Page 82 of Elas

“Elas!” he gasps as he drives through the slippery tunnel of my fingers.

“Tell me what you need,” I grit out, barely controlling myself as I thrust faster. The sensations are overwhelming—the slide of my cock into his heat, the wet drip of slick that soaks us both, the quivering of his muscles beneath me.

“Harder,” he whispers, and I release a growl as my body tenses.

“Fuck, I love you,” I groan, and I stop holding back. His entire body jolts forward and he shouts, his head falling back on my shoulder as I fuck him like he wants to be fucked. “You’re fucking perfect. Perfect mate. I love you.” He twists his face to the side, blindly searching for my lips.

He cries out as soon as my mouth finds his, and his cock tenses in my hand before it thuds against my palm. Cum shoots over my fingers and into the fabric of his underwear as his body contracts around me. The sound that leaves me is animalistic, more of a roar than anything else, and I bottom out inside him as my entire body shatters.

Both our hands press against his belly, where I’m impossibly deep as my release pours out of me. Colors spark behind my eyes and blur my vision, and my ears ring as wave after wave of electric ecstasy rolls through my body. Our mouths are pressed together, but we’re only panting against each other. We’re too lost in the moment to do anything other than just be there, as close as we can possibly get.

Once the initial paralyzing waves have passed, I pull my hips back and thrust again, lazier this time. I relish the rush of heat that leaks from his ass as I fuck him through the final aftershocks of my release. “You were right,” he whispers, and my eyes open to find his locked on mine. There’s an openness, a vulnerability I’ve never seen in himbefore. His soul is laid bare, a fragile, beautiful thing that begs me to come closer. “This is what it feels like to fall in love.”

“Gonna make me beg for it?” I murmur, brushing his lips again.

“I love you, El,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.” When he smiles, I realize a splitting grin digs into my cheeks as well. We stay like this for a moment, me seated deep inside him as both our bodies calm. Sweat beads on his forehead, wetting his hair as I push it back and kiss him again.

Slowly, we detangle ourselves, and I can’t help my satisfied purr at the stream of cum that rolls down his thighs. We make it into the bathroom, stumbling to a stop in front of the mirror.

I hold up my hand, and his brilliant grin spreads as we simultaneously grip the hem of his shirt and rip it off. Our reflections both stare as my fingers trace over the dusty blue handprint on his chest. The glow was beautiful, but this is even more incredible.

“I look good on you, baby.” I lean down and press a kiss on his mark. His smile is exquisite—gentle and sweet and loving, and everything that makes August who he is. And even though it’s mere hours until we leave, we take our time as we climb in the shower, cherishing every brush of skin as we clean each other.

And if I lose myself to the magnetic pull of his body and fuck him slowly until the water runs cold?

Well, that simply can’t be helped.

Elas

I’denvisionedamorethrilling exit as we left the base. Gunfire raining from the heavens, maybe, or a high-speed chase. A team swooping in to drag us from the vehicle and throw us in jail. My body was coiled and my senses were on high alert, ready to fight off an entire army to make our dramatic escape.

Instead, the guard at the gate glanced at my papers and waved us through.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” I mutter, and August laughs from his spot beside me.

“Did you want some grand battle to send us on our way?”

I scoff and ensure he’s looking when I roll my eyes. “I mean, a little suspicion would’ve been nice. A bit of roughing up, so it feels like I earned it.”

August shakes his head, still chuckling. “Want me to rough you up later to make up for it, big guy?” he teases, and I shift my hips as a pool of arousalbuilds in my core. We’d fucked into the night, and I remember how his shoulders bunched and mouth hung slack as he’d lost control. The memory is permanently imprinted in my brain.

August has a knowing grin on his face when I glance over, and I grunt as I reach down and adjust myself.

Damn leathers are too restrictive.

“Well, this might be fun, huh?” he teases, far too pleased with himself. “Does the big, dangerous warrior want me to swat his ass? It’ll probably hurt my hand more than it hurts you. Your ass cheeks are made of cement.” I burst out laughing, and August’s attempt to keep a straight face fails as he laughs, too. “I suppose I could go for the nipples, but even those are lethal weapons when you’re turned on.”

The base becomes smaller in the distance, and I’m lighter than I’ve been in decades. We have enough food to last us at least a week, containers of gas that will get us far away from here, and plenty of time before anyone starts looking for us. They won’t know we’re gone until we’re beyond their reach.

Communication dissolved quickly after the veil fell. When we first crossed over, the humans’ technology amazed us. Phones that worked all over the world, devices that pinpointed exactly where you were and got you anywhere you wished to go. They were constantly connected—never truly alone.

But their reliance on technology was their downfall.

They’d lost touch with their instincts. Their stance as the apex predators was a mere illusion without the shield of those gadgets. All the devices in the world couldn’t stopus, though they tried at first. Guns and tanks and bombs, taking out as many of their kind as ours.

But we were not their typical enemy.

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