And then his hand slid a little higher, to the back of my knee.
The breath caught in my throat again, but I kept most of my reaction under control.
“Very good,” Elliot murmured. He withdrew his hand, but turned, running hands up the outside of both legs—over my sweatpants this time.
I kept my focus on breathing—not slowing my breath, but on the act of inhalation and exhalation. On drawing oxygen into my lungs, then pushing it back out as my nerves bubbled and tingled under Elliot’s hands as they slid up the outside of my thighs.
He was up on his knees, his chest pushing my legs apart as his hands moved higher.
I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on breathing, holding still, not turning into a wolf.
Elliot’s hands paused, warm on my outer hips, the heat from his torso radiating through the knit of my sweats, warming the inside of my knees and thighs.
Deep breath in. And back out.
“That’s it,” Elliot murmured. “Keep breathing.”
I kept breathing. Got myself under control.
“Good.”
I didn’t know how that single word could be drawn out, made seductive. But he did it.
His fingers hooked in the waistband of my sweats. “Keep breathing,” he ordered.
I kept breathing, but it shuddered its way into and out of my lungs. The rest of me shook slightly, my skin pins and needles and electrical current.
Elliot began to push my sweats down, and I lifted my hips to let him. I was barely holding onto my control, but I was desperate to feel his hands on my skin, his body against mine.
He stripped them off me, leaving me sitting in my t-shirt and shorts, the knit straining against my erection. Elliot half-stood, sliding one knee between my legs, nudging under my balls and making me hiss as his thigh brushed my cock through my shorts.
He leaned close, one hand beside my head on the back of the couch, his lips so close to my sensitive ears that I could feel the heat and moisture of his words when he spoke. “I am going to make you come, and you are going to keep yourself under control. And then,” he continued, his voice dropping low and rough. “I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”
I let out a whine that definitely didn’t sound human, my too-sharp teeth clenched in my mouth.
“Don’t you shift,” he whispered, his hand coming down between my legs, rubbing against me, deliberately teasing the base of my cock and balls through the navy blue knit.
I whined again.
“You haven’t let yourself come, have you?” he asked me. “Since you turned?”
I whimpered as I shook my head, breathing hard. Focusing hard.Iwas hard. God, I wanted him so badly. Needed him. Needed what he said he was going to do to me.
“Trust me, baby shifter,” he rasped, his hand continuing to stroke me through my shorts. “Trust me?”
I nodded, a small sound escaping the back of my throat.
“Breathe.”
I gasped in a breath as he squeezed, then forced myself to control my respiration. To get my skin and teeth and heart rate under control.
Elliot kept stroking, although the rate of his breath in my ear increased.
“That’s it, baby shifter. Hold on and let go at the same time. Let yourself come. Let memakeyou come.”
I whined again, my hips pumping a little of their own accord.
“That’s it,” he growled into my ear.
