10. August

10

August

I felt the heat of her breath on my lips before she made contact. It was a soft, trembling whisper of warmth, and then suddenly, her mouth was over mine, pressing against me with a desperation that left me dizzy with need.

For a moment, I was frozen. I had expected a lot from her, and I’d been prepared to beg, but this? Her initiating contact? This was not how I thought it would go. No matter how strong I thought she was, she always showed me I underestimated her.

Her lips were soft but insistent, and the wildness in her kiss surprised me. She was fierce even with a silent wolf. My instincts roared to life, and I couldn’t hold back—not anymore, not when I finally had her.

Her scent surrounded me—sharp and tangy with the sweat of our journey, but underneath that, there was something sweeter and addictive—the scent of her need. My hands moved on their own, sliding down her arms and pulling her closer. I needed more. I needed to feel all of her, to lose myself in her.

She broke away for just a second, her chest heaving. I didn’t let her move far. My lips crashed back down onto hers, deeper this time, my hand gripping the back of her neck to pull her into me.

I laid her back on the bed, my body pressing down on hers, trapping her between me and the mattress. Her pulse was racing beneath my fingertips, her skin burning under my touch. Every inch of her felt like it was made for me, and I wanted it all.

She moaned into my mouth when I kissed her again, and the sound went straight to my core, unraveling the last of my restraint. This—her kissing me like she needed me—was everything I had been craving. I felt her hands slide up my chest, and for a split second, I thought she might push me away. Instead, her fingers clenched into my shirt, pulling me closer and urging me on.

That was all the permission I needed.

I growled against her lips, my hands moving to her waist, tugging at the hem of her shirt. She arched into me, encouraging me to take it off. My fingers brushed her skin, burning with the need to mark her and claim her as mine.

When I pulled back slightly to look at her, her face was flushed, her lips swollen from the kisses, and her eyes dark and hazy.

“Elisabed,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my voice thick with desire. I could feel her racing pulse under my fingertips and see the way her breath hitched every time I moved closer. “Are you sure?”

I thought she might say something for a moment, but then she grabbed my shirt, trying to tug it off my body. I chuckled, helping her with it. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and I kissed her again, groaning into her mouth, the sensation of her body against mine sending sparks of fire through my veins.

My hands slid up to her breasts. Her skin was soft beneath my touch, and I felt her moan again against my mouth, making me almost lose control of myself. I was drowning in her, needing to feel and taste her.

I slid my mouth down to her neck, leaving marks along the way, hearing the way she gasped when my teeth grazed over her pulse. Her hands tugged at my hair, directing me where she wanted me to go.

I was more than willing to let her lead me to hell if she wanted to.

“Elisabed...you’re driving me insane.” My voice was hoarse and rough. I could barely think past the way her body responded to me, the way she moaned and shifted beneath me as if she couldn’t get enough of me either.

“Please,” she breathed, her voice raw. “I need you.”

I brushed her hair back from her face, my touch soft despite the chaos inside me, and smirked at her. “What do you need, baby?” I asked quietly, my thumb gently brushing her lip. “Show me.”

She didn’t waste time, immediately moving her hands down my chest to the button of my pants. Her fingers trembled a little, but they worked deftly, undoing my button and shoving my pants down until my cock was freed.

She wrapped her hand around my length without me asking, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sudden squeeze.

“Shh, Alpha,” she said, her voice rough but teasing at the same time. “There are little ears downstairs. We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

I was so gobsmacked by this side of her—a teasing, playful side—that I barely registered what she was saying to me. But then I nodded and leaned down, the tip of my nose brushing against hers.

“We’ll have to keep each other quiet, then,” I said softly, before crushing our lips together.

The kiss muffled our strangled moans, and she kept stroking my cock, winding me higher and higher as she did. I shoved one hand between her thighs in return, practically tearing her pants in half in my effort to get them down enough that I could reach her pussy. She was so fucking hot and slick when I finally managed to reach what I wanted.

“This all for me, Omega?” I whispered. I teased her clit, already so swollen and hard and sensitive, and she moaned quietly, throwing her head back.

“Yes, Alpha, fuck, please...”

She wasn’t shy about asking for what she wanted, and I was loathe to deny her, especially when I could feel our time quickly running out.

We couldn’t stay in Raol’s territory for too long. It was dangerous. And though I knew that Marshall and Finn could take care of themselves, I didn’t want to leave them alone for too long, either.

