The noise he let out was pained, a cross between a groan and a whimper.
“I wouldn’t be able to deal with it.”
His nose bumped mine as he leaned in close, and I held my breath. I refused to read too much into this. If he wanted me to mark him, I would, but it didn’t mean we had to kiss. The only kisses we’d shared so far had been chaste, and I wouldn’t be able to keep it like that for long if we kissed now.
Unless… he wanted more than chaste.
Unless he was ready to move this relationship forward.
Our lips touched and I lost control of myself, surging to him. I wrapped myself around him, stroked my tongue across his and he didn’t hesitate or pull back. He responded in kind, the air brimming with the scent of his arousal. Before Emmett, I hadn’t thought it was possible for homey clean laundry to be sexy. Now I knew the power of a comforting smell.
Eager or not, I kept my touches above the belt. I rubbed his chest and slid my fingers through his hair, and when his hand went down to rub me through my pants I released a squeak.
We parted, breathing heavily, and I stared down at where his hand touched my aching, clothed pussy. “I can claim you without doing this. This wasn’t what I was upset about,” I said.
Did I want him to stop touching me? Not in a million fucking years, but I didn’t want him to regret taking this step only because he was in a desperate position.
He chuckled, pressing his fingers tighter to me. “Honey, there’s no way I’m going to take your mark without making you come at the same time. I would have suffered through the possibility of our bond breaking if I wasn’t ready to take this step with you.”
I groaned and spread my legs wider around him, moving my hands down to rest on his torso. Glancing at the bulge in his pants, I met his eyes again. “Can I touch you, too?”
Emmett’s eyes were burning with arousal. I couldn’t understand how a man could go from disinterested in sex to this fucking feral for me, but I wasn’t complaining. I’d have to do more research on demisexuality. “Touch me however you want, but I’m not fucking you. My first time in your pussy willnotbe on a bathroom counter with your other mates eavesdropping outside the door.”
He raised his voice at the end and there was a shuffling noise as if someone was moving away. It didn’t matter. This bathroom wasn’t very soundproof, especially not against enhanced vampire hearing.
“The first time I fuck you, I’ll have the time and space to make you come five times, and be able to lounge with my knot in you for an entire afternoon.”
My cunt clenched on nothing and I moaned, hands ripping at his pants. Inside me or not, I wanted his cock. Even the weight of it in my hand would be enough when I’d been waiting for him for weeks. Training with this man had been a special kind of torture, because every time one of us ended up on our backs…
He undid my pants as I undid his and we shimmied them off, leaving us bare from the waist down. I hitched my shirt up under my chin and he groaned as my bare tits bounced into view. Em leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, and my back arched.
The movement pushed me closer until my pussy pressed against his cock, and I grinned at the wonderful idea I’d just had. Though, it may be toeing the line.
That was my specialty.
Using my legs, I positioned us so his length was slotted between my thighs, pressed against my clit. He groaned when my slick coated the underside of his cock, and when I shifted my hips to rub us together, he hissed. “Freya…” he said.
His fingers were tense on me like he was about to pull away, so I paused. “You’re not fucking me,” I said. “And I’ll definitely come this way.”
“You’re impossibly fucking tempting when you’re like this. No wonder Shan and Cas fell for you so quickly.”
“Does that mean this is OK?”
“After being enlightened to this possibility, I wish I’d thought of it myself.”
Emmett thrust against me and I groaned, the sensation of his smooth skin stroking my clit even more intense when he was moving. My hands clutched his shoulders and his arms wrapped around my back, letting me arch into him and not fall over. He set a slow pace, getting me more worked up every second until I was ready to beg for something faster that would bring me to orgasm.
“Where do you want me to mark you?” I asked, gasping.
“Wherever you want me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Leaning toward him, I felt my teeth elongate, creating that edge just sharp enough to break the skin and make a claim. I skimmed the tip of one of those teeth along his jawline. His stubble prickled against my lips and he shivered.
“If you want to make it that obvious, do it,” he groaned. “I’m not going to say no.”
My teeth trailed down to his neck, scraping gently the whole way. I paused, unsure if I wanted to mark him in such an obvious place.
