Page 75 of Where There's Smoke
“Don’t tease me, precious. You smell too damn good, and I’m not going to be able to help myself.”
His dark eyes were glittering with hunger, and the feeling of Elliot’s hands on me lit me up like a firefly. I felt like I was glowing, melting into a puddle of desire and need. I wasn’t going into another heat. There was no pain, no cramps, but the desperation I felt to be touched by this grumpy alpha was just as intense.
“Help yourself with what?” I kept my voice low, dropping my stare to his mouth before meeting his eyes again beneath a lidded gaze. “It’s not like I’m doing anything. I was just folding a shirt.”
That heavenly growl rumbled out of him again, and Elliot tried to snatch away his shirt. I gripped it harder, pressing my body against the fabric, which only crashed me into his broad chest.
“No.” My cheeks blazed hotter, no doubt bright red at this point. I wanted his shirt. I wantedthis one. And I was going to put it right in the nest.
“You want it so badly? Fine. You can keep it.” I relaxed a hair but immediately regretted it when I saw the spark of something mischievous in Elliot’s eyes. “Like this.”
In a flash, Elliot wound the tee around my wrists and then hoisted them up over my head. He was so much stronger and faster than me, and while I experienced a brief hit of nerves, it all fell away as he crashed his lips on me, switching to hold my wrists with one hand. With the other, Elliot roamed his palm over my skin, pushing up my shirt and gripping my breast. I moaned against his lips right as he tipped us back onto the bed.
A yelp of surprise left me, quickly swallowed by Elliot’s kisses, and my eyes fluttered closed, my hips rolling against his without me even thinking about it.
“So needy, precious. Are you that worked up already?” Using his free hand, Elliot yanked the bandeau bra up over my breasts, exposing me. “I did warn you. Now, you’re just going to have to lie back and enjoy.”
The piles of neatly folded clothes beneath us were done for, and I didn’t care in the slightest. Elliot's large body pressed between my thighs, and his mouth went to my nipple, licking and sucking and nibbling. Slick coated me, breaching my panties and getting on the leggings I wore. I was overwhelmed by the sensations that had rocked me so quickly, but I didn’t want it to stop.
Elliot squeezed, tightening his grip on the tee cuffing my wrists. The pressure was new and incredible, and I rolled my hips against his, silently begging for him to knot me already. I felt horribly impatient, needing this impressive, dominating man to make me feel as good as he had before.
“Are you asking for something, precious? Use your words.” His lips and stubble brushed over my skin, making goose bumps sprout all over me.
“Knot me, Elliot.Please.” I squirmed against him, hungry for more sensation. “I need your scent and your body all over me.”
A delighted chuckle left him, and Elliot sank back, draping my restrained wrists over his head so I hung around his neck.With a grin that could melt the sturdiest of people, he scooped up my hips, yanking my leggings and panties down. They bunched around my ankles before he shoved them down one foot and then the other.
“I want you to be nice and loud, precious. I have you all to myself, and I want the entire world to hear how much you love it.”
All I could do was nod, already dizzy from the thunderous arousal surging through my veins. Elliot was quick to lower his zipper, pushing his pants down just enough and pulling out his thick erection. His knot was swollen and pulsing, and my pussy flooded with slick, clenching.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, and I mewled, whimpering as lightning bolts of pleasure erupted inside me. I lifted my leg, hooking it around his waist and pulling him close so that he began to slip inside my pussy.
“My hungry, little omega.” He groaned, sliding back and forth, going deeper after each retreat. “That’s it. That’s so good, precious. Grip my cock tight.”
He thrust hard then, and I yelped as his impressive erection drove in up to the knot. He stretched me so much, the thickest and longest of Pack Wilder, and my mind blanked as I accommodated him. Elliot rolled his hips, stimulating every single nerve, and I gasped as he hit my G-spot, making me arch. The pace quickened then, and we both gave ourselves to the delicious madness of it all, rushing toward the edge of release.
“Harder!” I squeezed my arms around Elliot’s neck, digging in my heels. “Please! Fuck meharder!”
A throaty, erotic groan rumbled out of Elliot’s chest, and he growled as he pistoned his hips, not holding back. I cried out, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure drowned me. The bed bounced furiously, spilling clothes to the floor in heaps. But the onlything that mattered was the feeling of my alpha claiming me so thoroughly.
“That’s right, precious. Say my name. Scream out who’s fucking you so damn good.”
He hoisted my leg over his shoulder and then the other, his knot beginning to sink in with each short, but powerful thrust.
“Elliot! Yes! Yes, yes, yes. I need it. Knot me!”
In one incredible stretch, Elliot’s knot drove inside me. Moaning loud enough to make the sound echo, I tipped over the edge, my orgasm rushing up to me and taking control of my entire reality. Elliot rocked back and forth, drawing out every clench as I came, slick gushing. I pulsed around him, and then I felt his strokes stutter, a growling groan slipping free of the deepest core of Elliot’s chest.
As his knot swelled to its fullest, warmth coated my insides as Elliot came. He jerked sporadically, filling me up as his knot thrummed. I sighed in this profound, contented pleasure as my walls still hugged him, milking every drop he had. The two of us went on for several moments, until finally, we could catch our breath and the world outside us came back into focus.
“I hate to say it, Elliot.” I glanced around me, smirking. “But I think the laundry is a disaster.”
He craned his head to look down at the floor, a chuckle blooming as he sighed. “Eh, I’ll just throw it back in the washer. What’s one more load?”
We both laughed, and I pulled my arms from over his head. “I am keeping this shirt, you know.”
“I had a feeling.”
