Chapter 19 – Emerson #3
I pull Dread along and give him a gentle shove to sit in the middle of the round bench.
Coincidentally, it’s exactly where I saw him that first night.
His long hair falls around his face as he tilts his head, carefully studying me.
His long arms stretch out over the back of the booth as he spreads wide.
There's no doubt he's an alpha. Dominance pours off him in waves, and it makes me shiver. That short, dark beard frames his jaw, making him look even more attractive.
I have no idea what I'm doing. Honestly, I much prefer it when my partner takes control of sexual situations. However, Arsyn's lust pulsing through my system is making me more brazen.
My hips sway side to side as I take the final few steps to Dread.
I'm tempted to hit my knees and worship his cock.
The fact he's never had sex blows my mind a little, and if he wasn't looking at me like all his hopes and dreams came true at once, I might question the truth of that.
His pink tongue darts out, swiping over his lower lip as he watches me with a look of pure carnal desire. That expression is addictive as hell.
I carefully pull my right knee up, resting it on the bench at his side. In the blink of an eye, I'm hovering over him with his hands on my hips.
“You're absolutely beautiful,” he says, staring at me with sincere conviction. “But you need to know sex isn't all I want from you. Mates are sacred in my culture. We honor that connection above all else.”
My eyes squeeze shut. He's so freaking earnest that it makes my heart race. He just said everything I wish Alix had said when I told him I was pregnant. No, I won't do this. I'm not tainting my connection with Dread with memories of the past.
“It suddenly makes sense why I'm so deadly.” Dread pulls me close to his chest with a huge hand on my lower back.
“I'm the third youngest, and yet, I ended up the most dominant of all my siblings.
Far more ruthless than any of them, which isn't unusual for my kind.
But it is for my birth order. I've also waited the longest to find my mate, and it all makes sense now.”
I groan as he pulls my head up with a handful of hair at the base of my skull. His scratchy tongue licks over my throat, making me whimper in response. His tongue doesn't feel like a normal human’s. Not even a little bit, but I'm obsessed with the sensation as he slides it over my tender skin.
“What does?” I ask.
“Why I ended up the most dangerous of my litter. Mates are always a perfect fit genetically, spiritually, emotionally, hell, even physically. You'll never experience the type of sex with anyone else that you can have with me, because I’m your mate. Your other half.” He says it all as he gropes my ass and teases my overly sensitive skin with licking kisses.
“Since you’re so tender, then I, as your opposite, must be the monster.
The fang and claws to all your delicate curves and soft smiles. ”
I've been holding myself up on my knees, but at some point during his little speech, my pussy fell to rest over his zipper.
“I'll die before I let anyone hurt you or Ember.
I know you're still adjusting to the bond with Arsyn, but our connection will be different.
He could have claimed any human. I've waited hundreds of years for you.
I'm not belittling your connection to the incubus.” Dread nuzzles his cheek to mine.
“I'm only saying that, for me, you're it, Emerson.”
Yeah, that's incredibly sweet and also super intimidating.
“The smell of your slick pussy is all my brain can seem to process,” Dread growls, pulling my mouth to his.
The kiss makes my clit and nipples throb. I've never done drugs a day in my life, but I think Arsyn's lust and Dread's hot body pressed against mine would beat any drug.
I'm not sure when Dread's hand leaves my head, but the next thing I know, I'm burying my face in his neck as he disposes of my destroyed panties.
“The two of you are slow as fuck,” Arsyn grumbles, tossing himself down on our right side.
“They truly are,” Laithe says, appearing on our left. “Get his cock out, little human. How is he supposed to fuck you in front of everyone to make his claim if you never?—”
“Laithe,” Dread growls.
“Only trying to help,” Laithe defends, palms raised. “I don't suspect he'll last long the first time. Why don't you hit your knees and show them all how you worship your alpha?”
My silly heart races.
Dread's eyebrows rise. He looks so damn hopeful that I peck a quick kiss on his scruffy chin before crawling down between his spread thighs.
The heels make squatting awkward, so I eventually kneel and poke my ass out toward the club.
I'm hoping I'm close enough to the ground that the angle will hide me from sight.
My hands make quick work of Dread's belt and jeans. I realize he's commando as I begin to unzip his zipper. I immediately slide my hand down the front to protect his cock as I work it the rest of the way down.
Dread covers his face with both hands, cursing up a storm as he pushes up so I can get his jeans around his thighs.
“Oh, by the way,” I say, my eyes bouncing between the three of them. “If you're lying to me, and this is some weird hazing ritual for the human...” I look at Laithe. “I'll find a way to kill you, no matter how inventive I have to get to make it stick.”
“I'm most definitely in love with my human,” Arsyn says wistfully. “I've got an unhealthy obsession with her when she threatens to get violent.” He nods, shooting Laithe a look that I don't quite understand.
My tongue flicks over Dread's extremely hard cock as my eyes meet his. I quirk an eyebrow so he knows that statement extends to him also. He gives me a lopsided smile that makes my heart race. His massive hand is tender as he brushes the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
His shirt pulls up over his abs and, fuck, I'm a little obsessed with his happy trail. For being a hellhound, he's not super hairy in human form.
My tongue circles the crown of his cock. He dribbles pre-cum as I flick and suck. He tastes salty and manly, and I want more, but it also makes me ache with the need to have him inside me.
He's so thick it takes considerable effort as I work my way down. I'm not close to taking half his length, and yet, he's already slamming against the back of my throat.
