Nicholas’s POV
"E-Eli?" I called out softly, a soft whimper escaping my lips when he slipped his hand into my pants, his fingers grazing over my cock?
"Hm? Did you just give me a nickname?" He asked softly as he leaned closer to me, our faces only inches from each other.
"It slipped out." I lied, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving my lips when he caressed my bulge. "We have to go..."
"Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable to walk around with a hard-on in your pants?" He whispered, his lips brushing over my ear and I shivered. "I won’t take advantage of you, stepbrother. Consider this... an act of support."
"But—"
My words disappeared in my throat as Elijah started stroking my cock at a fast pace and I let out soft moans of pleasure.
"You’re so sensitive." He whispered in my ear, tugging on it with his teeth gently while I grabbed him for support.
Was this how it was going to be? Being shared around the four of them?
"F-fuck I’m gonna cum, Eli..." I whimpered as I thrusted into his hands, my face buried in his shoulder and he continued stroking my dick at a fast pace.
"Cum for me, stepbrother. I want it." He grunted as he kissed my neck gently and with a groan of pleasure, I bit down on his shoulder.
I came almost immediately, and he hissed when my teeth clamped down on his shoulder, but he didn’t pull back until I was done trembling against him.
"Eli..." I whimpered and he gently rubbed my back with his free hand. When I pulled back, he had a silly smile on his face when he pulled his hand away and licked my cum off.
"Your pants are stained. You should wear mine. You’ll smell like me and it might just help regulate your pheromones." He stated as he walked over to his closet, making me stare at him in confusion.
There was no doubt that he was nicer and sweeter than the rest. But he did tell me he had a dangerous record and it made me a bit wary of him.
"Here." He threw me his pants and I gave him a small nod as I walked to the bathroom, feeling embarrassed to change in front of him.
I couldn’t help but notice how sophisticated his room and bathroom were. But I quickly changed into his pants that fit only by the waist.
They were baggy, not exactly my style, but they did fit me, so I couldn’t complain.
When I walked out, something dropped on my face and I pulled it away to see it was a hoodie that Elijah had thrown to me.
"Hurry up or we’re gonna be late." He said as he grabbed his back and I reluctantly put on his hoodie.
He smelled so good that I suddenly wanted to bury my face in it but I held myself back as I followed him out of the room.
When I saw Adrian staring at us as we descended the stairs, I felt bad and insecure. But Elijah took my hand and dragged me out of the house, making it impossible for Adrian to stop us.
"You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll protect you." Elijah muttered, my hand still in his and I couldn’t help but nod in response.
"Don’t you have anything to ask me?" I asked as we walked down the streets and he turned to me with raised brows.
"About your identity? Who cares? You’re free to do whatever you want. But I will protect you, you can be sure of that. This alpha will be your bodyguard from now on!" He said proudly as he hit his chest gently, making me smile as I shook my head in amusement.
"You don’t have to be dramatic." I pointed out and he snickered, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
"I’m just telling the truth. Everyone has their secrets. I have mine, you have yours. And I’ll keep yours till death takes me away." He winked and my heart fluttered as I looked away, feeling flustered.
Why was he so sweet and sincere?
As we neared the school, I quickly pulled my hand away from Elijah’s and he frowned when he noticed.
"Scared that people will see you with me?" He asked as I crossed my hand over my chest and I shrugged, acting nonchalant.
"I like being low-key, Elijah." I replied as he chuckled, walking in front of me.
Just then, my eyes found someone hiding behind a building and my brows furrowed. His head peeked out from the building and when his eyes met mine, I froze.
It was the masked stalker I had been seeing recently.
This time, he made eye contact, letting me know he was here for me. My heart picked up as my legs remained rooted to the ground and I almost couldn’t breathe.
Why would someone stalk me? Did they know my identity?
"Nick?"I felt someone shake my shoulders and I jolted, turning to see Elijah staring at me with worry. "Are you okay? You zoned out."
"I..." My voice trailed off when I glanced at the building again and the person was gone. Like I was hallucinating.
"What’s wrong?" He asked and I finally shook my head, pushing his hands off my shoulders gently.
"I’m fine. I thought I saw something." I muttered absent-mindedly as I followed him into the building, occasionally glancing back to see if I would see the stalker again.
I eventually pushed it away from my head and walked into the university with Elijah holding my hand again.
"Will you let me go?" I asked and he immediately shook his head. "Elijah."
"What? I’m simply protecting you. I let you out of my sight for one second and you’re zoned out like you saw something horrifying. Of course I’m sticking with you for the rest of the day." He muttered, and I almost groaned in frustration as I slapped my forehead.
We eventually made it to class, and he was beside me as usual, staring at me instead of listening to the teacher. It made me very uncomfortable but he didn’t seem to care as he played with my hair or tried to touch me under his hoodie.
I slapped his hand off many times but he didn’t give up, even going as far as squeezing my dick in his hands.
"Quit it!" I whispered harshly but he simply grinned at me, his chin on his hand as he watched me like an obsessed lover.
I glanced behind me to see that other students were watching us with weird expressions on their faces.
"Elijah, please stop! You’re distracting other students." I hissed and to my horror, Elijah turned to them with a glare on his face, making them move seats to a different place.
"They’re gone now." He said with a wink and I finally had enough as I got up and stormed out of the class without hesitation.
What the hell was his problem?
"Come on, don’t be mad at me!" Elijah followed me as I tried to stay away from him, but I finally snapped, turning to him.
"You’re distracting me! I can’t even concentrate because you keep messing with me. I hate it!" I said in frustration, hoping he would finally see how tired I was.
"Fine. I’ll tone it down. I promise." He said and I let out a sigh, rubbing the space between my brows.
He, in fact, did not tone it down.
It got worse during other classes that I wanted to bury myself in the ground just to get him away from me. I should have known he was too good to be true.
"Both of you!" The professor suddenly snapped, pointing at us. "You want to explain why you’re making love in my class? Sit still or get out!" She yelled and my face burned when everyone turned to us.
We weren’t even doing anything...
Elijah looked like he was having fun and I just wanted to disappear. He finally managed to stop bothering me, making me free to pay attention in class.
When class finally ended and it was time to go home, I was filled with glee. I could finally lock myself in my room and stay away from these men that had begun to affect my life.
Elijah was hot on my tail as I walked out of the school and he stopped me before I could go far.
"Wait for me—"
"Enough, Elijah! You’re trying to ruin my life by acting like this!" I said in frustration and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"I’m just trying to look out for you."
"By bothering me? Flirting with me in front of everyone? Distracting me? That’s not fair!" I complained and his face fell as I turned to leave.
However, as soon as I got to the gates, I froze when I saw the car in front of the gates.
What the fuck?