The Omega Mated To The Four

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After finishing our sparring session, Elijah suggested we run on the readmills to cool down. The gym was nearly empty now, the hum of the treadmill beneath my feet the only sound in the arena, w

the last ones left in the arena, were

the rest of the facility

eerily quiet.

I glanced over at him from the corner of my eye, his powerful strides keeping pace effortlessly, his muscles tense under the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. Even after our sparring match, he sll looked fresh, while I felt like I'd run a marathon.

I slowed the treadmill down catching my breath "I need a shower," said, wrinkling

my nose as I wiped the sweat from her forehead. "I feel gross."

Elijah gave me a sidelong glance, smirking. "You look like you need

"he teased.

I rolled my eyes but didn't respond, too tired to come up with a witty comeback. I grabbed my gym bag and started heading toward the locker rooms, the cool air hitting my damp skin as I moved away from the heat of the machines.

As I walked, I noticed Elijah following closely behind me. I stopped and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you following me?"

He looked at me like I had just asked the dumbest question in the world. "The men's and women's locker rooms are literally next to each other, where else would I go," he said matter-of-factly raising a brow while he gestured to the signs on the walls.

rolled my eyes again. "Right. Of course." I said as I looked at the familiar hallway that split into the men's and women's sections. I watched him disappear into the men's side, shaking my head before entering the women's locker room.

Once inside, I dropped my bag onto the bench and started stripping off my clothes, feeling the sticky fabric cling to my skin. I grabbed my essentials from the bag-soap, shower oil, and a towel and made my way to the shower stalls, eager to wash off the layer of grime that coated my body.

The hot water felt amazing as it cascaded over me, washing away the sweat and soreness from the training session. I tilted my head back, letting the warmth soothe my aching muscles, closing my eyes and enjoying the brief moment of peace.

But that peace didn't last long.

Without warning, the shower curtain was yanked open with a loud whoosh, and I let out a startled scream, instinctively covering myself as I spun around. My heart raced, my mind immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusions. But before I could react further, Elijah stepped into the shower, his eyes dark with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat.

What the hell?!"

Elijah stood there, a sly grin on his face as he leaned casually against the frame completely naked.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed, my voice a mix of anger and embarrassment as I trying to maintain some semblance of modesty despite the fact that I was completely bare in front of him..

"You said you needed a shower," he said, his tone teasing. "Figured d join you."

"Get out!" I demanded, my face burning."Elijah, I'm serious-"

frame filling the small space. My protests died in my throat as his lips crashed against mine his kiss hard and possessive, silencing any argument I might have had. His hands gripped my hips firmly, and before I knew it, he lifted me off the ground, pressing me up against the cool tile of the

the kiss, my body reacting instinctively to the

His touch was electrifying, and despite

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my hands tangling in his wet hair, pulling him

and I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through me. The water continued to pour down over us, but all I could focus on was the way his hands roamed my body, the way his breath felt against my

whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water, though I wasn't sure if it was a plea for him to stop or for him to continue. He lifted his head, his golden eyes locking onto mine with a look that

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murmured, his voice low and rough. "Tell me, and

I couldn't say it. The words wouldn't

always seemed to pull us together, no matter how hard I tried to resist. And in that moment, nothing else mattered-not

continued to kiss me with a desperation that mirrored my own. Every touch sent sparks through my body,

sensation of it all.

I felt a surge of heat pooling in my core. I

tried to regain control, pushing lightly against his chest, but the heat of his body and the intensity of his kiss made it

to think clearly.

his

pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes filled with a mix

"Tell me to stop," he

softly, his voice rough.

chest. Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, pulling him back

the kiss.

he pressed me against the cool tile wall, his kisses trailing down my neck and igniting a fire in my veins.

and his hardness inches from

over us, mingling with the heat of our bodies as

meet

his expression softer now, though

I was sure he could hear it. "What

brushed mine again, a featherlight touch that sent another wave of warmth through

slipping further away, drowned out by the

pull I felt toward him-the magnetic connection that had been simmering beneath the surface