The noises he lets out make my thighs clench. I'm desperate for friction on my clit.
My nipples pulse painfully as my tits bounce. I start to really suck him off as I get into it.
The supernatural world is really fucking bizarre.
But if public claimings are common for his species, I'm not going to make a big deal about it.
I'd do close to anything with a smile on my face to hear him tell me again that I'm it for him.
That shit is more potent for my desire than even a shot of Arsyn's straight lust.
“If you're human...” Ryktus's voice shocks the hell out of me. “ Get the fuck out . Venom is closed for the night to anyone, save supernaturals.”
That might have been a nice announcement for him to make prior to me blowing the owner in the middle of the flipping night club.
The taste of Dread's pre-cum on my tongue makes me ravenous.
“I'm going to stretch her out over my fingers for you,” Laithe says to Dread. The next thing I know, he's kneeling behind me with my dress pulled up over my hips. He says something in one of those languages I don't understand. I roll my eyes. “That's a good human. Let him fuck your face.”
Dread fists a hand in my hair and carefully works me deeper on his shaft while Laithe teases my slit with two fingers. He doesn't enter me. Instead, he traces the seam of my lower lips. It gives me a taste of the friction I'm desperate for without pushing me over the edge.
I whine around Dread's cock as he fucks up into my mouth.
“Now that I think about it.” Arsyn runs his fingers over my right cheek. “I'm a little afraid you might drown her in your cum.”
“Four hundred years?” Laithe chuckles. “It's definitely a possibility.” He yanks my hair, pulling me off Dread. “Why don't you let him fill your tight little puss up to the brim?”
He doesn't wait for my response. He pulls me up, and the next thing I know, I'm hovering over Dread again.
“I'm on edge,” Dread growls. His eyes glow bright red. “I won't last long if you sink down on me.”
“That's okay,” I assure him, swiveling my hips and coating the bottom of his shaft with my slick pussy.
“Fuck,” he groans. His head falls back against the booth as I guide him to my opening.
I keep myself up with my other hand balanced on his shoulder. Hell, I'm a little intimidated now that the time has come. But vaginas are super forgiving.
I'll deal with a little discomfort if necessary. The look on his face spurs me on.
I sink down slowly, and we both make sounds of desperation. There's no possible way to explain how stretched I feel around him. It's very close to the line of being painful, but I can handle it.
“Gods, Emerson. You feel better than I ever dreamed possible,” Dread growls. The sound shakes around the club that suddenly seems more silent than it did before. The low bumping music still vibrates in the air, but the club goers are quieter than they were.
“Fuck your alpha,” Arsyn says, chuckling darkly. “He's desperately trying to hold back the hound, but once the beast takes over, you're in for quite a wild ride, indeed.”
“Rut,” Dread snarls. His head shakes as I bounce on his cock, and it's a little concerning as his features change and morph into that of the hound. “No.” He's obviously fighting his beast for control. “Enough. You'll hurt her.”
“It's okay,” I murmur, running my hand over his suddenly much furrier cheek. “I'm not scared of the hound, but I would like to enjoy this moment with Dread, if you don't mind.”
He snarls, pulling my mouth to his as his cock swells inside me. I'm so shocked that I fall in grinding movements that make him feel like the tip of him is planted firmly somewhere around my intestines.
“I'm extremely impressed,” Laithe muses. “She has no sense of fear whatsoever .”
“She should never fear me.” The hound’s deep, echoing growl fills the air.
I shiver in response and instinctively bare my neck in submission. Dread's clawed paws land on my hips, helping me grind over his length. He's partially shifted still and it's wild.
“Holy fucking hell,” he snarls. Blue flames erupt from his skin, but they don't burn. If anything, they send me toppling over the edge into an unexpected orgasm.
I whimper as my face falls to his chest. The fabric of his t-shirt and jeans aren't burning, but even that is a fleeting thought as he kicks inside me.
“Shh,” Laithe says, running cool fingers over my clit. “I think you've made your point.”
It takes me several long seconds to realize I've been sobbing and begging for more as my pussy tightens over Dread's erupting length. It feels like lava coats my insides for a moment before it turns bearable and even enjoyable.
“Please, continue. I can feel all their desire for you, and it's feeding me fuller than I've ever felt. Perhaps a bit of that is feeling your connection with our other mate,” Arsyn says with a laugh.
“Our?” I whisper.
“Yes, dove. You'll never leave me behind. I don't need to fuck them to feed from them,” Arsyn says.
Them ? My body is alight with pleasure to the point thinking is too much work.
“You're still so hard,” I whisper against Dread's chest. He continues to work me over. I'm extremely slick from the combination of our cum.
“I can't wait to see the faces she makes when she realizes what his cock feels like when he's shifted,” Arsyn says, releasing a deep belly laugh.
“I forgot about that.” Laithe runs his cool skin over my thigh. “I take it all back. Feel free to scream and make them green with envy. It's been ages since I've had the chance to participate in a good bloodbath.”
“Your poor human body is already exhausted?” Arsyn sighs, kissing my cheek. He looks at Dread. “When I annoy you, try to remember how convenient it is having me around.”
Arsyn kisses me, and it's like my entire body is immediately re-energized. I look at him in shock, and he grins. “We share life energy now, dove. Isn't it thrilling?”
I don't get a chance to reply.
“I'm going to make you mine,” Dread growls.
It's a terrifying sound. I must be a complete weirdo, because I'm totally here for it.