Page 87 of Elas

“And you know where they are?”

I laugh. “They’reeverywhere. He had a team of workers that were digging out cellars and stuff for him for years.”

“It’s all underground?” he asks, interest piqued as we continue to search the barren cabinets. The sink handle squeaks as he twists it, and a sputtering stream of water trickles from the pipes.

“Not all of it, no. Some are just rooms with camouflaged doors.” I dust my hands on my shorts and wave for him to follow me. We walk through a door that leads into a hallway, and I grin as another surge of nostalgia hits me. “There are a few small apartments back here where us singles lived. They didn’t want to waste the larger homes on us.”

“You never lived with anyone?” Elas asks, and I chuckle at the possessiveness in his tone.

“No, El,” I say as I turn and place a hand on his chest, staring up into his otherworldly eyes. They’ve always struck me as beautiful, but their endless darkness was jarring at first. Unsettling, like when you gaze off into the heavens and realize how insignificant you are in the grand scheme of things.

But now?

How could I ever feel small when he looks at me like I’m the center of his universe?

“I never lived with anyone until you,” I say, and a low, satisfied purr builds in his chest as I lean closer. “I never wanted anyone like I want you.” The rumbling contentment builds to a growl as I press my body against his, that dark wildness in his eyes emerging to the forefront. “I never loved anyone before you.”

His mouth claims mine in a dizzying rush of desperation, and I love that I’m the only one who makes him this way. Elas is the picture of calm nonchalance, so there’s a heady power in stealing that composure. Heavy, possessive hands roam my back as his tongue finds mine, dipping between my lips and taking complete control of the kiss.He pushes my shorts down until my ass is exposed to the humid air, and his palm cracks against my skin.

The sting causes my cock to fill in a rush, and I gasp as he lets out a dark chuckle, rubbing my tingling ass cheek. “I seem to remember you having a particular reaction to that,” he murmurs as he leans lower, his tusks grazing my throat.

Instincts flare to life, a deeper part of me understanding how dangerous it is to have a predator in my most vulnerable areas. His tongue drags over my skin, his fingers digging into my hair and tipping my head up, and the burn from the pull hits me with the same potency as his hand across my ass.

A moan rips from my throat as he slots his leg between mine, sucking on my neck while I grind against his thigh. “You don’t have to be quiet here,” he murmurs as he drags his tongue along the line of my jaw, until his hot breath is in my ear. “Make as much noise as you want.” I shout as his palm meets my ass again, and he responds with a low, satisfied rumble. “Now, are you going to show me which room was yours?”

“Y-yes,” I manage, my eyes rolling up as the underside of my cock drags against his powerful thigh. My ass still has a dull ache from the hard way he fucked me last night, and it’s a constant reminder of how he owns my body. Both his hands move to spread my cheeks before a finger taps against my hole. I moan louder as he slips the tip inside, my muscles clenching in response.

“Better get moving then, doc.” I meet his eyes, knowing he sees the needy desperation in mine. I’ve never been this way with a partner before. Never needed them touchingme at all times just to be able to breathe. I’ve gone months without sex and never missed it, and now I’m a ball of frantic want after barely twelve hours.

Elas kisses me again, and I’m dizzy with how much I need him. I snag his wrist and turn towards the room that was once mine. It’s devoid of anything personal, and even the mattress has been stripped of its sheets. I yank open a few drawers on the dresser and eventually find a thick, worn quilt left behind.

“Clothes off,” Elas commands as he rips the quilt from my hands, tossing it over the bed. He slides his gloves off and removes his boots, then unbuckles his chestpiece. I’m temporarily mesmerized as the massive, defined expanse of blue skin is exposed, his muscles straining and bulging as he pushes the leather from his body.

“August, stop getting distracted.” My eyes find his again, and I realize my hand rests on my cock, gently rubbing along my length as I watch him strip. He unbuttons and unzips his pants, the thick root of his cock coming into sight, and I hurry to catch up. I kick off my shoes and yank my shirt over my head, then push my shorts and underwear to the ground. I could never feel self-conscious, even next to his sculpted body.

Not with the way he looks at me.

Elas nods, satisfied with my nakedness, and works the worn leather pants off his tree trunk legs. I can’t stifle my groan as his thick cock pops loose, his heavy balls hanging low behind it. “Get on the bed,” he says. There’s an animalistic reflection in his eyes. It pairs with the growl in his voice and makes me tremble as I obey. I put my knees onthe mattress and glance at him for direction. “Crawl to the headboard and hold on.”

I gulp as my cock gives another excited buck. The rough way he fucked me from behind last night still plays on repeat in my mind. How deep he’d been, and how I’d begged for him to give it to me harder. My fingers wrap around the wooden headboard, and the mattress dips with his substantial weight behind me.

The ghost of his presence coats my skin—teasing, barely-there touches of his fingertips dragging up my spine before he pushes on my back and arches my body. “Oh, gods,” I whimper as his lips land on the spot where my ass meets my lower back, dotting gentle kisses along my skin. He knocks my knees and spreads me even further, until the head of my cock drags along the raspy sheets.

“Such tiny little balls,” he chuckles, and I choke on a laugh that morphs into a moan as he licks across my sac. He takes his time, licking and laving and sucking until I’m squirming. He pulls away, and the sharp sting of his palm lands on my ass.

“Oh!” I shout, jolting forward, but he grips my hip and holds me in place as he does it again.

“Look at this needy hole, flexing every time you get spanked.” That tiny friction on my cock has me desperate, and I try to rock my hips, but his grip keeps me pinned. A needy, frustrated whine leaves my throat and earns another slap to my ass. The stinging pleasure makes my ears ring, and before I can open my mouth to beg, Elas grips both my cheeks and spreads me. His tongue finds my hole, a long, hot swipe of wetness that makes me shout.

His fingers dig into my hipbones, holding me still as he licks me over and over again, using the same infuriating slow drag. “Elas,” I whine when he pulls away, his teeth grazing one cheek and the other. “Elas,please.”

“What do you want?” I glance over my shoulder and groan. He’s on his hands and knees, eyes solid black and chin slick with spit. “You know how much I like it when the polite doc talks dirty.”

“Eat my ass, please,” I beg, arching my spine to present myself to him. “Harder. Do it harder. Please?”

He lunges forward, his soft swipes replaced by greedy lashes that have me calling out and grinding back against him. He licks and sucks, tracing my hole with the pointed tip of his tongue before thrusting it inside me. My body is pliant, opening for him and desperate for more. Every time I clench, he growls, and the vibrations wrack through me and twist me even tighter.

My fingers tighten on the headboard as I use it for leverage, pushing back against his mouth. The mix of sensations has me floating—the warm, wet penetration of his tongue and the drag of my cock along the mattress. It’s sweet frustration as my core tenses and throbs, but the friction isn’t enough to throw me over the edge, no matter how hard I try.

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