang back, pacing myself as I bathe in the exhilaration burning me alive from the inside out. Panting, he rips open the door to the barracks and runs towards our apartment, but he realizes his mistake as he reaches it.

He doesn’t have the key.

“Gotcha,” I mutter as I pin him against the door. Instinct runs the show as I reach between us and undo my zipper, working my aching cock free. I shove his pants and underwear under his ass and thrust.

It only takes one.

Long, deep moans leave my throat as my entire body pulses, slick pumping between his cheeks and soaking his ass.

“Elas,” he moans, and I preen, wondering if anyone else in this building can hear him calling my name.

My hips drive forward again, my cock catching on his hole, and he gasps as I push inside him.

“That’s it,” I purr as he writhes in my grip, his cries getting louder and wilder as I bury myself deeper. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be caught… wanted to be fucked.”

“Yes,” he moans, arching his spine so another inch can sink into his heat. “Yes, please. More. Give me more.”

I hum my approval in a low rumble, my slick making the thrust wetter as his body yields for me. “How much do you want it?” I reach down the front of his pants, fisting his cock .

“Oh, gods,” he wails as I jerk him in a few slow pumps, until I’m sunk inside him and he’s shaking in my arms. “More… I need… I f-fucking need you, El.”

I chuckle as I give a deliberate thrust. “Listen to my poised little doc cursing because he wants to be fucked properly. You just need this tight hole filled?” He nods as I reach into my pocket to unlock the door.

As much as I take a certain satisfaction in the neighbors hearing him moan my name, I want him all to myself.

“I love that I’m the only one who does this to you,” I murmur as I kiss his neck. “I love that you’re mine.” My cock slides out of him as we walk inside, and somehow I remember to kick the door closed.

He whines, his body loose and pliant as I wrap my arms around him.

His back is flush against my front, and my thrust lands between his thighs, frustrating us both.

My hand on his shoulder bends him forward, guiding him to the couch.

“Knees on the cushions.” He nods as he kneels, arms folded over the back of the couch as his cheek rests on top of them.

His perky ass pops out, and I groan at the shine of my slick coating him.

I should take the time to undress him, worship his body in the patient way he deserves, but I’m not entirely in control of myself right now.

I kick his knees wider and kneel between them, lining us up and driving forward.

My name leaves him as a groan as I bottom out, skin meeting skin with a wet slap.

My tongue drags across the back of his neck, stopping to nip at the curve of his shoulder. “Is it too much?” I ask as I thrust again .

“No,” he insists, shaking his head. “You’re never too much for me, El.”

I snarl as a potent rush of emotions hits me with the power of a hurricane, and just as devastating. “I love how you take me,” I murmur in his ear, snaking my hand under the front of his shirt and pressing on his stomach. “Do you feel me here?”

He nods again as I pull back and snap forward, my balls already tight. The sounds that leave his throat are better than any drug, and he only gets louder and less restrained as I fuck him harder. My cock aches, and the familiar sting is a delicious tension as it grows and stretches inside him.

“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Shit, you’re big.”

“Give me your hand.” He slips an arm off the back of the couch, and I guide it to his belly.

“Feel how deep I fuck you.” My hand holds his in place as I thrust again, and he groans at the feeling of me moving inside him.

My other hand pushes into his pants, cupping his tight little balls before wrapping around his cock.

Something charged rushes between us, even the air seeming to get thicker as we move together.

He’s soaked, my slick making obscene noises as I drive forward and pull out.

Clear liquid drips down his ass and collects on his pants, darkening the fabric where it’s tucked aside.

I release his cock and drag my hand through the mess before gripping him again.

“Elas!” he gasps as he drives through the slippery tunnel of my fingers.

“Tell me what you need,” I grit out, barely controlling myself as I thrust faster. The sensations are overwhelming— the slide of my cock into his heat, the wet drip of slick that soaks us both, the quivering of his muscles beneath me.

“Harder,” he whispers, and I release a growl as my body tenses.

“Fuck, I love you,” I groan, and I stop holding back. His entire body jolts forward and he shouts, his head falling back on my shoulder as I fuck him like he wants to be fucked. “You’re fucking perfect. Perfect mate. I love you.” He twists his face to the side, blindly searching for my lips.

He cries out as soon as my mouth finds his, and his cock tenses in my hand before it thuds against my palm.

Cum shoots over my fingers and into the fabric of his underwear as his body contracts around me.

The sound that leaves me is animalistic, more of a roar than anything else, and I bottom out inside him as my entire body shatters.

Both our hands press against his belly, where I’m impossibly deep as my release pours out of me.

Colors spark behind my eyes and blur my vision, and my ears ring as wave after wave of electric ecstasy rolls through my body.

Our mouths are pressed together, but we’re only panting against each other.

We’re too lost in the moment to do anything other than just be there, as close as we can possibly get.

Once the initial paralyzing waves have passed, I pull my hips back and thrust again, lazier this time.

I relish the rush of heat that leaks from his ass as I fuck him through the final aftershocks of my release.

“You were right,” he whispers, and my eyes open to find his locked on mine.

There’s an openness, a vulnerability I’ve never seen in him before.

His soul is laid bare, a fragile, beautiful thing that begs me to come closer.

“This is what it feels like to fall in love.”

“Gonna make me beg for it?” I murmur, brushing his lips again.

“I love you, El,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.” When he smiles, I realize a splitting grin digs into my cheeks as well. We stay like this for a moment, me seated deep inside him as both our bodies calm. Sweat beads on his forehead, wetting his hair as I push it back and kiss him again.

Slowly, we detangle ourselves, and I can’t help my satisfied purr at the stream of cum that rolls down his thighs. We make it into the bathroom, stumbling to a stop in front of the mirror.

I hold up my hand, and his brilliant grin spreads as we simultaneously grip the hem of his shirt and rip it off. Our reflections both stare as my fingers trace over the dusty blue handprint on his chest. The glow was beautiful, but this is even more incredible.

“I look good on you, baby.” I lean down and press a kiss on his mark.

His smile is exquisite—gentle and sweet and loving, and everything that makes August who he is.

And even though it’s mere hours until we leave, we take our time as we climb in the shower, cherishing every brush of skin as we clean each other.

And if I lose myself to the magnetic pull of his body and fuck him slowly until the water runs cold?

Well, that simply can’t be helped.