Chapter 78 - Make Me R18

Chapter 78 - Make Me R18
Elijah’s POV

I smelled her. Erica. My Erica, and I shoved through the double doors so hard they slammed against the walls just as Edward left the room.
Nurses scatter like startled birds. I don’t see them. I only see the bed at the far end of the ward, white curtains half-drawn, and the small, pale shape curled beneath the sheets.

My boots leave bloody prints on the tile. I haven’t stopped moving since Lucien vanished through the ceiling. My knuckles are split, my shirt is shredded, and there’s a dead creature’s heart still drying under my fingernails. I fought across three floors to get here. I killed for this moment. I will kill again if anyone tries to keep me from her.

She’s awake. I see the second her eyes find me, wide, startled, then flooding with something that punches the air from my lungs. Relief. Need. Mine.

“Elijah…”

I don’t let her finish. Three strides and I’m on her. My hands fist in the thin hospital gown, ripping it down the front before she can draw breath. The monitors shriek. I tear the wires away; the machines go silent. She’s naked underneath, skin flushed from fever or power burnout, I don’t care which. All I know is she’s alive and she’s here and I almost lost her.

I crush my mouth to hers like I’m trying to crawl inside her skin. She tastes like salt and copper and everything I’ve been denying myself for weeks. My tongue forces past her lips, claiming, punishing. She moans into me, a broken sound that goes straight to my cock. I’m already so hard it hurts.

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging through the tears in my shirt. I shove a thigh between hers, forcing her legs apart, and she opens for me instantly, wet, swollen, ready. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug. My vision tunnels.

I break the kiss only to drag my mouth down her throat. My fangs are fully extended; I can’t pull them back even if I wanted to. I bite, not gentle, not a lover’s nip. I sink them deep into the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She cries out, back arching off the bed, but her hips grind against mine like she’s trying to get closer.

Blood floods my tongue. Hers. Sweet and electric and mine. I suck hard, drawing it down my throat, marking her so deep no amount of healing will ever hide it. My growl vibrates against her skin, primal, unstoppable.

“Mine,” I snarl against the wound. “Mine, mine, fucking mine.”

She whimpers, thighs clamping around my hips. I rip my belt open with one hand, shove my pants down just far enough. My cock springs free, aching, dripping. I didn't warn her. I fist myself once, twice, line up, and drive into her in one brutal thrust.

Erica screams. The sound is raw, shredded, perfect. She’s so tight it’s almost painful for me too, her body still adjusting after weeks of nothing but my fingers and my tongue and my filthy promises in the dark. I don’t give her time. I pull back and slam in again, harder, setting a punishing rhythm that rattles the metal bedframe.

“Elijah-fuck-please—”

Her pleading breaks me. I hook an arm under her knee, spreading her wider, angling deeper. Every thrust punches a cry from her throat. I want to hear it forever. I want the whole goddamn academy to hear who she belongs to.

I drop my weight on her, caging her beneath me, and fuck her like the world is ending. Because six hours ago it almost did. I heard Edward got torn open protecting her. I watched from afar, powerless as Lucien reached for her with those skeletal hands. I watched her collapse, lifeless, mark burned black.

Never again.

I bite her again, lower this time, right over her breast. She sobs my name, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Her hips roll up to meet every violent thrust. She’s close already; I feel it in the way her walls flutter around me.

“Come,” I growl against her skin. “Come on my cock so I know you’re still here. So I know you’re still mine.”

Her whole body seizes, pussy clamping down so hard my vision whites out. I slam into her and let go, coming with a roar that rips my throat raw. Heat floods her, pulse after pulse, until I’m spilling out around my cock and onto the sheets.

I don’t stop moving. Can’t. I’m still hard, still starving. I flip her over, drag her hips up, and sink back in from behind. She’s dripping with me now, obscene wet sounds filling the room as I fuck her through the aftershocks. Her arms give out; she collapses face-first into the pillow, moaning my name like a prayer.

I grip her throat from behind, thumb pressing the fresh bite marks. “Say it,” I rasp. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she gasps, voice wrecked. “You—”

I lost it again. My thrusts turn savage, hips slapping against her ass hard enough to bruise. She comes a second time, squirting around me, soaking the bed. The sight nearly kills me. I follow her over, pumping another load deep, grinding against her like I’m trying to fuse us together permanently.

We’re both shaking, sweat-slick, covered in blood and sex. I collapsed over her back, still buried inside her, knot swelling just enough that pulling out would hurt us both. I don’t care. I’m never leaving this bed. Never leaving her.

Her pulse thunders under my palm. I can hear nurses shouting outside the door now, fists pounding, someone threatening to call security. Let them come. Let the entire council walk in. I’ll kill every last one before I let go.

I press my forehead between her shoulder blades, breathing her in. “I’m sorry,” I whisper against her skin, voice cracked open. “For Lena. For the gym. For every second I wasn’t here.”

She turns her head just enough for me to see the tears on her lashes. “You’re here now,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I start moving again, slow, deep, grinding strokes that make her sob with overstimulation. My knot hasn’t gone down; every shift drags against her walls. She’s trembling, exhausted, but she pushes back against me anyway, taking everything I give her.

I thrust in deeper and fastened my pace. I couldn’t control myself, it was as if my hips were moving on their own.
We went on like this till we both went undone, shaking and convulsing as I let out a loud growl.

The door exploded inward.

Wood shards rain across the floor. Edward stands in the wreckage, eyes black with rage, fangs fully extended. His gaze locks on us, on me still inside her, her thighs slick with my cum, bite marks covering her throat.

For one heartbeat the room is perfectly still.

Then Edward’s snarl fills the air, low and lethal.

“Get the fuck off her, wolf.”

I bare my teeth, tightening my arm around Erica’s waist, and answer the only way I can right now.

“Make me.”