Chapter 11
Dash’s ass stretched around the thick swell, taking Emerson all the way down to the root.
Rising, he came off it and then plunged right down on it again.
On the third downward thrust, his back bowed, an orgasm shattering him within seconds of Emerson’s knot entering him.
He let out a harsh growl, cum shooting from his cock, dropping in small puddles across Emerson’s chest and leaking across those big, thick fingers wrapped around his length.
Emerson answered with a roar, jetting deep within Dash, the knot swelling thicker and locking them together.
He leaned forward and laid his palms on Emerson’s chest, gasping for air.
The wide stretch of the knot was too much stimEliott for his beleaguered body to fully process—yet somehow it didn’t hurt.
It rode the edge of pain, but the pleasure was so incredibly powerful there was only room for that in his body.
Glancing down, he silently gasped. Emerson’s cock was so big that the head pressed out, forming a bump just above Dash’s belly button.
He stroked his hand over it, and Emerson groaned, writhing under him.
How? How had he managed to take Emerson so deep? The entire knot? He couldn’t do it with a dildo, so how the fuck had he done it with Emerson’s much larger one?
Once he’d filled his lungs enough and his breathing calmed, he lifted his gaze to Emerson.
Emerson stared up at him with a wide-eyed, horrified look on his face.
Panic clawed into Dash. He pulled up, frustrated to learn they were indeed locked as one. If there was ever a time he needed escape, it was now.
“What?” Dash asked, frowning and pretending what just happened was normal when they both knew it wasn’t.
“You took my knot.”
“You said you had a kink. I gave you what you wanted.”
Emerson’s frown grew. “Dash… two fingers made you wince a few minutes ago.”
Dash pulled his gaze away, worried he’d crossed a line and exposed himself. “I didn’t plan it. I’m sorry.”
“There’s no reason to be sorry,” Emerson said. “I’m just worried I’m hurting you. Am I?”
There was no pain. The constant pulses of Emerson’s cock filling him with seed were erotic as fuck. He felt the warmth of it in his guts. Dash trembled all over with what felt like another mild orgasm. No, he absolutely wasn’t in any pain. Far from it. “No.”
“Dash…?”
“What?” Dash spat, his walls coming up quickly.
“Look at me.” When Dash didn’t comply, Emerson repeated it more firmly, using a finger to hook his chin. “Look at me.”
Dash pulled his chin from Emerson’s reach.
“Dash… please…”
After a few seconds, Dash forced his gaze to the alpha’s.
“Am I hurting you?”
Dash took a deep, cleansing breath. “No. You’re not.”
Emerson stared at him, clearly confused.
Dash tensed, sensing there would be more questions. Questions he didn’t want to answer.
“How?” Emerson asked.
“I don’t know,” Dash said, not completely lying. “Maybe I’m a freak of nature.”
“Stop that,” Emerson spat. “You’re no freak.”
“So why are you making it such a big deal?” Dash barked.
Emerson held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay…” He forced a smile. “I didn’t mean to upset you. As long as you’re okay, we’re good. It was just… very unexpected.”
Dash pulled his gaze away.
Emerson rolled them completely over, pinning Dash to the bed under him. It pushed his cock a little deeper, and they both groaned from the pleasure of it.
“In all honesty, it’s fucking hot,” Emerson said.
His gaze flew back to Emerson’s.
Emerson grinned at him, sliding a hand over Dash’s cheek. “I’ve always wanted to do that—but I’ve never been with an alpha who could manage someone of my size.”
“I’m just one in a long line of alphas who’ve made it to your little love nest here. I suppose I should be thankful I’ll stand out in some way.”
Emerson’s grin faded. “Don’t do that.”
“Is it not true?”
“I’ve upset you, so now you’re lashing out,” Emerson said, his voice even and calm when Dash felt nothing close to even and calm.
He was the one people called cold. The one who showed little emotion. Why the fuck couldn’t he control himself now, when he needed that superpower most? “Don’t analyze my behavior like you know me. Because you don—”
Emerson forced his lips on Dash’s, ending the argument. For a few seconds, at least.
Dash tried to pull away, but the fight left him. He felt too raw to fight. Emerson claimed his mouth, forcing all thoughts of anger and shame from his mind. By the time the alpha let him go, he was once again a pool of liquid need.
“How about neither of us judge the other’s sex life?”
“Not much to judge,” Dash muttered. “On my end, anyway.”
Emerson searched his face for a moment. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Who said I was embarrassed?” Dash quipped.
Emerson sighed. “Do I need to kiss you senseless every time your hackles rise? We may never stop kissing.”
“You’re the one causing them to rise,” Dash growled. “How long before you can get off me?”