I pulled my hand away from her pussy and knocked her hand away from my cock. This would be fast and dirty, but lucky for me, I had the feeling that she would like it that way.

“Good girl,” I breathed, nudging my way between her thighs. She spread them willingly for me, her eyes glazed over with need. Her scent was aroused, her thighs shining with her slick when I looked down and lined myself up. It was fucking mouthwatering, and if we had more time, I would be between her legs, tasting her.

Another time, another time.

“Please, August, don’t tease me,” she whined, her fingers scrabbling at my chest. Her nails caught, and I hissed at the mild pain before I caught her hands and pressed them flat on either side of her head, pinning her in place.

“I’ll do what I want with you, Omega,” I growled, mostly playfully but with a hint of command that made her shiver. “And you’ll fucking love it.”

Her eyes flashed, and I saw her warring with herself. She wanted me to fuck her, and she didn’t want me to tease. If she kept arguing with me, she knew that that was exactly what I would do.

Her desires won out over her need to be contrary, and she whined softly before she whispered, “Please, I need you inside me. Now, August, please .”

I groaned, and I was nearly blinded by pleasure as I sank inside her pussy. She was so hot and tight and fucking slick it nearly drove me into a rut just by virtue of feeling her.

I buried my face in her neck and set a quick pace, thrusting into her and muffling my growls against her skin. Her arms wound around me, clinging to me as she followed my lead. The sound of her whimpers and soft omega whines against my neck was something I wanted to hear every day until we were old and wrinkled, and it lit me up from the inside out.

I fucked her harder, pressing my lips against her ear so I could whisper to her without the entire house hearing. “You like that, Elisabed? You like my cock?”

She whimpered and nodded. Her fingers dug harshly into the back of my neck, but the tiny bites of pain only made me fuck her faster.

“I know you do,” I growled. “I can feel it. Your pussy was made for me, baby, you know that? Everything about you is so fucking perfect. You’re mine. My girl. My omega.”

I shoved one hand between the two of us as I spoke, and I worked her clit hard and fast. Her hips shied away from touch, just for a second, and then she clamped down around me and rode my cock harder, her hips jerking upwards to meet my thrust every time I bottomed out inside of her.

It was primal. It was almost feral. It was fucking perfect , and I could feel the anxiety of our situation fading away the longer we were here together in her childhood bedroom. It was far from an ideal place for a tryst, but Elisabed’s body relaxed the longer I fucked her, and a tiny voice in the back of my head said that she’d needed this.

Just like she needed to fucking come.

The walls of her pussy fluttered around me, and I could smell how close she was. Her whimpers and whines grew louder and more intense, and I had to fight back my wolf, so desperate to shift and claim her. I fucked her harder, biding my own orgasm, determined to see her get hers before I flooded her perfect pussy with my cum.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered. I buried my face in her neck and kissed her scent glands, growling. “Come for me. I want to feel your pleasure before I make you drip with my cum all the way back to Finn and Marshall.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the growl or the visual—that I was absolutely going to fulfill—but her entire body stiffened underneath me, and I leaned up to press our lips together just in time to swallow her needy, desperate whimpers as she fell over the edge.

Her pussy clamped around me, and I kept working her clit as I slammed home, following her to orgasm and filling her with my cum.

Her lips were soft against mine as she kissed me, and I swallowed down every needy whimper as I finally pulled my fingers from her clit and bit down on her lower lip before pulling away.

Her eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks flushed. Her scent was warm with arousal and pleasure, and god, there would be no question of what we’d done while we were up here.

We would have to be very careful as we left the house. Like she said—little eyes and ears. I wouldn’t want to do something to traumatize her little sister before we left.

“You good, baby?” I finally asked, my voice rough with pleasure. I pulled out, watching in satisfaction as my cum started to drip out of her immediately, and she squirmed a little before nodding.

“Just fine. Though I wasn’t expecting such a fucking mess,” she mumbled, peeking up at me with the snarky comment.

I couldn’t help myself—I laughed and leaned down to press one more kiss to her lips.

“Expect a mess next time, then,” I said. I grinned at her and then winked before pushing myself up to stand. I glanced around, then reached down to take her hand and pull her up. “Come on. Let’s hurry and get back to the others. Don’t want to be gone for too long.”