CHAPTER 246: YOUNG AND FERTILE

Eli’s body arched beneath him, a silent plea for more, and Riven obliged, giving in to the primal need surging within him.

Riven set a steady rhythm, thrusting deeper into Eli, each movement igniting a fire that consumed them both. Eli’s breath came in ragged gasps, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his back arching beautifully beneath Riven.

"More," Eli breathed, desperation lacing his voice as he pushed back against Riven, eager for every inch. It was an invitation that sent Riven spiralling, the heat pooling low in his stomach as he complied, driving deeper with each thrust.

"God, you’re so tight," Riven grunted, feeling Eli’s warmth enveloping him, squeezing him in a way that made his entire body sing. He leaned down, turned Eli’s head to face him and captured his lips aggressively.

Their breaths mingling as he continued to move. The kiss was frantic, filled with a hunger that mirrored the urgency of their bodies.

Eli whimpered against Riven’s lips, the sound making Riven’s heart race even faster. He wrapped an arm around Eli’s waist, pulling him closer, as if he could fuse their bodies together. Every thrust was met with a soft cry from Eli.

"Riven, please..." Eli’s voice was a plea, filled with need, pushing Riven to pick up the pace. He began to thrust harder, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them.

Riven’s fingers dug into Eli’s hips, holding him in place as he drove deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin and wetness was all that they heard.

Riven could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with desire, as he leaned down to bite gently on Eli’s shoulder, loving the way Eli’s body responded, arching and inviting him in further.

"Can you feel that?" Riven asked breathlessly, wanting Eli to understand just how much he wanted him, how completely he was consumed by this moment. Eli nodded, moaning softly as he pushed back against Riven, meeting each thrust with an eager urgency.

"Don’t stop," Eli gasped, and that was all the encouragement Riven needed. He increased his pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them, building towards an inevitable climax. Eli’s breaths turned into desperate panting as he felt the heat pooling low in his belly, every sensation amplified.

"Riven, I’m... I’m close!" Eli cried out, his voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. Riven felt the tightening around him, the way Eli’s body responded to every thrust, and it sent him spiralling toward his own release.

"Me too, Eli," Riven gasped, pushing deeper, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them caught in this moment of pure ecstasy.

With one final powerful thrust, they both fell over the edge together. Waves of pleasure crashed over them like a tidal wave, each of them crying out as they reached the peak. Riven bent down, capturing Eli’s lips in a passionate kiss, pouring every bit of his emotion into it. "You felt so good," he murmured against Eli’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off him.

He had come in his sleep, the evidence clear and undeniable, and he felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks.

"What the—?" Eli shook his head in disbelief, his heart racing as he tried to process the dream. A wet dream about Riven? The Alpha’s mate? It was both thrilling and mortifying. He could never tell anyone about this, not ever. The thought alone made him feel like he was on fire.

His face flushed crimson as he tried to will his arousal away, feeling the lingering effects of the dream still pulsing through him. Eli took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart, but the memory of Riven’s touch and their shared pleasure lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.

He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as thoughts of Riven flooded his mind—the way he had kissed him, the intensity of their connection. Eli’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and excitement.

With a frustrated huff, Eli swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He stood up, his body responding eagerly, and made his way to the bathroom. Once inside, Eli locked the door behind him. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his cheeks still flushed, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and desire. He could hardly believe he was about to do this.

With a shaky breath, Eli moved to the sink, leaning forward slightly as he hesitated just a moment longer. But the throbbing between his legs was insistent, and he knew he couldn’t ignore it. He unbuttoned his pajama pants and let them fall to the floor, freeing himself as he wrapped a hand around his hard shaft.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he started to stroke himself, the warmth of his hand sending shocks of pleasure coursing through him. He closed his eyes, letting his imagination take over. Remembering the scenes from the dream was enough... He never imagined himself with a man... Or with anyone for that matter.

But it seemed like it felt so natural when he was with Riven. It was not revolting! It turned him on too much! He knew that his species was... Very vulnerable to those urges. He gulped nervously and tried to brush it aside, of course, he felt urges... He was... A young, fertile man!

Eli’s breath quickened as he imagined Riven’s hands on him, guiding his movements, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down his spine. He began to move faster, his strokes growing more urgent as the fantasy took hold.

Each twist of his wrist brought him closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every pull.

He bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, the sound of his own breathing filling the small bathroom. He came closer to the edge as he kept reminding himself of Riven thrusting...