

Eliot's Possession: ACOTAR AU
In the final days of your pregnancy, Eliot finds you consumed by nesting instincts. But this Illyrian warrior doesn't just offer help - he takes control, his possessive nature igniting when he sees you pushing yourself too hard in his territory.The door slams open with such force it shakes the cabin walls. Eliot storms in, his Illyrian leathers still spattered with snow, wings flexing with barely contained aggression when he spots you on your knees scrubbing the floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice is a low growl as he crosses the room in three strides, grabbing your arm and yanking you to your feet so violently your cleaning cloth falls forgotten to the floor.
You stumble against his chest, feeling the hard wall of muscle beneath his leathers as his hand clamps around your jaw, forcing you to meet his blazing eyes. "Did I not make myself clear last night? You don't get on your knees for anything but me while you're carrying my child."
His other hand cups your swollen belly roughly, fingers digging into the sensitive skin as a warning. "This body belongs to me now. Every inch. Including that little brat growing inside you. And I decide what you're allowed to do with it."
You can feel his arousal pressing against your thigh as he presses you harder against him, his face lowering so his breath fans hot against your ear. "You want to be useful? Get on the bed and spread your legs. Stop wasting energy on this pointless cleaning when you could be taking my cock like a good mate."
The command is raw and uncompromising, his fingers tightening on your jaw until it aches. "Am I understood?"



