Chapter 34
Elias kissed him. Passionately.
The heat of it still burned on Jace’s lips as Elias dragged him back for another, hungrier claim. Their mouths collided again, harder, wetter, the air thick with need. Elias had kissed jace numerous times but this time he kissed Jace as though the world around them could fall apart at any moment, and he wouldn’t let go.
Jace melted against the wall, his fingers fisting in Elias’s shirt like he needed something solid to hold onto. His pulse thundered in his ears. It wasn’t just a kiss anymore—it was a battle for air, for control, for something deeper that terrified him as much as it thrilled him.
Elias’s hand slid down Jace’s side, rough and possessive, finding the hem of his shirt and pushing it up with no patience. His palm flattened against Jace’s stomach, dragging upward, feeling every quiver in his muscles. The scrape of his fingers was both scorching and grounding. Jace’s breath hitched, body betraying him, arching into the touch.
The corridor around them was silent, save for the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the soft echo of footsteps somewhere far off. They shouldn’t be here, not like this. They could be caught at any moment. And yet, the risk only made Jace shudder harder, made every kiss, every touch, feel like fire against his skin.
“Elias...” His voice broke on the whisper, not quite a protest, not quite permission.
Elias’s answer was a growl, low and sharp, before his mouth trailed from Jace’s lips down to his jaw, his throat. He sucked a mark into the delicate skin, claiming him, making sure Jace would carry it long after this night was over. Jace’s knees buckled, the wall holding him up when he couldn’t hold himself.
“Do you have any idea....” Elias muttered against his skin, hot breath making Jace tremble, “what you do to me?”
Jace’s only response was a shaky gasp as Elias’s hands tightened on his hips, pinning him harder to the wall. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to explain the mess of guilt, want, and lust swirling inside him. So instead, he let his body speak, grinding forward just slightly, seeking friction.
That was all the encouragement Elias needed. He pressed closer. His cock was hard, evidence of his desire pressing against Jace’s thigh. Jace moaned, the sound swallowed instantly by Elias’s mouth as he devoured him again.
The danger of it all, the hallway, the hospital, the very real possibility of being seen—only made Elias rougher, hungrier. His hands were everywhere, tugging Jace’s shirt higher, exposing skin to the chill of the air and the burn of his touch. Jace shivered, clutching at him, torn between wanting to stop and never wanting it to end.
Elias pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. His gaze was dark, pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen from kissing. “You’re mine,” he said, voice ragged, each word dripping with conviction.
Jace’s chest rose and fell in quick bursts, his voice trembling. “Then prove it.”
The challenge broke what little restraint Elias had left.
In a blur, he spun Jace, pressing him chest-first against the wall. Jace let out a startled gasp that turned into a whimper when Elias’s hands roamed down his body, gripping his cock, demanding. Jace’s palms flattened against the cold surface, his cheek pressed to it as Elias pinned him there with his weight.
“Elias...someone could...”
“Let them,” Elias cut him off, his voice a growl in his ear. “Let the world see you’re mine.”
The words sent a bolt of heat straight through Jace, his legs threatening to give out. His body betrayed him with a needy push back against Elias now hard and throbbing cock and Elias laughed low, dark, victorious.
“Good boy.”
Jace’s breath caught, the words undoing him more than any touch. He closed his eyes, surrendering. Elias put his cock in jace.He took what he wanted with merciless precision, every kiss, every grind, every bite branding Jace as his. The rhythm of their bodies was frantic, messy, and dangerous. The sound of their panting breaths echoed in the empty hallway, their need filling the sterile air with something raw.
Jace tried to muffle his moans against his arm, but Elias wouldn’t allow it. His hand came up, fingers tilting Jace’s face back toward him, forcing his lips open for another bruising kiss. Their tongues tangled, sloppy and desperate.
Jace let out a choked moan, his body trembling against the wall as Elias drove him higher, further, until every thought burned away in a haze of pleasure and need.
Minutes blurred into eternity, each second stretched tight with the fear of discovery and the thrill of surrender. When it finally broke, when jace was about to reach his peak, he clung to Elias like he was the only thing holding him together. The world spun, his knees weak, his lungs gasping for air that never seemed enough. Jace came and elias followed after...inside him.
Elias kissed him, softer now. His lips moved slow, deep, as though trying to stitch together the cracks he’d just torn open.
When he finally pulled his cock out, Elias rested his forehead against Jace’s, their breaths mingling in the heavy silence. “You drive me insane,” he admitted.
For a moment, the intensity in his eyes made Jace forget where they were. Forget the hospital, forget the risk. Forget everything except the way Elias looked at him.
Jace slipped out of Elias’s grip, his chest still heaving as the rush of heat hadn’t left his body, but the reality of where they were and how exposed,...pressed down on him. His fingers fumbled with his shirt, urgency pushing him to dress before anyone happened to wander into the hallway and catch them like this.
Behind him, Elias’s voice cut through quiet, low and commanding. “What are you doing?”
Jace froze for a beat, glancing over his shoulder at Elias’s unreadable expression. “I’m… trying to get dressed,” he answered, a nervous edge in his tone.
Elias tilted his head, his gaze darkening, a dangerous kind of hunger flickering there. He stepped closer until Jace felt cornered again.
“Why?” Elias asked, voice rough with intent. “I’m not done with you yet.”