Page 58 of Elas

“Longer?” I choke.

“Yes. Longer to breed my mate… force my cum so deep you’ll feel it here.” He reaches around to my stomach and squeezes. “You will ache for me.” His lips land on my shoulder, his tusks scraping along my skin as his hips thrust faster. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t do anything but lie in this bed, soaked in me. You’ll carry my scent, inside and out. Is that what you want, baby? Does my mate want to be coated in me?”

“Oh, gods, yes,” I groan, and his arm around my stomach tenses as he yanks me back roughly. His desperate moan prickles my skin in goosebumps, and his cock bucks between my thighs. A thick, wet rush of heat spreadsbetween my legs as Elas ruts into me, body quaking as he releases a predatorial snarl.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as he uses my body for his pleasure, grunting with every jerky thrust. When he finally slows and places my feet on the floor, he’s panting.

Unable to help my curiosity, I lift my chest off the mattress and spread my legs, surprised to find a clear, viscous fluid dripping down my skin. “Your cum is clear?”

Another deep chuckle rumbles from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to find Elas’s eyes ignited. He nudges forward, his slick cock still hard against my ass. “That wasn’t cum, August. That was just round one.”

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Surprisemakeshiseyesbulge, and I can’t help it as I laugh again. August is innocent in his own logical, curious way, and he thought I was done so soon.

Teaching him will be fun.

“Round one?” He scoops some of my slick off his thigh, which makes my greedy cock give another mindless thrust into him. “If this isn’t semen, then what is it?”

I reach between his legs and smear some onto my hand. “Listen, as much as I love the sexy doctor act, let’s not use the word semen while we’re in the middle of fucking.” He flashes me a flushed, sheepish grin over his shoulder, and I laugh again as I kiss the curve of his neck. “Nu’vak come at least twice. The first time is slick to prepare our partner, the second is to fill them with our seed.”

“Soseedis okay, but not semen?” he murmurs, then yelps when I swat his ass.

“Sassy.” Lips tugged between his teeth, he glances up at me looking adorably shy. When he gives a slight wiggleand arches his spine into the tiniest curve, I realize why. “Oh, someone enjoyed that, did they?” I smack his ass cheek harder and his lips clamp together as he tries to stifle his throaty moan.

“You, uh, were saying?” he stutters, and I grin as his inner curiosity wins over his need to come across my lap while I pinken his cheeks. I file that fun piece of information aside for later.

“The first release is our slick.” I pull my fingers apart and let the thick liquid web between them, already seeing the questions form in his brain. “Lubricant, primarily, but it has relaxing qualities.”

“Oh,” he breathes, and I chuckle again.

“Damn, you’re sweet, doc,” I murmur as I kiss his hair, trailing a path to his ear that makes him shiver. “I told you, my cock gets even bigger, and I want you as relaxed as possible when I fuck you senseless.”

“Now?” he whispers, and I slide my slick hand down the front of his body. His dick pushes off his hips, begging to be touched. I wrap my fingers around it and give him a single pump that makes his jaw drop.

“You’re not ready for me yet.” Sweet whimpers and quiet, needy moans push from his lips as I kiss along his neck and jawline, moving my hand faster on his cock. “You make me fucking crazy, August. I don’t have the patience to prep you right now. And trust me, doc… you will need to be prepped.”

August whirls, and I’m so stunned by his sudden movement that when his palms hit my chest, I have to step back. He’s a fucking dream—chest heaving, cock flushed and leaking as it juts from his body, and his pants tangledaround his ankles. “What’s the matter?” I taunt, and he shoves his fingers through his hair as he stares at me with wild eyes. “Mad because you want to be fucked?”

He steps out of his pants and lunges towards me again, but this time I don’t budge and his chest thunks against mine. “You’re a menace,” he hisses, and I love the way he’s lost control. My prim and proper, poised mate is a needy, pissed off mess because I won’t fuck him.

“You know it, baby,” I tease, then grunt as he fists my hair and yanks our mouths together. He kisses me like his life depends on it—like he needs my air to fill his lungs. His tongue fights for dominance with mine, his desperate moans passing between us as his hands roam my body. One pulls on my braids and tugs, while the other moves down my spine, gripping my ass as he thrusts against me.

And then he falls to his knees.

“August,” I groan, and his eyes fly up to mine from his spot between my feet. Never breaking eye contact, he wraps his fingers around my cock and strokes, and I fight my instinctual need to thrust forward into his grip. “Fuck, look at you down there,” I murmur as I reach to stroke his jaw.

“Can I…” He trails off, glancing at my cock and back up at my face.

“Whatever the question was about to be, the answer is a resounding yes.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners like they do when he’s genuinely happy, before his gaze drops to my dick in his hand. “You said this gets bigger?”

“When I’m close to coming, yes.”

He nods, dragging his thumb over the slightly raised rings along my shaft. Unlike his cock, mine doesn’t have a distinct head, and instead of a single slit, there are two. One for slick, one forsemen, as the good doc would say. I grin at the thought.

“It’s like an accordion,” he blurts, and I snort as he flushes.

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