Chapter 8
If Emmett ever gave me a command like that outside of the bedroom, I’d be in his face in a second.
But when he commands me to run as he’s shifting, and I know what’s going to happen, I don’t hesitate. I take off.
I don’t know anything about the woods outside of Emmett’s cabin, but I feel confident that if it wasn’t safe, he wouldn’t have told me to run.
I throw open the back door of the cabin and take off into the night, my shirt half-unbuttoned and my feet bare. It’s cold, but not cold enough to be alarming, and after a few minutes of running through the mud, I’m halfway to sweating already.
I hear a snarl behind me and feel fear spike through me. I know I’m safe, but it’s not like I’ve ever been in this situation before, being chased through the woods by anyone, much less my husband who is now, apparently, a werewolf.
I run faster, even though I know there’s no way I can outrun him. His massive paws are barreling toward me. I can hear him coming up fast, and my stomach flips over just before Emmett leaps over me.
When he lands on the soft, wet earth in front of me, I gasp.
His eyes are like lanterns in the night, two glowing gems that focus on me as he snarls.
He paces toward me, and all I can think about are those nights with Emmett in our apartment back in New York.
The way he would take me apart and put me back together, fuck me until I was a blathering mess.
I want that back. I want my husband back.
“You want me?” I ask, sounding more confident than I feel.
Emmett nods, his snout just a foot from me now.
“Then come get me.” I turn to run again, but I don’t make it a step before Emmett pushes me to the ground. He’s as gentle as he can be, but he must remember that I used to love it when he was rough. Used to beg him to mark me, bruise me, use me.
His teeth rip at my clothes, tugging until I hear fabric rip.
My eyes are focused on the back of the cabin in the distance, where the back porch light is shining bright against the dark, but I can feel every breath as Emmett’s nose slides along my leg, nudging my thighs open before his long tongue strokes me.
I cry out, and even though I’m supposed to be fighting him off, I can’t stop myself from pushing up onto my knees and giving him better access.
His tongue laps at me, and I moan. It’s a little less expertly done than before, probably because Emmett is still trying to figure out his own biology, but it’s good enough to get me going, to get my clit pulsing under his tongue.
I pull away and flip over, wanting to see him. Like he thinks I might try to run again, he settles a big paw against my inner thigh to hold me down. His eyes meet mine and he bends forward to lick me again.
“Yes,” I say, shoving my hands into his fur. “Just like that, Emmett.”
He lets out a low growl that sounds a lot like satisfaction. It vibrates through me, and I start to rock against his mouth, chasing the feel of his hot tongue against me.
But then he pulls away, and I whimper at the loss of him. “Emmett!”
His mouth twists in what I think is his wolfy version of a smile. He sits back on his haunches and my eyes drop to his angry red cock. Oh, shit. Is he expecting all of that to go inside me?
My eyes lift to his face just in time to see his tongue sweep out, like he can taste me on his fur.
“Emmett,” I whisper. I’m not sure where we go from here. He steps up beside me and nudges my hip, and it takes me a second to figure out that he wants me to roll over again. I suppose it’s easier for him this way.
I pant as I press my face to the ground. I can feel how wet and swollen I am as he settles his big body over mine. I sigh at the warmth of him. It’s such a stark contrast against the cold. I didn’t even realize I was that cold.
He lowers his head and presses his face into my neck, nipping gently at my skin. I think it’s a question. Is this okay?
I nod. “Yes. Now.”
I haven’t been fucked in two years. I need it. I need him.
The blunt tip of his cock shoves against my entrance, and as it begins to press in, I have to close my eyes against the pain. It’s like my body isn’t used to the act anymore, and especially not used to someone so big.
“Slowly,” I whisper to him, and he nods.
He pushes in another few inches, and I moan, partially from the pain but mostly from pleasure. Being stretched feels so good, the slip of him slow and delicious.
“Oh, God.” I press my forehead to the ground, trying to relax to let him all the way in, but there’s no way. He’s massive, and I feel ready to split in half. “Wait,” I say, pressing my hand to his paw beside me, his claws clamped into the mud.
He stops moving, breath huffing out of him in heavy bursts. I know it’s taking all of his control not to fuck me into the ground.
Pushing up onto my hands, I shove my hips back a few inches, and we both groan. He holds still as I slide back off of him and work myself back down, going further this time.
I think I have him almost all the way inside me when I have to take another break. He lets out a bit of a whine and I almost laugh. It would seem he’s in almost as much pain as I am.
“Okay,” I breathe out, twisting to look up at him. “Fuck me.”
He lets out an animalistic sound, pulls out of me, and slams back in.
“Oh fuck!” I shout, the top half of my body collapsing. It’s pain and pleasure at the same time, and I would die before I asked him to stop. Because not having him hurts far worse than this.
He grunts as he plows into me, and once my body has gotten used to the feel of him, I find myself fucking back onto him. My hand finds its way between my legs and settles over my clit.
My senses are overwhelmed. The feel of Emmett’s rough fur, the sound of his guttural noises, the shockingly thick press of him inside me, the cold ground beneath me.
It’s wild and incredible and I can’t hold on.
“Oh, I’m going to come,” I whimper, surprised by the fact that it’s coming up on me like a freight train.
He thrusts even faster, and I feel something expand inside me, down at the base of him. My orgasm hits so hard that I’m afraid I’m going pass out, my vision going blurry and my mouth open and pressed to the ground.
My legs shake and behind me, Emmett lets out loud growls as he plunges into me. I feel the moment he starts to come. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with cum, and all I can do is lay here, racked with aftershocks, as his cum leaks out of me and down my legs.
His noises quiet, and we both pant. I’m only half conscious, but I’m aware that he’s still inside me.
“Emmett, baby, I need you to—”
I’m cut off as he bites down into my shoulder.
That, along with him still being inside me, makes me clench down again, another orgasm sweeping in quick behind the first.
“Oh fuck!” I shout, his teeth digging into my skin. His hips tug back, and somewhere in the back of my awareness, I realize he’s stuck inside me. Whatever it was that swelled inside me is still there.
And maybe I should be panicking, but I’m in sensory overload at the feel of his massive cock inside my over-sensitized pussy and his tongue slicking over where he just bit me.
I feel like I’ve been completely undone, like none of my limbs or organs are where they were just moments ago. I go limp, and after a long moment, I’m aware of some of the pressure inside me easing and Emmett slipping out.
I’m not sure how long I lay in the cold mud before I’m aware of Emmett shifting back to his human form beside me. He’s panting by the time he’s in his skin again.
He bends and lifts me into his arms, and I don’t realize I’m shivering until his warm body is cradling mine.
We’re halfway back to the cabin, my eyes falling closed, when I hear him whisper, “Stay.”
But I can’t answer before I fall asleep in his arms.