Chapter 25 – Emerson
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emerson
D read yanks me off Ryk's cock with a handful of my hair. He guides me up until I'm kneeling and plasters his chest to my back. His left hand teases my hip before sliding around to cup my soft lower stomach as he thoroughly kisses the hell out of me.
I keep my eyes closed and focus on the warmth and safety I feel as he cradles me to him like he can't get enough.
It's the middle of the day. I struggle to remind myself that I’m his mate, and apparently, Ryktus claimed me in a guardian bond too. It's tough, though. Their physiques are incredible.
In comparison, I'm on the frumpy side of human.
“Emerson,” Dread growls. His huge hand cups my lower stomach. “Arsyn is right. We're going to have to tie you to the wall at The Den and prove to you exactly how appealing you are.”
“You can read my thoughts in the bond, too?” I gasp.
“No, not read exactly what you're thinking.
It's more being able to pick out feelings or impressions.” Dread uses his handful of my hair to direct my head to the side.
“I know things are moving quickly, since you're human, but you'll find supernatural creatures don't waver.
We find our mate and we make them ours. I desire you and no one else.
My thoughts and fantasies all revolve around you.
I'd have your belly big and round with my pups today if I could.”
His words send a thrill through my entire body. I'm not overly self-conscious, but it has been a challenge understanding how these hunky men can be enamored by boring old me.
“I second that motion if we're voting,” Ryktus says, nodding his agreement. He's got a clawed hand wrapped around his cock, slowly jerking it. The way his muscles coil with each playful tug makes my nipples tighten.
“I can't decide what I want more,” Dread muses, smacking a kiss on my cheek. “To come all up in that pretty pink pussy or down your throat. I've never done that before.”
“There's nothing in the world like it. Well, nothing I've ever experienced,” Ryktus says, stretching his hand out and flicking his claw over my nipple.
“Why don't you see what it's like to be stretched out over gargoyle cock while I come down your throat,” Dread suggests.
My eyes move to Ryk, who suddenly looks downright gleeful.
Dread doesn't wait, simply picks me up and places me right over Ryktus's lap.
“You'll need to scoot closer to the edge,” Dread suggests.
“Mmm, I have another idea,” Ryktus says.
He moves us before my brain can process what's happening. He spins us until my head is near the edge of the bed. My knees and elbows hit the mattress as Ryk lands behind me.
“This works too,” Dread agrees. His thick, hard cock points at his belly button as he stands in front of me, but he aims it toward my mouth.
I'm still blown away that I'm getting a two-for-one special on monster virgins, as far as blow jobs.
Ryk seemed shocked that I wanted to suck him off.
It was sweet and kind of adorable.
The faces he made as he came? God, even recalling them makes me shiver.
Ryktus caresses my ass with both hands as Dread slips the crown of his dick through my lips. He's salty and sticky with pre-cum.
Honestly, I was shocked at how quickly Ryktus came. It's all fun and games when a guy can last hours fucking you in every position imaginable. But I don't care who you are; no woman wants to give an hour-long blow job.
That's just asking for a TMJ flare-up.
Dread's abs and obliques flex as he wraps his hand in my hair. I grin around him. His head falls back and he growls. The sound makes my inner walls clench around nothing.
I pop off Dread's shaft long enough to look at Ryk over my shoulder.
“Come on, handsome. Make this claiming official,” I tell him before diving back onto Dread's cock.
Ryktus snarls as he dips just the tip inside me. I whimper, doing my best to focus on giving my hellhound the best damn first blow job any male monster has ever gotten.
It's lucky that I'm already extremely wet, because Ryk's dick is unreal.
He doesn't pound into me like a savage. Instead, he grips my hips in his huge hands, pulling apart my ass and pussy as he dips in and pulls out.
The slow drag of him sliding inside me makes it hard to focus.
But I do my best, because I'd really like to blow Dread's mind.
He got a taste in the club last night, but I'd imagine it's totally different actually coming from a blow job.
“Your mouth is so warm,” Dread growls, carefully using his hold in my hair to fuck my face. “The feeling of your tongue on the underside of my cock is incredible.”
Ryktus begins to really get into the rhythm of slapping his hips into my ass. I quickly turn into a sucking, sobbing mess.
“I believe I agree with Dread and his constant ramblings,” Ryk groans, slamming into me deep. “It's quite arousing to imagine you swollen with my child.”
His tail wraps around, teasing my clit at the same time Dread stretches his free hand down to tease my nipple, and I explode.
The milking waves of my orgasm trigger Ryk's.
He curses as his cock kicks inside me. I do my best not to lose focus on making Dread come, but as soon as Ryk pulls out of me, the hellhound lifts me into his arms.
“Blow jobs are fine,” he says, looking very serious. “But I'd much rather come inside your sweet cunt and dream of breeding you full of my baby.”
I don't have the heart to remind him about Nadia's contraceptive spell. I know he’s aware that all employees of The Den are required to have something in place, so I let him live in the fantasy.
My back hits the wall as Dread slams his mouth to mine. He tilts his hips, shoving his massive dick inside me. The red in his eyes glows brightly.
“Say you'll let me fuck my baby into you,” he growls, sounding like he's fully lost to the hound.
I moan.
Dread grinds his pelvis against my clit in a way that sends me skyrocketing.
“Emerson,” he snaps. My hands tighten around his neck as he plows in and out while never making me feel used. “Please, love?”
“Yes,” I beg, teetering on the edge. His swollen knot slams into me, and all the breath is stolen from my lungs. I gasp, scratching over his back with little care if I draw blood.
“That's it, little one,” Ryk says. “Claim your mate for all to see.”
