Page 152 of Lavender and Honey

"Lydia," Elias said, his voice drawing my attention back to his face. His eyes were intense, focused entirely on me despite the others surrounding us. "I want you to look at me. Stay with me."

I nodded weakly, struggling to focus through the haze of heat. When I felt the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, I gasped, my body instinctively arching off the bed.

"Elias," I gasped, my voice breaking as another wave of heat crashed through me. "Please..."

His eyes never left mine as he slowly pushed forward, entering me with exquisite care. The stretch was different from Lucian's—where he had been overwhelming power, Elias moved with deliberate precision, each inch of his progress calculated to maximize my pleasure.

"That's it," Elias murmured, his voice strained as he sank deeper. "Take me, Lydia. All of me." I moaned as he filled me completely, my inner walls clutching around him as if trying to draw him deeper still.

"Yes," I gasped, my body trembling around him. "Omega, please move..."

Elias's control was visible in every line of his body as he held himself still, giving me time to adjust. His eyes were dark with hunger, but there was tenderness there too—a gentleness that was uniquely his even in the midst of such primal need.

"So perfect," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "So beautiful like this."

Around us, the others watched with hungry eyes. Finn's hand stroked soothingly along my side while Soren's fingers tangled in my hair, gently massaging my scalp. Lucian observed from beside us, his gaze possessive and approving.

When Elias finally began to move, it was with deliberate slowness—drawing back until just the tip remained inside me before pushing forward with careful precision.

"Omega," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he established a steady rhythm. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, hitting places inside me that had me seeing stars. Where Lucian had been overwhelming power, Elias moved with exquisite control, each movement calculated to bring maximum pleasure.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his pace. "You're taking me so well, Lydia."

The others surrounded us, their presence intensifying every sensation. Finn's steady hands on my hips, Soren's fingers tangled in my hair, Lucian's approving gaze—all of it combined with Elias's careful thrusts to drive me higher, closer to the edge.

"Please," I begged, my body burning hotter with each passing moment. "Faster, Elias, please..."

A small smile curved his lips, a hint of the playfulness I'd come to associate with him breaking through his intense focus. "Impatient, are we?" he murmured, though his own voice was strained with need.

"Yes," I gasped, arching into his next thrust. "Need you, Omega. Need more."

Something flashed in his eyes at my words—a primal satisfaction that made my breath catch. His pace increased slightly, each thrust deeper and more deliberate than the last. The controlled power behind his movements was driving me wild, building a pressure inside me that threatened to consume everything.

"Look at her," Soren murmured from beside us, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "Taking you so well, Elias."

"Our perfect Omegas," Finn agreed, his steady hands on my hips helping to ground me as Elias's thrusts intensified, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

His hazel eyes never left mine, watching every reaction, adjusting his angle to hit the spots that made me gasp and arch against him.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "Let me hear you, Lydia."

I couldn't have held back if I tried. Each thrust drew sounds from me that I barely recognized as my own—desperate, needy moans that seemed to please all four men surrounding me. Their approving murmurs blended together, creating a symphony of desire that pushed me higher.

The dual marks on my neck pulsed in tandem, sending waves of sensation through my entire body with each beat of my heart. Elias's careful control was beginning to slip, his thrusts becoming less measured, more urgent as his own need grew.

"Elias," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he drove deeper. "I'm close—I need—"

"I know," he murmured, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. "I can feel you tightening around me." His hand slipped between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center with unerring precision. The first touch of his fingers had me crying out, my back arching off the bed.

"That's it," he encouraged, circling with deliberate pressure as his thrusts maintained their perfect rhythm. "Let go for me, Lydia. Let go for your Omega.”

"Yes," I cried out as the pressure finally broke, pleasure crashing through me in waves that had me convulsing around him.

"Elias," I cried out as the pressure finally broke, pleasure crashing through me in waves that had me convulsing around him. His name became a chant, a prayer, as my body clenched around his in rhythmic pulses.

His control finally shattered at the feeling of my release. His thrusts became more urgent, less measured, as he chased his own completion. "Lydia," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "My Omega."

I moved forward letting my teeth lock into his neck as I felt the warm rush of his release inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he buried himself as deep as possible. Unlike Lucian, there was no knot to lock us together, but the connection felt no less profound, no less binding. With a deep moan I took my mouth away from his neck, making sure to lick any blood left behind.

---