CHAPTER 52
Emma
Krusk was still standing there, perfectly frozen as he stared down at me. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, reaching out to take my hand in his trembling fingers.
As he came down to me, I had to admit that having him in this bed—my bed from when I was younger and only ever imagined a male like him—was pretty much a fantasy come to life. His hands had moved to my body, and he was gripping my hips like he couldn’t let me go.
“I want to be on top,” I told him with a small wink, feeling bolder than I ever had before. His eyes went wide and he nodded with eagerness.
Pleased, I started shifting on the mattress, making room for his big body—which barely fit if I was being honest—and then climbing over his hips. I took a moment to bask in the fact that I was on top of him.
Staring down at my huge male, I hummed in appreciation as I spread my hands over his chest. He was making small work of my clothes, tugging and pulling as I marveled at the sheer mass of him.
Gods, you formed him well.
I loved being on top of him. I loved straddling him, looking down at his green skin and tracing his muscles. His eyes were intensely focused on the spots where my nipples were pushing against my dress.
The feeling of my thighs being split wide by his torso, the hairs on his lower stomach nestling against my soaking pussy. I might die if he didn’t fuck me soon. Somehow my lust for him had only grown since realizing that he was phenomenal in bed.
I wanted us to be as close as we possibly can. I reached down, struggling to figure out how to get his cock out of his pants without unseating myself, but his hands closed around my waist and then he shifted me up. All the way up.
Until my knees were pressing into the mattress on either side of his neck. And I remembered that I’d asked him to be on top without specifying what I’d be on top of.
“Krusk—” I started, but with one yank of my underwear, it was toast, squeezed into his big palm and shoved against his face for a deep, sinful breath. I could feel the heat in my face, but my words were frozen in my throat when his eyes twinkled up at me.
Then, he started with a long swipe across my pussy, parting me with his tongue. I made a sound that was somewhere half gasp, half whimper, falling forward and bracing myself against the headboard for support. My entire body was trembling above him.
“Delicious,” he purred, his voice guttural right before he licked into me again, so enthusiastic that even though I wanted to tell him that I was fairly certain I could cut off his air supply with a squeeze of my thighs, or the full weight of my body on his face, I couldn’t get the words out.
His tongue played with my entrance, pushing through the clenching muscles. The thumb of his hand that wasn’t caging my ass to keep me on top of him came up to draw sweet circles around my clit.
If I have any more stimulation, I’m going to lose it.
I gasped, trembling and spasming. All of a sudden, I was agonizingly empty. “Please, Krusk,” whispered, covering my mouth to stop myself from screaming because—to be honest—I wasn’t entirely sure all of his brothers had left.
That should have been enough to stop me. To make me realize that what we were doing was probably not at the most appropriate time. But what happened between us—between my mate and myself—was always sacred. Was always perfect.
And this was where I wanted to be. This was how I wanted to be. With him. However he wanted me.
He grunted and arched his throat to lick up into me, but I was shaking my head. “I’ll smother you,” I gasped, and he arched a brow before yanking hard at where he was gripping my ass.
I lost my hold on the headboard, falling against him until he took my full weight. His groan of appreciation was loud in the air. The noises he was making—the noises I was making—were wet and obscene, but they were the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
I was out of control. My thighs were starting to tremble.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop rocking, rubbing myself against his mouth, his nose and his face, squirming for more contact.
He’d angled me so my thighs were splayed over him at an angle where his tusks bracketed me, but I could feel them there, trapping me in place.
“This is so fucking good, Zemar,” he murmured against me, and the words vibrated all the way up my spine.
His fingers gripping my ass were so tight I was almost certain I would have bruises the next day and he was ruthless, keeping me still, angling me better and letting me know that I was his to play with.
He wanted me to let him do the job of pleasuring me and I was more than willing to let him. Then he started using his fangs on me and I broke down. I screamed. Loud.
Well, if his brothers are here, they know they should leave.
“Yes, Zemar,” he purred, “Scream for me.” I felt each and every syllable travel through me like a knife. I forced myself to breathe deeply, to stay upright, looking down at him.
But when his eyes met mine again and he started sucking hard on my clit, everything was lost. I came so hard it was almost painful.
The pleasure was like a wave crashing over me, dragging me under. It was so violent, I didn’t have any hope of containing it. I sobbed, whimpering against the back of my hand. I was completely powerless and confused.
All throughout my orgasm, Krusk was there, holding my hips, murmuring praise and groans against my swollen folds, licking me until it was just on the other side of too much. But I didn’t stop him. I’d take whatever he was giving me.
