Chapter 24 #2
Once covered, he pushed Dash’s knees wider before sliding a hand under his mate’s belly. With another quick thrust, he was once again deep, where he belonged. They both moaned, their raucous sounds merging into a sensual harmony.
Emerson closed his eyes, the warmth of his mate’s hold on him nearly taking his breath away.
That night, Dash was unlike he’d been before, not just in action, but the feel of his body.
The grip around his cock was tighter, as if unused muscles had been awakened just for that night.
Emerson wasn’t sure how he’d survive the rippling hold for more than a few strokes.
He had to last more than a few strokes. If Dash was truly in heat, he needed release more than Emerson did.
He clenched his jaw, willing himself control.
For Dash.
Dash lunged forward, sliding off his cock, and slammed back against him with force. Emerson groaned, riding the edge of pain and pleasure. After the next backwards thrust, he clenched Dash’s hips in a futile attempt to not lose all control.
His mate wouldn’t be denied. Dash thrust back on him, enthusiastic for release. Dash whipped his hips in a frenzy, rubbing his cock against a pillow underneath him. Emerson stilled and allowed the man to take what he needed.
When Dash pulled completely off his cock and spun to face him, Emerson frowned.
“Need you,” Dash mumbled, staring with his coal black eyes.
Emerson dragged Dash closer, but his mate shoved him down onto the bed and pressed between his thighs. When he pressed two fingertips against Emerson’s tight bud, realization hit.
“Heat… and rut?”
Dash was too far gone to answer. He leaned closer, rubbing his hard shaft against Emerson’s hip while pressing a fingertip inside the tight hole.
“Wait,” Emerson growled, urging Dash back.
Dash struggled to keep Emerson under him. Fortunately, Emerson was the stronger of the pair. He flipped them both over and pinned Dash underneath.
“Wait a minute…” Emerson barked.
Dash calmed a bit, his eyes rapidly blinking. “I need…”
“I know what you need,” Emerson said, his body trembling as if to prove that.
Reaching into his nightstand again, he fished blindly until he pulled out the bottle of lube. After pouring some into his palm, he spread it over his entrance and stretched his body open with one finger himself.
Remembering Dash’s comment about his sausage fingers, he fought a smile.
Waiting rather impatiently, Dash was one constant quiver, all but vibrating under him.
When he seemed to realize what Emerson was doing, he lifted a hand and added his own thick finger.
Pleasure like nothing he’d felt before washed over him.
Emerson’s head fell back as he moaned with every ounce of yearning within.
They both fingered his ass, their gazes locked, until Dash added another. Emerson winced against the brief pain of that intrusion but soon adapted to the sensation. He added more lube to his hole… before coating Dash’s throbbing shaft with a thick layer.
They’d discussed this moment in passing, him bottoming for Dash.
Emerson had been honest that he’d give his mate anything, if asked, but oh how he’d wished they’d tried it before that moment—when they’d both had better control.
It had been some time since he’d allowed anyone to enter him, and he feared Dash might go too far in his state.
As he gazed down at the man while the doubts swirled, he sensed a moment of clarity appeared.
Dash’s eyes cleared of the haze of lust.
“Am I hurting you?” Dash asked, a frown of concern emerging from the mindlessness of seconds before.
“I haven’t prepared,” Emerson murmured. “Can you take it slow?”
“I’ll try… I don’t want to hurt you,” Dash whispered.
Just as Emerson’s instinct put Dash’s safety ahead of anything else, he sensed it might be the same in reverse. Would Dash protect him? After staring down into Dash’s earnest gaze, Emerson chose to have faith that his mate would.
“Smack me around if you have to,” Dash said, his eyes closing as if he was in pain. When he reopened them, his face twisted in agony. “If I go too far… stop me.”
Emerson nodded.
“Promise me,” Dash said, the quiet words as much of a demand as a request.
“I promise I’ll stop you if you go too far,” Emerson replied, holding his mate’s stare.
“Good,” Dash whispered.
Emerson pulled his finger out before tugging on Dash’s wrist to do the same.
After wiping their fingers on a towel Emerson snatched from the end of the bed, he straddled Dash’s hips and reached for the base of his mate’s cock.
He sank down onto the tip, slowly opening himself with Dash’s shaft.
When the head popped past the thick band of nerves, there was a slight pinch of pain, but a wave of pleasure coursed through him seconds later.