“Gods,” Dread growls. He wraps his arm around my lower back and moves us to the bed. He lies himself down and pulls me to rest over him in a single fluid movement. “Ride me, love.”
And I do.
I ride his cock until my thighs are sore and it's difficult to process that this is reality. He continues to demand I give him pups, and I don't contradict him, not even once. Because, for whatever reason, the idea turns me the hell on.
It's been nearly two weeks of hunkering down in the house, but the guys have all assured me that things are happening to ensure that when Brayden is handled there won't be any backlash.
Dread's mom and her mates petitioned the paranormal council on mine and Ember's behalf. They have a meeting scheduled to make our case later this week. They've kept the details pretty sparse, but I do think they'd explain it if I asked.
I trust them not to hurt us, so I'm happy to let them handle it.
Carson is still moping around Dread's house under the watchful eye of Raisa. He stays away from us, if at all possible. To be honest, that's the way I prefer it.
Dread is currently the hound. He's been marching Ember around the room for the last ten or fifteen minutes. Her giggles fill the air as she holds on tight to his neck.
“Sorry, kid,” Laithe says, catching her attention. “Your timer has run out.”
“No,” Ember says, sliding off Dread's back as he lies down. She plants her hands on her tiny hips. “I wanna play! Dread give me rides.”
She nods.
Laithe shakes his head.
Her eyes fly to mine, like she's desperate for backup.
“I said no,” she says, completely unafraid of the ancient vampire. Not that I blame her. It's hard to be intimidated when he rarely tells her no.
“You're a demanding little thing.” Laithe scoops her up, tickling her sides. “You got your ten minutes of being the boss. Now it's time for bed.”
“Come on, cutie pie,” I say, pushing myself off the couch in the upstairs living room that's right off our bedroom. “I'll read you a bedtime story.”
It's totally different having help with her on a regular basis. The long hours working to make ends meet never seemed to end. I know I was doing the best with what I had available, but everything is so different now. It makes me feel like I was a bad mom.
Rationally, I get that I had no choice, except to get up and go to work every day because I had to provide for us.
It's incredibly humbling to wake up and get to spend the day with her every single day. I was so exhausted from working all the time that I wasn't even enjoying the time we had together.
The mommy guilt is in full force now that I'm no longer in survival mode twenty-four-seven. Back then, I was too tired to feel culpable, because I was barely surviving every day without crashing.
“I said no,” Ember tries again. She turns away as I try to grab her from Laithe.
“Remember what we talked about last night?” Ryk says, coming to stand at our side.
“Sorry,” Ember huffs. Her small arms stretch out for Ryktus, and he pulls her into his forearm.
My jaw falls open, and I try not to let it hurt my feelings.
“She says I do better voices,” Ryktus says with a deep chuckle. “But I only read bedtime stories to polite wolves.”
“Sorry, Mommy,” Ember says, stretching over to give me a hug and a kiss.
“It's okay. I love you,” I say, kissing the side of her head.
As Ryktus carries her into the attached nursery, Laithe pulls me flush to his front, giving me a frisky smile.
“She loves you like no other,” he assures me. His lips barely ghost over mine in a light tease of a kiss. “It just so happens that we're new and exciting, but she'd pick you over any of us if she was sick or overly tired. It's been a millennium since I was her age, and I remember what it was like.”
I laugh, shaking my head. He’s very good at placating me.
“Have you considered what you might like to do about immortality?” Laithe asks, guiding me to take a seat on the couch.
“What?” I gasp, shaking my head.
The hound meanders over, laying his head in my lap. I run my hand over his giant blocky head.
“Your daughter will age normally, if a bit accelerated, until somewhere in her early twenties,” Lai says, tossing an arm over my shoulder.
“Then she’ll either age extremely slowly due to her shifter blood, or she’ll be essentially immortal.
” He gives me a look like I should have figured this out by now, which I absolutely hadn’t.
“The kind of immortal that can never die?” I ask, frowning.
Dread licks my inner wrist with his scratchy tongue, which calms my racing thoughts. My free hand runs over his fur on the top of his head.
“The type of immortality most shifters have,” Laithe clarifies. “The anti-aging kind where she’d best keep her head and heart attached to her body.”
I sigh. No parent ever wants to think about their child growing old one day, let alone dying.
“I'm fairly sure we're all in agreement that you should take steps to ensure you’re around for a long time. I can give you that by turning you,” Laithe says in a sexy, enticing voice.
“Are you trying to use your vampire charm or whatever to influence me into agreeing?” I demand, shoving his shoulder.
“Gods, no.” He chuckles.
“How am I supposed to know?” I grumble. He looks entirely too convincing when he smirks.
I’m not sure if it’s the way his hair falls around his face, or possibly it’s the little creases that appear around his eyes and mouth.
But whatever it is, it makes it hard to look at him without my heart racing.
“You're supposed to trust that I would never use my gifts against you,” Laithe says, pouting. His puffy lips poke out, and he pulls me in for a surprisingly slow and tender kiss.
“I'm not sure how I feel about living forever,” I confess.
Dread huffs, burying his face deeper into my lap.
“Okay, weirdo,” I gasp, shoving at his snout that's been creeping up under the hem of my dress.
“He's quite the undignified beast sometimes.” Laithe chuckles. He lifts me into his arms and heads for the nursery. “The pup has gotten over her excitement at Ryk's many voices and is asking for you. I told you. She only wants us until she's sleepy or needs Mommy.”
“Thank you,” I whisper as he carries me into the nursery.
I'm really not sure how my life ended up so different from what it was. But I got damn lucky. Even the ancient vampire knows how to reassure me.
Well, when he's not trying to convince me to become immortal.