“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 justbitme.
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.
Chapter 9
I waketo the smell of coffee. There are multiple blankets piled on top of me, the sun shining in bright through the window.
I’m toasty enough that I don’t really want to get out of the bed, but I want to be wherever Emmett is, so I wrap a blanket around my almost naked body and stand. I can only assume Emmett’s torn sweatpants are somewhere in the mud outside, and the flannel I was wearing last night is in a muddy heap by the door. At some point, Emmett put me in a soft cotton t-shirt that’s at least three sizes too big for me.
I get deja vu stepping into the kitchen. It’s hard to believe it was only two days ago that he pulled me out of my wrecked car and we stood right here, talking about our future.
I know he knows I’m here. His senses are much better than a human’s now, and I know he heard me coming.
“You okay?” he asks, and coming from anyone else, the question might seem casual. But his tone is hesitant, coated in worry.
I guess I can’t blame him for being nervous about the answer. The spot where he bit me last night throbs, and there’s definitely some soreness in my muscles and between my legs.
But I don’t mind.
“I’m good,” I tell him, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Last night was… intense. But I enjoyed it.”
He finally turns to face me. “Did you?”
I can feel my eyes go wide. “Are you serious? Of course, I did.”
He sighs, his hands hanging in fists at his sides. “I didn’t… scare you?”
Yes, I want to say, but I know he won’t take it the way I mean it. Yes, he scared me. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy myself or that I wouldn’t do it again or that I didn’t want it.
“No. You don’t scare me when you’re, you know, like that. It’sdifferent, certainly, but not scary.”
He doesn’t say anything, just turns to pour us both a cup of coffee. But when he turns back, he doesn’t bring them to the table. He just stands there with a mug in each hand, two identical, plain maroon mugs that look like they were purchased from a dollar store.
When he does finally speak, he sounds more confident than he did before. “The roads are traversable today. So, we can get you to your car and you can head back to New York.”
