Page 52 of Elas

“Didn’t think so,” he murmurs, slipping a hand down the back of my pants and cupping my ass as he moves me. “We’ll talk later, but right now, I have other priorities.”

Elas

Aconfident,familiarstrideechoes through the hall, and my possessive instincts flare at the sound.

Maybe I should say something—warn August that someone is coming and give him a chance to put himself together. A deeper, monstrous part of me fights for dominance, though, and I let it win.

Gladly.

It refuses to let August go now that I’ve got him, and I recognize those footsteps.

I know who’s coming.

August’s body is perfection against mine. Soft in the right places and hard in the others, connecting with my rough edges like he was built to fit between them. Puffs of breath and quiet gasps mingle with the friction of cloth on leather as he rocks against me.

He’s lost all self-control.

I don’t imagine many have seen him this way. August isn’t the type who loses control. Poised and put-together,taking his time and meticulously planning everything… but right now?

He’s fucking my thigh like he’s racing towards the finish.

The footsteps come closer, and August is so lost in the sensations that he’s oblivious. He doesn’t notice the knob turning or the door cracking open. He never even realizes that Xeni has stepped into the room.

Solid white eyes land on mine as my lips and tongue drag along August’s neck, covering him in my scent. The salt from his sweat coats my tongue as my teeth scrape his throat—the most vulnerable part of him. My jaws could snap his bones without a second thought, but he lifts his chin and gives me room.

He invites more.

Practically begs for it.

“Elas,” August whispers, and Xeni’s eyes flare as they drop to my hand tucked under August’s pants. The muscles of his ass flex under my palm as he thrusts against me. I tease a finger along his cheek, venturing closer to what waits lower.

“Do you want that, baby?” I murmur, never blinking as I continue to stare at Xeni. He snarls, his fists clenching at his sides. “Want me to touch you?”

An instinctual understanding passes between me and Xeni as his eyes land on mine again. He knows I heard him—that I allowed him to see us together. This is a claiming… a primal stake to what belongs to me.

It’s a threat that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud, and the rules are simple.

Don’t look.

Don’t touch.

Don’t even fuckingthinkabout it.

August is mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who dares to question that.

“Please, Elas,” August whimpers, and a desperate moan rips from his lips as I press my fingertip against his hole. I squeeze his cheek, spreading him further as I tease him, and his muscles flex at the pressure. Xeni throws me one final snarl before storming from the room.

August never notices his presence, and I quickly forget the interruption. I kiss a trail along his jawline to his mouth, finding his tongue with mine as that single finger swirls around his hole. “What do you like, baby?” I murmur between kisses, my fingertip pushing with more pressure as his body clenches. “Do you like being filled?”

“Yeah,” he whimpers, chasing my mouth as I pull back, wanting to look him in his eyes.

“You like to be fucked, August?”

“Gods,” he groans, arousal and embarrassment burning in a deep flush on his cheeks. I lift my hand to my mouth and spit on my finger as I raise my brows at him, waiting. He pleads with his eyes, but I’m not about to let him get away without answering. Not when those apple cheeks are so deliciously shy.

“I want to hear you say it, doc. Use that filthy word. Go on.” I grin wider, and he chases my mouth. I relent, my lips finding his with just as much enthusiasm as before. His head jerks in a nod as we kiss, and I chuckle. “Say it,” I whisper, teasing, and he groans as he rips his lips away from mine.

“Yes, I like to be fucked, Elas. Happy now?” He attempts a scowl, but I work my hand down the back of his pants again. His lips fall apart and his eyes roll into his head as I press my slick fingertip on his hole.

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