He sank as far down as he could go, stopping just above Dash’s knot. Emerson sighed, the thick impalement feeling better than it had been with anyone else.
Of course it was.
None of them had been his mate.
Few men had ever gotten that honor. None but Dash ever would again.
After a few seconds to acclimate, Emerson moved slowly.
Once his body yielded to Dash’s shaft, he quickened his pace, riding that shaft harder and faster with every thrust. It took little time before he was able to pull up and nearly off Dash’s cock with each roll of his hips.
Dash’s painful groan made him smile, so he did it again, holding his mate’s gaze.
Dash writhed under him, his fingertips biting into Emerson’s flesh.
Their bodies were soon coated in a sheen of sweat, the slick sounds of their fucking filling the room.
Dash’s lids fell farther, and from the whites, looked as if his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.
Emerson leaned down to capture Dash’s lips, pumping his ass up and down over the thick impalement.
When he rose on locked elbows, he glared down at his mate. “Look at me!”
Dash’s eyes barely opened; his gaze once again clouded with lust.
“You will watch me enjoy this big, fucking cock of yours,” Emerson said, fighting a smile. “So I can see how much you like it.”
“I like it… My gods, I like it…” Dash muttered, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I love it…” He moaned, fingertips biting even more. “I love you…”
Emerson’s rhythm was thrown by that word. He stared down at Dash and opened his mouth on a slight gasp, realizing he’d held his breath for a couple of seconds, his brain shut down by the declaration.
Love?
Emerson had never loved anything besides his job—and his family.
He is family.
It was then that Emerson understood that he loved the alpha with every bit of stardust contained within him. He stared down at his gorgeous mate bathed in moonlight, the comprehension of his feelings for Dash sending him reeling.
“I love you, too…” he whispered.
Dash gazed up at him with that dark-eyed stare, and he wasn’t sure his words had penetrated the fog. They might not have.
Before he could get a reply, Dash spun and pinned him to the mattress. He gave a series of short thrusts before pulling out. Within seconds, he’d straddled and mounted Emerson’s cock again, sinking down the length with ease. He moaned as he was filled, his face a mask of pure gratification.
“Fill me with your seed,” Dash mumbled. “My alpha.” He smiled… but also seemed to scowl along with it, as if a war waged within. “Put a baby inside me.”
Taken aback, Emerson’s eyes widened. A baby?
Could Dash conceive?
Suddenly, all Emerson could see was his mate’s belly growing larger and rounder, full with his child.
A guttural groan rose up his throat, the protective instinct challenged by a painful need to have more than he deserved.
The voices whispered louder and louder, urging him to fill Dash’s womb.
Logic overridden, the beast within took hold.
Rolling them over, Emerson surged a little deeper, pressing his knot against Dash’s hole.
“Do you want my baby?” Somewhere deep inside, Emerson registered Dash’s frown, but he couldn’t stop the instinctual words from flowing out. “My omega?”
Dash’s frown deepened, and there seemed a fight in his eyes, yet his surrender came. “I want your baby, my alpha.”
Emerson’s control broke on those whispered words.
He grasped Dash by the shoulder and the hip, rocking his body in and out, fucking his mate hard.
Seconds passed, the primal instinct tearing at the tattered edges of his control.
Their bodies slapped together, their noises music to Emerson’s ears.
Dash’s whimpers and mewls were the lyrics, the thumping of each thrust the steady beat.
His groans mixed in, joining the chorus.
They danced together, his heart speeding as they careened towards a crescendo.
Emerson’s release shimmered on the horizon, his body tensing by the second—but he couldn’t come until Dash did. He clenched his jaw, the need to come near painful.
“Don’t stop… right there,” Dash muttered a few seconds later, brows furrowed. “I’m gonna come…”
Dash’s back arched. With his mouth wide open and head tossed back against the pillow, he roared as he came, his hand sliding up and down his thick shaft. Emerson had never seen anything more stunning than his mate’s shattering pleasure in heat.
Jets of cum arced across Dash’s chest and tight, muscled abs.
Never pausing his thrusts, Emerson swiped two fingers through the seed and lifted them to his lips, starving for a taste.
Dash watched, his sparkling eyes filled with fascination.
Emerson held that languid gaze as he sucked the essence from his fingertips.
He moaned as the savory sweetness spread over his tongue and slid to the back of his throat and chuckled after, seeing Dash shiver from the sight.
