Page 103 of Forgotten Fate
But I didn’t need to. Elias knew exactly what he was doing. He cupped me in his hand, pressing his palm in the exact right spot as his fingers rhythmically massaged even lower.
More. I wanted more of him. All of him. I might have said it out loud.
“Not yet, princess,” Elias commanded. He was teasing me. But I had no rebuttal as he slowly rubbed his palm again and again, icy heat building and building until my body shook and I cried out his name.
The first orgasm happened so soon, I was in shock. The only experience I had with them was by my own hand, in the privacy of my own bedroom. This. This was entirely new. And it was euphoric. The energy of the bond heightened every sensation. I wasn’t used to climaxing so quickly, my body still trembling with small shockwaves of pleasure.
Elias bent down and kissed where his palm had been, causing another moan to escape me. Then his mouth trailed up, kissing up my naval until he had to kneel onto the bed to kiss my breasts. Heat began to form between my thighs once more. But I wanted to be the one to pleasure him this time.
I sat up, Elias following the movement. “What’s wrong?” he asked. So sweet. So gentle. I wanted to fuck his brains out, and he wanted to be a gentleman.
“You’re weak. Let me take over from here.”
Elias furrowed his brow. “I take offense to that.”
“From the wolfsbane, you loon,” I smacked his shoulder and he laughed. A spark of joy filled me instantly. I wasn’t sure if it from hearing him laugh, or if I was feelinghisjoy through the bond. Had it set already?
Elias laid himself down onto the bed next to me, and I rolled over to begin kissing him again. Each kiss brought me more joy, more sensations, and I found my right hand reaching down to caress the length of him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. And that was all it took for me to tighten my grasp, pumping harder until he moaned my name. He was so hard beneath my hand, my own orgasm began to build again. But I wanted him inside so we could experience it together, as one.
I rolled myself on top of him until I straddled him, his cock still in my hand, inches from my entrance. I could feel my own wetness dripping onto him.
“Fuck, Aura,” he said again, his body tightening beneath me. He reached up to cup my breasts, and it took everything in me not to cry out when his thumbs circled my nipples.
“Elias,” I whimpered, too shocked from the thrill of his touch to make my next move.
As inexperienced as I was, feeling Elias’s naked body against my own felt so natural, so easy – like my body somehow knew exactly what to do to please us both. The thought gave me the motivation I needed to finally join our bodies entirely and wholly.
I lifted his cock until it was at just the right angle, then moved my hips up before coming down onto him, the length of him sliding into my wet entrance with ease. Pleasure like I had never experienced before burst into me, and I cried out.
“Aura,” Elias growled my name, his head pushing back into the pillow. I knew he was experiencing the same euphoric feelings.
I moved my hips back and forth, side to side, up and down, experimenting with what felt the best. But dammit, it all felt amazing. I moaned again and again as I felt every thick inch of him inside of me. Pressure began to build and build, and I felt myself tighten around him.
“Fuck. Gods. Aura,” Elias cursed with short, static breaths between words.
I covered my own mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure that threatened to erupt, suddenly aware of how thin the walls could be.
Elias sat up and began kissing my neck, my eyes rolling back as each kiss created another ripple of desire. Before long, he had forced me onto my back again, his large frame now hovering over me, his cock still inside. Then he began to pump in and out with force and rhythm. I moaned with each pulse, and Elias couldn’t stifle his own moans.
Again and again he pushed deep and hard, yet somehow gentle at the same time. Sweat lined both of our brows as the final orgasm built until I thought the energy from the climax could tear down a building. We finished together, releasing the build-up until I felt nothing but rapture.
Elias pulled himself out and crashed onto the bed next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily as we came down from our high.
After a moment of catching our breath, Elias leaned over to kiss my forehead. “You’re a masterpiece,” he said.
I laughed. “Do you think the bond is set now?”
Elias smiled and brought his hand up, slowly waving it through something invisible in the air between us. “Yes, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
I raised a brow. “You mean you can actually see it?”
“Yes. Only when I first saw you in Rimor, and then now. But now the golden tendrils are …ablaze.” I could tell he was struggling to find words to describe it. “It’s beautiful,” he added. “I’ve been told the bond manifests itself to a lycan only when they first lay eyes on their mate, and again when the bond is set. I only wish you could see it too.”
“I don’t need to,” I smiled. “Seeing your face right now is more than enough.”
His eyes trailed from the invisible bond until they met my stare. He leaned forward, his soft lips once again meeting with mine for a brief, heavenly second. “I love you,” he said. But I didn’t just hear his words. I felt them, deep in my soul.