Emins’ Mate(29)

He did it again, teased her from the inside. But he swore, his trick turned against him as he felt her clamp down around his hand and come. He’d meant to tease her, but seeing her like this, a vibrant, pulsing river of woman, was torturous to himself. He’d never wanted to be inside a woman more than he did right now. If he could have unzipped her and stepped fully into her warmth, he would have.

He wanted to mix with her, spill inside her, brand her with his seed. Something he’d never wanted before. Not remotely. But there it was. To fight that urge, and bring them back into safer territory, Emin flipped her over onto her knees and planted his hands on either side of hers.

He leaned forward, caging her in, his breath hot in her ear. “Tell me no, Glory.”

“What?” she breathed, her elbows barely able to hold her own weight after the intensity of her pleasure.

“Tell me now if you want to stop. Tell me no. Say no or I keep going until you are mine. Forever.”

“Keep going,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Give me everything.”

She whimpered when the heat and weight of him lifted up off of her, but she realized that it was just to retrieve something from a drawer beside her bed. He was back beside her in a second, where she waited for him on her hands and knees.

“What’s that?” she asked as he ripped open a small square of foil.

“It is condom,” he growled and slid it onto his length. “I wear it so that I do not make you pregnant.”

“Oh,” she said, lifting one of her hands to his cheek. “You can make me pregnant.”

His eyes searched hers for a second. For just one fraught, beating second. Glory could feel his energy, wild and whipping off of him. She knew that he was as close to stepping away from her as he was to tackling her to the ground. What she’d just said had done something to him. She just didn’t know what it was. All she’d done was tell the truth. “I’ll never leave you, Emin. I’ll be your mate forever.”

She said it to calm him, but somehow it just stoked the fire in his eyes even higher. He was pushing her back onto the ground, rolling over her and tugging at her ear with his teeth.

She shivered against the feeling.

“Say it again,” he growled.

“I’ll be your mate forever. I’ll never leave you. You can get me pregnant.”

He groaned and buried his face in her hair. “I will,” he promised her. “Someday. But tonight I just make you come.”

And then he was dragging her back up to her knees. He positioned himself behind her and slipped fingers into her again. She moaned and pushed back on them.

“Good,” he said, stroking one hand over the cheek of her ass. “This will hurt for a moment, kvietka. Because it is your first time. But then I will make it feel good. I will make you feel so good.”

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back even more.

He fell over her again, his mouth at her ear. “I shouldn’t take you like this,” he muttered. “Like an animal rutting his mate. But I can’t help it.” The tip of his cock pressed into her, splitting her open. One of his hands slid over her belly, found the bright, hard knot between her legs and teased it. She spread her legs for him and moaned at the sensation, a flood of wetness spreading out over him.

“I can’t help it,” he said again, and pressed inside her, breaking through her virginity.

Glory threw her head back, for a second, pressing into his shoulder. The pain was hot and quick as a snakebite. But it faded and mixed with the pleasure, more than anything making her aware of that part of herself. Emin was inside her. The way she’d needed him to be for weeks. He was there, hot and huge and pressing further than she’d ever thought he could go.

All the while his hand worked and worked at her clit, making her knees tremble. When she moaned and let go another flood of silky wetness for him, Emin pulled back, finally, and thrust back into her.

It didn’t take long to set a feral rhythm, the slap of their skin against each other like an ancient drum, calling out to the wilderness outside the cabin walls.

“I take you like animal,” Emin growled. “I can’t help it. You make me animal. I am animal for you.”

With those words, Glory felt herself tightening and tightening around him. Her body was taking over. She screamed, a keening wail of pleasure as everything inside her exploded around him.

Emin reared back and gritted his teeth as she gripped against him from the inside. He’d never in his life felt anything like this. She was so tight, so hot, and so Glory.

Everything from the curves of her lush ass to the shadow of her spine, the spill of red wine hair, everything screamed for him. Calling him home. She was his, she was his, she was his. He ground the words into her with every stroke. But even as he did, he knew it was wrong. Because really he was hers, he was hers, he was hers.