Dash had guessed Emerson was probably quite strong. He was huge and built like a bull, with muscles everywhere. He’d spent well over a decade honing his body—he carried people out of burning buildings, for heaven’s sake—so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise he could fling Dash around with such ease.
All that said, Dashhadn’texpected to be hauled about like he weighed little to nothing. He wasn’t tiny—he was six-foot-six and had plenty of muscle of his own. When his back hit the mattress, he could only stare up at Emerson in awe.
He couldn’t lie. It was sexy as fuck. Emerson seemed oblivious to the adoration being sent his way, though. He was more interested in propping Dash’s hips up with a couple of towel-covered pillows—and adding a bit more lube to coat them both. After tossing the bottle back across the bed, he pressed between Dash’s thighs and leveled his gaze, finally.
“Ready for me?”
Dash could only nod, his throat too constricted to speak. Emerson would be the first man to top him.
The voice inside Dash’s mind whispered.
The only.
Before doing anything else, Emerson leaned in close and gave him a few tender kisses. He sighed against Emerson’s lips when the man broke free and pressed his forehead to Dash’s for a few seconds.
“Emerson,”Dash whispered, writhing under him.
The anticipation was about to kill him. He’d waited decades to know an alpha like this… and he couldn’t wait another second.
Returning to his haunches, Emerson eyed him for a second. Finally, he angled his cock and pressed it against Dash’s hole.
“Fair warning. I’m coming in—no sausage fingers this time, though,” Emerson whispered. A smile played on his lips. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Dash scoffed, fighting a smile himself.
Gods, come inside me before I die,please…
Emerson’s smile faltered. “If it hurts,tell me.”
Dash nodded, holding Emerson’s earnest stare.
“Promise?” Emerson asked, lifting a brow.
“Will you just fuck me already?”Dash snapped.
Fighting a smile, Emerson pushed the head of his cock through the tight rim, stretching the muscles wide. Dash hissed in pain, and the alpha immediately stopped, allowing him a couple of seconds to breathe. When Dash nodded that he was ready, Emerson pushed in another inch. The pain grew and he tensed, lungs burning.
“Breathe!” Emerson demanded.
Dash tried to drag a breath in, but struggled to get enough air in. He came close to tapping out—but the head squeezed past the thick band of nerves and he sighed with relief—which turned into a moan as Emerson surged a bit deeper. The building pressure and warmth within made him mindless.
There was only one part of him, the part Emerson commanded. He could only focus on that andnothingelse. Inch by delicious inch, he surrendered his body to Emerson.
“You took all of me,” Emerson said, almost sounding shocked. “Are you okay?”
Holding the alpha’s gaze, Dash reached between them, down where their bodies met. He gripped the base of Emerson’s shaft to gauge for himself how much was left to go. His hand skimmed the thick knot too wide to fit. Emerson groaned as Dash massaged him there. The base of that knot ended where Dash began. Emerson couldn’t go any farther.
Why did he want more?
Dash nodded, staring up at the god of a man filling him. “I’m okay.”
“You’re more than okay,” Emerson whispered before claiming a kiss. “You’re fucking amazing.”
Dash smiled, allowing Emerson another kiss.
Emerson lingered there, not moving. He laid a few kisses around Dash’s face, the last landing back on his lips. Emerson rocked his hips ever so slightly, and Dash felt the thick knot surging against his rim.
“You’re not going any deeper, right?”
