Page 47 of Elas (Mate’s Mark #2)

“Y-yes,” I manage, my eyes rolling up as the underside of my cock drags against his powerful thigh.

My ass still has a dull ache from the hard way he fucked me last night, and it’s a constant reminder of how he owns my body.

Both his hands move to spread my cheeks before a finger taps against my hole.

I moan louder as he slips the tip inside, my muscles clenching in response.

“Better get moving then, doc.” I meet his eyes, knowing he sees the needy desperation in mine.

I’ve never been this way with a partner before.

Never needed them touching me at all times just to be able to breathe.

I’ve gone months without sex and never missed it, and now I’m a ball of frantic want after barely twelve hours.

Elas kisses me again, and I’m dizzy with how much I need him.

I snag his wrist and turn towards the room that was once mine.

It’s devoid of anything personal, and even the mattress has been stripped of its sheets.

I yank open a few drawers on the dresser and eventually find a thick, worn quilt left behind.

“Clothes off,” Elas commands as he rips the quilt from my hands, tossing it over the bed.

He slides his gloves off and removes his boots, then unbuckles his chestpiece.

I’m temporarily mesmerized as the massive, defined expanse of blue skin is exposed, his muscles straining and bulging as he pushes the leather from his body.

“August, stop getting distracted.” My eyes find his again, and I realize my hand rests on my cock, gently rubbing along my length as I watch him strip.

He unbuttons and unzips his pants, the thick root of his cock coming into sight, and I hurry to catch up.

I kick off my shoes and yank my shirt over my head, then push my shorts and underwear to the ground.

I could never feel self-conscious, even next to his sculpted body.

Not with the way he looks at me.

Elas nods, satisfied with my nakedness, and works the worn leather pants off his tree trunk legs.

I can’t stifle my groan as his thick cock pops loose, his heavy balls hanging low behind it.

“Get on the bed,” he says. There’s an animalistic reflection in his eyes.

It pairs with the growl in his voice and makes me tremble as I obey.

I put my knees on the mattress and glance at him for direction. “Crawl to the headboard and hold on.”

I gulp as my cock gives another excited buck.

The rough way he fucked me from behind last night still plays on repeat in my mind.

How deep he’d been, and how I’d begged for him to give it to me harder.

My fingers wrap around the wooden headboard, and the mattress dips with his substantial weight behind me.

The ghost of his presence coats my skin—teasing, barely-there touches of his fingertips dragging up my spine before he pushes on my back and arches my body.

“Oh, gods,” I whimper as his lips land on the spot where my ass meets my lower back, dotting gentle kisses along my skin.

He knocks my knees and spreads me even further, until the head of my cock drags along the raspy sheets.

“Such tiny little balls,” he chuckles, and I choke on a laugh that morphs into a moan as he licks across my sac. He takes his time, licking and laving and sucking until I’m squirming. He pulls away, and the sharp sting of his palm lands on my ass.

“Oh!” I shout, jolting forward, but he grips my hip and holds me in place as he does it again.

“Look at this needy hole, flexing every time you get spanked.” That tiny friction on my cock has me desperate, and I try to rock my hips, but his grip keeps me pinned.

A needy, frustrated whine leaves my throat and earns another slap to my ass.

The stinging pleasure makes my ears ring, and before I can open my mouth to beg, Elas grips both my cheeks and spreads me.

His tongue finds my hole, a long, hot swipe of wetness that makes me shout .

His fingers dig into my hipbones, holding me still as he licks me over and over again, using the same infuriating slow drag. “Elas,” I whine when he pulls away, his teeth grazing one cheek and the other. “Elas, please. ”

“What do you want?” I glance over my shoulder and groan. He’s on his hands and knees, eyes solid black and chin slick with spit. “You know how much I like it when the polite doc talks dirty.”

“Eat my ass, please,” I beg, arching my spine to present myself to him. “Harder. Do it harder. Please?”

He lunges forward, his soft swipes replaced by greedy lashes that have me calling out and grinding back against him.

He licks and sucks, tracing my hole with the pointed tip of his tongue before thrusting it inside me.

My body is pliant, opening for him and desperate for more.

Every time I clench, he growls, and the vibrations wrack through me and twist me even tighter.

My fingers tighten on the headboard as I use it for leverage, pushing back against his mouth.

The mix of sensations has me floating—the warm, wet penetration of his tongue and the drag of my cock along the mattress.

It’s sweet frustration as my core tenses and throbs, but the friction isn’t enough to throw me over the edge, no matter how hard I try.

And gods, do I try.

I grunt, pushing against the headboard until it thunks a steady rhythm on the wall.

I fuck myself on his mouth, muscles straining as they search for release.

Another deep laugh rumbles against my skin as he pulls away, and I glare over my shoulder as my cock thuds dully against the sheets.

Elas tosses me a wolfish smile as he flips onto his back and scoots closer, lifting me clear off the bed as he settles me on his face.

“Oh, my fucking gods! ” I shout as his tongue thrusts up into me.

His tusks scrape my ass cheeks and his tongue fucks into my hole.

