Elliot begged, and I preened. I longed for those words, wanted to hear them when he wasn’t so drunk with heat-infused lust. I’d take what was given and be thankful for it.
I was what he needed, and I would take care of him. If only in this moment, Elliot was mine and I was his. I could pretend for this section of time that he and I were one, that we were together and would be forever.
With a final thrust, I let out a release that filled the condom with my cum. For a fleeting moment I wished the condom wasn’t between us, that I had been able to take him bare and he accepted my seed.
That was silly fantasy though, one that I had no business entertaining.
Elliot’s release came at the same time as mine. His cum coated my stomach, sticky and wet between us.
“Fuck, more. I need more.” Elliot’s legs locked around me. “Don’t leave.”
His touch was desperate, almost scared. I understood the feeling. At any moment I was sure he was going to disappear like this had all been a mirage. I had the same thought.
“I’m here,” I said. “I’ve got you.”
“Don’t let me go.” His arms tightened around me.
I carefully spun us, so that he was on top of me. He settled, but barely.
“I’ve got you,” I said. “I won’t let you go again.”
Chapter 15
Elliot
I jolted awake, nearly launching myself off the bed, but I was held down by someone’s arm thrown over my chest and leg looped over mine.
Silas.
It had been so long since I’d shared a bed with him, but I would never forget the weight of him on me, how he felt at my side. Would this be the last time I would wake up to this? Had I known the last time it was going to be the last time, I would have enjoyed it more. I would have savored it. Instead, I wasthrown in the frenzy of my heat, heightened by the fact that I was sharing it with someone for the first time. Silas.
Savoring the moment was what I was doing now. I kept my eyes closed and sighed. The scent of him washed over me. My alpha. The only place I felt truly safe. His strong arms held me tight, and his warmth heated my skin.
“You have a plane to catch,” he said quietly. His chest rumbled as he spoke, vibrating against my cheek.
“How do you know that?”
“You never unshared your calendar with me. And I couldn’t figure out how to take myself off of it.”
“So you’ve had access to all my flight information for the past few months?”
“Yup.”
Our lives had been so intertwined. I didn’t even know how to unravel them. I wouldn’t even put any effort into it, really. I had moved away, and we didn’t talk anymore. But I still scrolled through our past messages regularly. They were pinned to the top of my messaging app and would probably stay that way. And if I scrolled through them on the lonely nights, that was my prerogative. I kept the few photos we had together saved in a special folder on my phone. Late at night, I let myself look at them.
“I checked your temperature about an hour ago. You’re back to normal. How do you feel?” Silas asked.
I shrugged. “Fine, I guess.” Better than I had ever felt after a heat. Usually when I suffered through them alone, they subsided slowly, almost painfully. This time it was like it just disappeared.
“Good. There’s a Gatorade next to you. You’ll want to make sure you get plenty of fluids and protein today.”
I glanced over at the nightstand, and sure enough, a bottle of blue Gatorade sat on the nightstand. Two of them, in the flavors I preferred.
“You don’t even like Gatorade,” I said.
“I keep it around.”
Yeah, he had always kept it around for me. But I hadn’t been here in months. How many other remnants of me were around here?
