Page 109 of Elas

My eyes close as I arch my back, and August lets out the sweetest moan as slick pumps from my cock, coating his hand and spreading between us. I’m floating, falling into the sensation, and as I come back down to earth, an even hotter fire burns inside me. White-hot and blazing, it scatters through my veins until I’m convinced I might combust with the power of it.

I press up on my arms and kneel again, swiping the slick from August’s hand. His hips are elevated on my thighs, legs spread wide with his cock standing tall. He watches with those fluttering, half-hooded eyes as I slide my fingers against his hole. One slips inside, and a second quickly follows. More of those sweet moans climb from his throat as I thrust in and out of him.

Neither of us speaks as I work him open, and his eyes only leave mine when they drift closed, lost in sensation. My third finger stretches him further, his hips rocking to counter my every movement. “Please?” he asks on a breath. His cheeks are flushed and lips half-raw from our kisses, swollen from the way his teeth clamp around the lower one.

My fingers slip loose and I rumble my satisfaction at seeing him laid out and needy for me. A puddle of slick pools on his stomach, and I scoop some to spread over my cock before I position myself against his hole. My eyes don’t leave his as I push into him, cataloguing every flutterof his lashes and soft gasp from his parted lips. His abs tense and thigh muscles bunch as his body accepts me, and I patiently work my way inside him until we’re as close as we could ever get.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice slurring as he rocks his hips. The tilt of his body on my thighs has me hitting him at new angles. He gasps with each upward thrust and releases a heavy exhale with every downward sweep, and I stare, enrapt, as he fucks himself on my cock. My hips drive forward to meet his, and a louder moan erupts from his throat.

All sense of time is abandoned as we move in this patient, steady way. Climbing higher and higher, ready to launch straight up into the heavens as we get lost in each other. Sweat drips down my spine and beads on my forehead, and August’s hair is mussed and damp. The bed that was so neat and clean when we first started is a tangled mess of blankets and sheets, a minefield of bunched material where August’s fists scramble for purchase.

His movements begin to stutter, his eyes rolling up into his head as I wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s just as needy as the rest of him, flushed red with a steady stream of pre-cum leaking from his slit. Nonsense falls from his lips as he thrusts with more urgency, and my cock throbs as it grows inside him.

“God, you’re so deep. I feel you here,” he murmurs, pressing a hand over his belly as I thrust harder. My muscles stiffen, bunching and tightening as the tension overtakes me. He rolls his body faster, moving on my cock and driving through my fist, chest heaving as his breath catches.

“August,” I moan as he thrusts up with a strained, drawn-out shout, and his cock pulses in my grip before his cum shoots in spurts across his stomach and chest. The sight of him falling apart launches me over the edge as well, all my muscles wringing out at once. Insistent waves of blinding, thigh-quaking pleasure ripple through my body, and I hold on tighter, like he’s my only tether to this life.

It feels like it goes on forever, ecstasy more complete than any I’ve ever known crashing through me in surges until I’m shuddering. Fresh tears shimmer in August’s eyes as I lean over him again, kissing him softly as we both tremble in the aftermath of our ruin.

“I could never ask for more than you,” he whispers, and I wrap him up in my arms, determined to keep him safe. Unspoken prayers scream to the long-silent gods, begging and bargaining to do whatever they need of me if they’ll only grant me this.

Just this.

Just him.

I pray until August’s breath is rhythmic and peaceful beside me, and until restless sleep finally overtakes me.

No answer ever comes.

August

“What?!”Ronanbellows,launchinghimself from the couch and storming over to Elas while Cameron shoots a worried glance in my direction. “Ex-fucking-scuse me? I’m going to need you to repeat yourself, because I’m fucking positive I misunderstood the sheer stupidity that just escaped your mouth.”

“We’re going,” Elas says with a practiced calm, and Ronan is more feline than I’ve ever seen him. Back arched and body fluid, his tails dance in a twitching, wild pattern behind him. His open palm cracks against Elas’s forehead and sends his head snapping back as the rest of us gawk.

“Imbecile,” Ronan taunts, and smacks him again. “Moron. I thought you’d finally grown some brains in that thick head of yours—” Elas growls in warning, snatching Ronan’s wrist out of midair, but a purple tail takes its place, lashing Elas across the cheek. “Youidiot—”

Elas leaps from the couch with a roar, and Reyes has to dodge out of the way as they crash to the floor in a tangleof flailing limbs. “Enough,” Elas snarls from his position on top, but Ronan’s forearm presses into his neck, cutting off his breath with a whoosh. With an angry growl, Elas slams his forehead into Ronan’s, knocking him into the ground hard enough to rattle the table.

“Fuck!” Ronan grunts as a fresh cut on his hairline weeps a few drops of blood.

“Should we stop them?” Cameron asks, his cheek indenting as he chews on the side of his lip.

“I’m not sure we could,” I respond, wringing my hands together as the two continue to brawl.

Elas has Ronan pinned, a fist in his hair as he bares his teeth. “Who’s the idiot now, you fucking cocky purple shit—” he starts, but Ronan weaves their legs, hooking Elas’s knees and spinning them until he’s on top. Elas’s face darkens with rage, veins bulging on his neck and forehead, and a guttural roar explodes from his chest. It’s deafening in the small house, bouncing between the walls.

Cameron, Reyes, and I all stare wide-eyed as they thrash, hissing and shouting and snarling like wild animals. It isn’t until they crash into the kitchen table and send a loaf of bread sailing into the air that Cameron’s patience snaps.

“Oh, my gods, that’senoughout of you both!” They freeze, Ronan’s lip drawn up in a fanged snarl while Elas sits on his chest, all three of Ronan’s tails struggling in his fist. “My bread,” Cameron whines, staring at the loaf as it rocks back and forth on its rounded top.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?! You can’t go,” Ronan hisses, and his eyes shoot to mine. They’re darker than they were before, his pupils swallowing the brown ofhis irises. “Andyou—this was your idea, wasn’t it? Worthless human, ungrateful for what he’s done for you.” He tries to push Elas off, but gets slammed back to the floor with a thud.

“Do not speak to him that way,” Elas threatens, dodging a headbutt as Ronan jerks his torso off the ground. They clamber to their feet, Elas putting himself between me and his best friend. He shoves at Ronan’s shoulders and slams him against the wall, then grunts when Ronan’s tails whip around his wrists and try to push him away.

“I’m not ungrateful,” I say, the quiet words taking up every inch of space in the small home. “How could I be, after everything Elas has done for me?”

“You have an awfully strange way of showing it,” Ronan snarls. “Convincing him to join you on this suicide mission so you can clear your conscious. Selfish,” he spits, dodging an elbow to the nose. “You think you have all the answers? Go, then.Arroganthuman. But if you leave and something happens to him, you will not be welcome here.”

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