Chapter Eighteen #2
I twisted around and cupped his chin. “Difficult? I don’t know how you’re not screaming and running for the hills.”
Emery smirked. “Well, I would, but I know this guy who’s pretty good with his tongue and other parts of his an—”
I decided to put my tongue to good use and caught his mouth in a blistering kiss.
He responded instantly, parting his lips and sliding his arms up and around my neck.
I slid my hands under his ass and lifted him up to my level.
Emery immediately locked his legs around my waist, and just like that, all thoughts of food were instantly forgotten.
Somehow, even with my eyes closed, I managed to get Emery to my room.
Not that he seemed in less of a hurry than I was.
It was as if we were both frantic to touch bare skin.
I could feel my knot swelling, and that didn’t normally happen outside of a heat, but I was past questioning.
Emery whined as he failed to strip me fast enough, and I stepped back and yanked my shirt open, hearing the material tear and not giving a flying fuck.
My jeans were next, and then I stripped Emery just as fast. It wasn’t as easy because his hands were all over me, and when he touched my cock, I thought I was going to come then and there.
I groaned. The noises from Emery, the whimpers, and the loud gasps in the room, drowned out any ability to think.
I needed to be inside him, craved it like some sort of addict.
I was going to spoil him, kiss, lick, make him feel good, but some other part of my brain kicked in, and my rut took over.
I flipped Emery, one arm dragging his ass up, and thrust in.
His cry didn’t stop me… nothing could. I drew back, then surged into him again, my arms clamping around him to stop him moving and my hand over his engorged cock.
I lifted my head instinctively, searching for his mark.
My fangs had already dropped. One lick over the scarred bite mark, and I bit down.
Emery cried out again, and I gloried in the cum pumping over my fingers.
The taste of his blood, the smell of his release, the bone-deep possession that seemed to overtake my body, all narrowed in my gut, and my orgasm ripped through me.
I had a second to move us both to the side to stop from collapsing on top of him before my vision tunneled, and everything turned black.
I opened my eyes, knowing only a few moments had passed because I was still locked inside Emery.
I could feel my heart pounding like a bass drum, my lungs burning as if they were running out of air.
“Em?” I whispered, hardly daring to speak.
What had happened? Em wasn’t in heat, but I’d fallen into rut, and that was dangerous.
I wouldn’t have known if the pack had been overrun with silver-skins.
I’d had guards during his heat for just that reason, but Esther had left us alone.
Emery was breathing, but his back was plastered to my chest, so I couldn’t see if I’d hurt him. My heart sped up again, but thankfully my knot went down a little, enough to pull out. I eased away, ignoring the cum dribbling from him, and eased him over to his back.
Fuck.
I could see the red marks where I’d held him too tightly that would bruise.
The scratches from my nails. The angry-looking mating mark I’d re-bitten.
He was going to hate me. I’d mauled him like the animal I was.
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, quickly swiping a wet cloth over myself, then returning with a clean, warm one and a towel.
The sheets needed changing, but after wiping him gently, I used the towel to lie on and gingerly drew him into my arms.
“Wow,” he murmured. I looked down. His eyes were shut, but he had a small, exhausted smile just curling the edges of his lips.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, which made him open his eyes.
“For?” he asked in confusion.
“I—did I hurt you?”
He nodded, and my heart seemed to land somewhere near my feet.
“And when I’ve recovered and after you feed me, I’d like you to do it again.”
I blinked, completely unsure I’d heard him correctly. “What?”
He giggled–actually giggled. “If you think you can manage another round, of course.”
“Emery, I—” He put a finger over my lips.
“Assuming I can walk, I’m going to take a shower. You’re going to change the sheets and grab some food. Then we’re going back to bed, and you can explain exactly what you did with your cock that was so fucking amazing it nearly took the top of my head off.”
I nodded, but I was dreading the talk, because even with all my promises of honesty, I was completely out of my depth.
An alpha only ever went into rut when his mate was in heat, and then, of course, despite all my promises of honesty, there was the last bit of information I hadn’t told him about blood mates, and I had to make sure neither Esther nor Dad told him.
It was too much like blackmail. Like being backed into a corner and having his choices taken away.
Emery had been told the risks to himself if he went into heat without me, his blood mate, but no one had told him the risk to me if he left.
I wasn’t even sure if it was true, but I had to ask Esther, and because I was only a child when I heard it at the time, I might have it wrong.
There was a very real threat to Emery without me.
But because of our latest history, the threat surrounding the silver-skins and the captured she-wolves having their heats in agony without relief was all anyone spoke about.
Still, I remembered talking to old Jeremiah about being an alpha even before I really knew what one was.
And he told me it wasn’t the omega that couldn’t live without the alpha in blood mates, it was the other way around.
If Emery left me, I could quite easily die.