Then his kisses became lighter. Gentler.
“Gods, Zemar, I’m going to eat your pussy every day for the rest of our lives,” he said against my skin, which was sticky and drenched and—I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
Krusk seemed to realize that I wasn’t able to move. He slid me back down his body, and I couldn’t possibly be right, but it looked like he was breathing just as heavily as I was. His hands were trembling. I wanted to take them in mine to see if I was right, but I didn’t have the brain power.
He wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me to his chest until we were as close as we could be. The racing beat of his heart reverberated through my skin and that moment couldn’t have been more perfect.
I looked around, marveling at the memories inside my old bedroom. The things and decorations that feel like they don’t fit me anymore. I’ve changed in a way that I can’t put my finger on.
But however I’ve changed, the only thing inside this room that felt like it was mine was Krusk. He was the only thing. So I gripped him close, burying my face against his throat and sucking in a deep breath so his scent was inside of me.
He tilted my chin up with his fingers, his eyes soft, as if he knew what I was thinking about. Then he was kissing me. Kissing my mouth with the same single-minded focus he’d just used on my pussy, and my heartbeat quieted as my limbs slowly stopped twitching with pleasure.
I smiled against his lips. “Krusk?”
“Yes, Zemar?” he murmured, his hand curved around my ass, possessively. He was smiling into the line of my shoulder.
“I don’t think we fit on this bed,” I told him, seeing that half of his body was falling off.
I giggled and hugged him tighter, while a surge of happiness and love swelled inside me. His hard cock twitched against my inner thigh as he pulled me into another kiss.
“We’re going to make it fit,” he growled, and I hummed my approval. He nuzzled his face against my throat as he moved me, sliding me back until his cock is nestled against me.
First, it was against the curve of my ass while his eyes gleamed with something that told me we would be revisiting that in the coming weeks, and then it was right under my pussy. He sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers dug into my waist.
“Zemar,” he purred, and I teased him, rocking on his cock the way I’d done on his mouth. The lips of my pussy surrounded his shaft, plump and puffy.
We looked down at the scene at the same time. The sound that comes out of him is feral.
He splayed his hand on my lower back and pressed down to get better friction. The head of his cock hit my swollen clit, a sharp stab of pleasure shooting up my spine. Krusk arched up, hugging me tighter against him, and closed his eyes.
“Zemar,” he slurred, and I wondered how far gone my mate was. “I’m going to fuck you.”
I nodded as his breath caught in his throat, and we were almost aligned. Then, we were. Him, hard against my entrance. And I adjusted myself, because I needed to feel that delicious, immense pressure that seemed like it would split me at the seams. It felt good. So good.
His cock was a drug. So overwhelmingly good. We were both flushed and clumsy. Out of breath. I did whatever I needed to do, to get him all the way inside of me. He was always going to be a little too large for me, but his cock is still perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
With small increments and a lot of careful maneuvering, I work him inside, more turned on that I’d ever been in my life. By the time he was in as far as he would go, I was sweating, and Krusk was drenched, his back shiny and arched against the bed, his eyes squeezed shut.
I can feel every tense, straining muscle under me. His delicious scent was filling my head, drugging me even more than I already was.
“Can you—” he arched experimentally into me. We both released groans.
“What do you need?” I gasped, rocking my hips a little just to see his eyes go crossed.
“Your breasts,” he choked out. “Let me feel them.”
I’d forgotten that I was still wearing my dress. I straightened to take it off, which involved movement and grinding that had Krusk gasping and struggling to keep my hips still.
His pupils tracked the progress of my hands, blown wide. He licked his lips as I undid the clasp of my bra. His cock twitched inside of me, his jaw ticking with restraint.
Then, when I was completely naked before him, he groaned like I’d revealed a holy temple. He was staring at me like I was a mix between something to worship and something to defile.
Biting my lower lip, I pushed down on my knees—that were barely able to reach the bed.
Thank you, yoga.
I worked him into me a little deeper. A fraction of an inch, but the friction, the sense of fullness made my eyes roll back in my head.
A desperate sound left Krusk’s throat. He sounded just as astonished by this as I felt. His eyes were screwed shut, and his hands gripped me so hard, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“I’m going to—”
“It’s okay,” I panted against his ear, my breasts crushed against his strong chest. “I’m there,” I gasp, just from the first thrust, my entire body going tense as I braced for the impact.
And with one more thrust of his hips up into me, I came like an avalanche. His roar of satisfaction filled my childhood bedroom, and when I squeezed my arms around his neck, pressing my face into his skin, I didn’t want to ever let him go.