My body rolls as I ride his face, jerking my hips as the tension in my core coils in a rapid-fire twist. A wet, slicking noise fills the room, and I look behind me to find his fist shuttling along his cock.

Clear slick spurts from his tip, coating his hand and abs as he groans underneath me.

A sound I’ve never made before crawls from my throat, a pleading whine that fuels us both.

I tighten my grip on the headboard and lose all rhythm as I move against his eager mouth.

The continuous thud of the wood against the wall gets faster, more chaotic, but still, I can’t push myself over the edge.

I’m right there, hovering an inch away from falling. Desperate and uncaring how I get there.

My hips pull back, my ass soaked and ready from Elas’s tongue, and his eyes are feral as they meet mine.

He growls with a snarl for stealing his meal.

“Open,” I beg, pushing my cock down so it points between his lips.

“Please, open.” Just a few thrusts would throw me over the edge, and I’m shaking and desperate as I wait for him to give me what I want.

“Turn around,” he rasps instead, but before I can obey, he grabs my body and moves me, and I yelp as I release the headboard. I spin until I’m facing his feet, staring at his hard cock and the mess on his stomach.

Fingers dig pits into my thighs as he pulls me against his mouth once more, eating my ass with just as much enthusiasm as before.

His other hand glides along his cock, and before my eyes, it starts to lengthen.

The rings around his shaft stretch as it grows, the darker blue skin shiny and taut.

Another mad blast of arousal hits me as I realize how close he is to coming, just from this.

I scramble forward, my palms landing on the sheets as I surround him with my lips.

He growls and chases my body, never letting his mouth leave me as I suck his cock into my mouth.

Salty, heady slick coats my tongue as I swirl it, drunk on the taste of him.

The mattress bounces and squeaks beneath us as his hips drive off the bed in abrupt jerks, slipping deeper into my mouth with each one.

Delicious, torturous tension builds in my body as his brutal tongue thrusts inside me.

It builds and builds, so close to breaking.

I reach down and cup his balls, and he groans as his entire body twitches. My fingers move to the sensitive skin behind them and apply pressure, and Elas shouts against my ass as his cum erupts over my tongue.

Gods, there’s so much of it.

It slides down my throat and covers my tongue, dripping from my mouth in a steady stream, until a puddle forms on his groin. Underneath my fingers, his muscles throb in a rhythm, pulsing in time with the thump of his cock against my lips.

He’s unrestrained and wild, and it’s the final shove I needed.

Release catapults me into a freefall as I moan around him.

More of his cum leaks from my mouth as my cock gives a heavy flex and my hole compresses on his tongue.

He pins me in place, licking obscenely loud as everything releases at once, blasting me with sensation.

My cum shoots onto his chest as my body bucks, his cock still speared in my open, moaning mouth.

Overwhelming sensations hit me from both ends, and my entire body shudders uncontrollably as the world loses focus.

My eyes close, white lights flashing behind my eyelids as my ears hum and my skin buzzes.

When I float back to reality, it’s to the slide of Elas’s cock pumping between my lips while his mouth continues to ravish my hole.

I whine, my overstimulated body tensing as it curls in on itself.

Elas growls again, then flips us until I’m flat on my back, trapped under his weight.

His cock wedges deeper into my throat as my tingling ass falls to the bed, slippery everywhere.

The headboard knocks against the wall with a steady thud, fast and frantic as I fight for breath between each thrust. Elas scrambles to his knees, straddling my chest as he fists my hair and holds me where he wants me.

If there was any chance of me coming again, it would be at that moment as my watery eyes stare up at him. Head thrown back, tendons in his neck corded and tight, and abdomen muscles flexing as he fucks my mouth.

His mouth drops open on a shout as he pushes deeper, the base of his cock hammering against my lips as he pumps his release down my throat.

Cheeks burning and dizzy from the lack of air, I fight my gag reflex.

Finally spent, Elas slides back and I suck in a gasping breath.

His wet cock falls against my chest as we both pant.

His chest lifts in a few deep inhales before he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, and my cock gives a needy little rebound flex at the sight.

“Was I too rough with you?” The rasp of his voice is like fingernails against my scalp, and another shudder wracks through my system as it tickles my brain.

I shake my head, so relaxed I can’t even form words. Each muscle in my body feels wrung out with a blissful ache that burns throughout every limb. “I take it you like that?” I finally ask.

“What, eating your ass?” he asks as he climbs off me and pulls me against him.

We’re covered in fluids—sweat and spit mixing with slick and cum on almost every inch of our bodies.

It’s wet between my cheeks and I’m pretty sure I’ll be tasting his cum for days, but I’m blissfully content.

“Let’s just say that’s going to be a regular on the menu. ”

We both chuckle as my eyes drift closed. “I think you were made for me, August,” he murmurs, fingertips drifting gently over my skin.

“Thank you for saving me,” I whisper, and he hugs me tighter, something warm and light seeming to flow between us and causing my mark to buzz in response.

“You’ve got it all wrong, doc,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to my hair. “You’re the one who saved me.”