Chapter 35
The hallway was silent except for the faint echo of their breaths, each step reverberating like a drumbeat in the confined space. Jace’s pulse raced, his body still tingling from the last encounter, every nerve alight with anticipation. Elias’s presence loomed over him, commanding, insistent, and impossible to ignore.
“Move,” Elias ordered softly, his voice carrying the kind of authority that left no room for negotiation. Jace obeyed, his knees almost weak beneath him as Elias guided him down a narrow service corridor that led to a more secluded area. The dim light flickered across walls, giving the space a private intimacy, the perfect place for what Elias intended.
As soon as they entered the hidden alcove, Elias pulled Jace against him, pressing him flush to the wall. Jace’s breath hitched, caught between protest and desire. Elias’s hands were everywhere—gripping, teasing, controlling. Every brush of skin against skin, every pressure of his hands, demanded submission.
“You’re mine,” Elias murmured, teeth grazing Jace’s jaw. “No one can have you...this body but me, do you understand?”
“Yes…” Jace whispered, voice trembling. “I… I’m all yours.”
Elias’s lips claimed his. Jace’s hands fisted in Elias’s shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. The heat between them was almost unbearable, a searing fire that made him forget everything else in the world.
The intensity didn’t relent. Elias’s hands roamed with deliberate precision, sliding down Jace’s sides, gripping his cock firmly, asserting dominance in every movement. Jace leaned into him, pressed close, utterly submissive to the force of Elias’s will.
“You’re trembling,” Elias observed, voice low, rough. “Good. That’s exactly what I want.”
Jace shivered, heat and anticipation coiling together. He tried to steady himself, tried to pull back, but Elias was relentless. Each brush of his fingers, each whisper in his ear, pulled Jace further under his control.
Jace’s hands dug into Elias’s shoulders, desperate for contact, surrendering completely, caught in the intensity of Elias’s dominance.
Jace let's out a moan as elias cock slides into him
Elias smiled, a dangerous, possessive curl of his lips, and pressed even closer. “That’s what I like to hear.”
The next moments were a blur of heat and tension, every touch a test of control. Elias’s hands were precise, commanding, claiming, and Jace’s body responded instinctively, hips arching, breath catching, entirely under his influence.
“You feel that...this dick?” Elias asked, voice rough with desire. “Does it make you feel good, sweetheart?"
Jace could only nod, overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure of Elias’s dick. Every nerve screamed for more, for elias to put every inch of the throbbing nerve into him.
Elias pressed a low, commanding kiss to Jace’s neck, trailing heat down to his back. Jace gasped, head tilting back.
“You think you can resist me, sweetheart?” Elias whispered, voice raw, almost a growl. “You belong to me. And I’ll make you feel it.....again and again.....until you cum....until you can’t remember who you were before I claimed you.”
Jace’s hands fisted in Elias’s shirt, knuckles white. He leaned closer, surrendering completely. “yes daddy...fuck me..... harder” he breathed.
Elias’s eyes darkened with hunger. "Fuck .....i love when you call me daddy"
The air around them felt electric, charged with desire and dominance, the confined space amplifying every sensation. Elias’s hands gripped him firmly, thrusting harder, deeper, and Jace followed his rhythm, helpless, heart pounding, body responding instinctively.
“You’re trembling again,” Elias noted, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “Mine....Completely.....That’s how it should be.”
Jace’s pulse raced, every inch of him alive with anticipation. He couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. Every command, every brush of skin, and every whispered word pulled him further under Elias’s control.
“Look at me,” Elias demanded, tilting Jace’s chin upward. “Eyes on me, i want to see that face you make when you cum.”
Jace met his gaze, breathless, heart hammering. He was reaching his peak.
Elias’s lips found his again, a slow, deliberate kiss, intense and claiming. Jace responded instinctively, surrendering, pressing closer, following the rhythm of Elias’s thrusts.
“You feel that?” Elias murmured against his lips, voice low, commanding. “This dick? The heat? That need? That’s what it means to be mine. And I’m going to make you feel it....fully."
Jace shivered, unable to speak, entirely consumed by the intensity of the moment. Every nerve screamed, every muscle coiled, every breath shallow and quick. He was caught, surrendered, completely at Elias’s mercy, and he wanted nothing else.
Elias thrusted harder, dominating, claiming, asserting. Jace leaned into him, submitting fully, every instinct begging for more, for the raw, unfiltered intensity of Elias’s cock.
Jace’s heart skipped, chest tightening. He was reaching his peak, he knew there was no escape.
The corridor around them felt smaller, more intimate, every sound amplified, every shadow a silent witness. The danger of being discovered only heightened the intensity of the pleasure.
“You’re mine....now cum for daddy” Elias said, voice rough.
Jace’s hands tightened, surrendering fully, caught in the raw, commanding presence of Elias. He came and elias followed.
For a moment, the intensity made Jace forget where they were. But then footsteps echoed faintly from the other end of the corridor. Elias tensed, his grip on Jace’s waist tightening before he forced himself to let go.
Jace scrambled to put his clothes on, his face flushed, heart still racing. Elias, composed dressed himself and raked a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tight.
Neither spoke as the footsteps drew closer, then faded again, leaving silence in their wake.
Only then did Elias tilt Jace’s chin up, forcing his gaze. “I meant what I said,” he murmured, softer now, but every bit as firm. “Don’t ever make me feel like I have to share you.”
Jace swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.” But it wasn’t enough. Not for Elias. He kissed him again, slower this time, lingering, as though sealing a vow.
When he finally let go, Jace’s legs were weak, his body trembling with aftershocks, his mind a storm of contradictions. Elias straightened, tugged his shirt back into place, and with a last burning glance, whispered, “Go check on your brother before I lose my restraint all over again.”