“Fuuuuck, that’s good,” Emerson mumbled between short, gasping breaths, racing towards the point of no return.
Dash trailed two fingers of his own through his cum and brought them to Emerson’s lips. Emerson didn’t hesitate. He snatched Dash’s wrist with one hand and sucked both fingers clean, drawing them back as far as he could.
Emerson moaned again and thought he heard Dash whimper.
That whimper did things he’d never expected. A possessive swell spread through him and he quickened his strokes, needing to claim his mate completely. Emerson rocketed his hips, his body constricting, the pressure threatening to blow him apart at the seams.
A shiver shook Dash violently, and his eyelids lowered even more. “I wanna see you come…”
Before Dash could hardly finish the sentence, Emerson plunged deeper, sliding his knot past the thick band of nerves.
Dash wrapped his legs around Emerson’s body, pulling him even closer.
When he felt the head of his cock slip through something deeper within Dash, the building tension shattered.
Emerson roared, his vision distorting from the sheer force of his release.
His knot expanded, chaining them together.
Cock spasming, he filled his mate with a thick burst of seed.
He hadn’t filled his mate, though. He’d spent inside a condom. A tiny part of him wished the barrier wasn’t there.
His gaze locked with Dash’s as he continued to come in quick spurts.
Dash’s breathing was more regulated than his, but he still inhaled deeply as he stared up at Emerson, eyes vibrant, the gray-blue showing more. His skin glistened, cheeks soft pink and his seductive lips parted, stained deep red from their kisses.
He was the most beautiful thing Emerson had ever seen.
Emerson’s arms shook, his strength spent from the exertion. He lowered to an elbow and wiped the sweat from his brow, sentient thought slowly returning.
“That was… something,” Emerson said, his mind clearly not ready for speech, though.
Dash looked away, as if ashamed of what they’d just done. Emerson grasped his chin with thumb and forefinger, compelling his mate to look at him again.
Dash’s eyes shone with unshed tears.
Seeing them broke Emerson’s heart. “Baby…”
Dash bit the inside of his cheek, looking away again. “Don’t baby me…”
Emerson winced but remained silent.
“I suppose you want answers now,” Dash spat angrily.
A swirl of anger hit Emerson in the chest, and he opened his mouth to argue.
Didn’t he deserve at least a few answers to the millions of questions circling in his head.
But the second he saw Dash’s lower lip quiver, all the questions evaporated.
His big, strong alpha was hurting… and going through something Emerson couldn’t even begin to understand.
It wasn’t as if Dash could go anywhere in that moment, bound to him as he was.
“We have time for answers later,” Emerson murmured, caressing the side of Dash’s face.
Dash’s stunned gaze whipped to his, the shining still there. The quivering of his lower lip returned in full force, the wetness growing.
Emerson rolled them over, saving Dash from bearing his weight. He caressed the back of his mate’s head. “Get some rest. If I have it right, the next wave might be upon us soon enough.”
He felt a sob against him. A minute later, Dash melted into him… and a few seconds later, he was quite sure the man slept.
He was wrong, though.
“You don’t want an omega. I knew that yet I forced myself on you. It wasn’t right.”
Was that an admission? Was Dash an omega?
Emerson gently turned Dash’s face up so he could look him in the eyes. “You didn’t force anything. I was here willingly the whole way.” He searched Dash’s face, hoping his words calmed the man. “More than willingly.”
Dash’s lower lip quivered again. Emerson had never seen Dash so vulnerable.
The questions screamed in his head, but there was no way he was asking a single one. His mate was clearly struggling. He deserved space to tell Emerson his truth at his own speed. Biting his tongue, he caressed the side of Dash’s cheek.
“I should’ve told you before it came to this,” Dash murmured, sounding sleepy. “But everything happened so fast… and I worried you wouldn’t want me once you learned the truth.”
“I don’t think there’s much that would make me not want you.”
Dash was silent a long time.
“I don’t think I deserve you,” he whispered.
Emerson smiled to himself. “I think you might have that the wrong way around.”
Dash didn’t respond.
Emerson tilted his face up and found him finally fast asleep.
When his knot deflated, he carefully withdrew from Dash and gently laid the man on his side. After discarding the condom, he curled up behind him and drifted off the sleep—awaiting the next wave of heat with anticipation.