“Got somewhere to go?”
Anywhere but here. Dash felt Emerson’s too intense gaze that felt like it saw too much. He needed to get the fuck out of there before he completely lost his shit. Too bad he was literally attached to Emerson.
Being bred.
A shiver raced up his spine, a fantasy achieved.
One they both apparently shared.
Dash cleared his throat. “How long?”
Every alpha was a little different, from his limited understanding. Some knotted for minutes, some up to an hour. He sure as fuck hoped it wasn’t that long for them.
“I don’t know,” Emerson replied.
“You don’t know?”
“I’ve never knotted anyone before, so I don’t know,” Emerson said.
“Right,” Dash muttered.
“How long do you normally take?” Emerson asked.
Dash sighed. “I’ve never knotted anyone, either.”
A victorious smile spread across Emerson’s lips. “You’ve never been with an omega?”
“I’m not attracted to omegas,” Dash murmured.
Emerson’s smile widened more. “Me either.”
“What… if you found him one day? Your omega?”
The alpha’s smile evaporated. “I’m doubtful that’ll happen.”
“Wishful thinking?”
“Maybe,” Emerson said, frowning. “Hopefully not.”
“But what if? You’ve had to think about it.”
“I try not to. But… if I found him, I’d probably run and hide. I don’t want an omega in my life. Period.” Emerson forced a smile. “Considering how many alphas are desperate to have one, I’m sure he can find another with ease.”
“But he would be your fated mate.”
“I don’t believe in all that shit. Look at my brother.
Cassidy wasn’t Harrison’s mate, but they loved one another with their whole heart.
Not even Harry finding his omega ended things for them because my brother refused to give up on Cassidy.
” He shrugged. “Fate can only get you so far. I believe you can choose your own destiny. You just have to have enough strength to make it happen.”
“I recall you yelling at me for calling Cassidy and Raimy his mates. Did you not know yet?”
“They hadn’t shared that with anyone yet. I was the only one who knew outside the three of them.” Emerson fully met his stare. “How did you know?”
“Fort Seattle fire rigs come standard with cameras. I watched the footage from the night of Raimy’s apartment fire.
One of the trucks was aimed right at the back of the ambulance Harrison carried Raimy into—and it was clearly obvious how both Harrison and Cassidy felt for Raimy in the way they worried over him.
And the way they clung to him once he woke up. ”
Emerson frowned. “How did you get ahold of that?”
Dash clenched his jaw, stifling a grin. “Careful searching.”
“You mean hacking the FD’s system?”
Dash did everything in his power not to smile triumphantly. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Emerson narrowed his eyes, also fighting a smile of his own.
“Whoever works as your IT Security guy needs more training—or to be fired. That’s all I’ll say,” Dash murmured.
“I’ll mention that to the chief.”
Dash stared up at Harrison, examining the man’s face up close. Who knew when or even if he’d get the chance again. He suddenly realized Emerson had tiny freckles all over. How had he not noticed them before? They blended into his tan somewhat but weren’t completely hidden from view.
For some reason, they made Emerson all the more attractive. A bit more charming.
Glancing down, he noticed pale freckles were all over his chest, too. And his arms. Dash pressed a fingertip to one between Emerson’s pecs and traced a path through several more. “I never noticed these before.”
Emerson glanced down at his chest. “What?”
“Freckles. Millions of them.”
“Ehh,” Emerson said. “I hate the little bastards.”
“I don’t,” Dash said.
Emerson’s gaze whipped up to his.
Dash fought a smile. “When I was younger, I wished I had them. I thought they’d make me less plain looking.”
“You’re not plain looking.”
Dash scoffed. “Come on. I’ve got a boring face. No scars. No crook in my nose. No marks. Nothing that stands out.” He trailed his finger to another freckle on Emerson’s chest. “Nothing that makes me memorable. It’s what made me a good agent. I blend in with the crowd.”
“If you’re not memorable, how have I been unable to stop thinking about you for months?”
Dash’s gaze flew to Emerson’s.
“I’m sorry,” Dash whispered. “I didn’t want you to go that night.”
“I know. That’s what made it even more painful to leave.”
Dash dragged in a breath, struggling for air. “I didn’t mean to cause you pain.”
“I know,” Emerson whispered. “And I forgive you for it.”
His breath caught. Staring up at Emerson, he realized that even though they’d been apart, he’d grown more attracted to the alpha somehow.
Maybe that was all in his head. Fantasizing couldn’t cause affection, surely—yet there was no other way to explain the pounding of his heart when he looked into Emerson’s eyes.
One night together wasn’t enough to make him fall. Could it?