OK, unsure was the wrong word.
I was fucking sure. I still had doubts about whetherhewas.
“Freya,” he said, his cock pausing in its slide against me. “Do it.”
With permission that explicit, I picked a spot on his neck and licked his skin, tasting salt andhim. It was high enough up he would never be able to hide the mark. I’d have my claim on him permanently. No matter if he wore a turtleneck, I’d see it.
His hips began to move again, the bucking getting more erratic as I licked and kissed and teased his neck, resisting the primal urge to claim him as my orgasm grew closer. I only gave in when Emmett groaned and cursed. “Angels, please,” he muttered, his head tilted as far to the side as it could go.
I groaned and bit down, letting the pleasure wash over me. He felt it more intensely, being the one getting bonded, but with our bond now at full strength I couldn’t push away what he felt. Our pleasure mixed together, his cock pulsing as the movement of his hips stuttered against me. Cum spilled over my lower stomach and his, some droplets making it up to my tits. My orgasm crashed over me too, and I buried my head against his neck even after I’d finished the mark, frantically rubbing my pussy against his cock to extend my pleasure.
By the time I came down from my high he was slumped over me, my back resting on the cold mirror, and both of us were panting.
“I love you,” Em murmured, not shy with the words. “I know it’s too early for you to say it back—”
“No, I love you,” I said. “It’s impossible not to. You saved my life thinking it would mean we could never be together. You’ve been suffering alone since Cas and Shan disappeared, never demanding I comfort or help you even though I want to. You’re the most fucking self-sacrificing man I’ve ever met, aside from Caspian. But he’s hard to beat, considering he asked me to kill him because he thought I didn’t want to have sex with him.”
Emmett laughed, drawing away from me and peering into the mirror. His mark was displayed clearly, in the most prominent positioning I could have thought of.
“Do you think the self-sacrificing thing is endearing, or are you into dumbass men exclusively?” he asked.
“Dumbass men are my type,” I said, half joking but also… not really joking, honestly. None of my mates were the most emotionally intelligent, but neither was I. At least we fit together in our dumbassery?
“Good to know. We have to keep you away from more of them, or you’re liable to continue adding to the pack.”
I snorted. “Absolutely not happening. The pack is already bigger than originally intended. Three months ago, I would have said that, if anything, I would have one Alpha. Not four plus a Beta.”
He hummed in amusement, slipping himself away from me for real. The cum in his happy trail was getting sticky, and we should probably wash up. Luckily for us, Club Chaos was exclusive as fuck on the upper floor, and this bathroom had a shower stall.
I slid down off the counter, pulling my shirt over my head so I didn’t get messy. Then I reached up and pressed my lips to the fresh mark on Em’s neck. He shivered and grabbed me around the waist, playfully manhandling me into the shower. “Let’s get cleaned up so we can go to Zemterra,” he said.
His cringe was more mental than physical, so I kissed him hard enough to force him to forget his worries.
THIRTY-THREE
Emmett
Growing up in Zemterra had been my special kind of hell, and I was never keen to return.
Especially not with Freya in tow.
The scent dampener marred her delectable vanilla and coffee scent, making it seem like it belonged to a Beta. I wasn’t confident it would be enough to keep her safe in a realm full of demons, though. Witches were strongly desired because they could transport Zemterrans to the other realms, a magic no Zemterran being possessed. Omegas were sought after because demons tended to be primarily Alphas, with still a fair amount of Betas, and extremely few Omegas. Only one in one thousand pure-blooded demons revealed as an Omega, with shifter populations having a slightly higher chance.
No matter which way you sliced it, Freya was in high demand.
My mate wouldn’t thrive here, either. In my personal experience, demons had proven to be domineering, possessive to an extreme, and uncaring about emotions.
Maybe Freya would have done well if she’d been born a demon, actually. Just not an Omega demon.
She had the common demonic characteristics, but in an Omega that would be seen as a downside. She would be considered antagonistic and beaten down until there was none of that left in her.
As she drew the runes for the portal, I kept my hand on her waist to try and temper my anxiety. My mate could feel it as strongly as I could, and I didn’t want to make her nervous enough to make mistakes. One of us being mildly panicked was enough.
When the portal was swirling and ready in front of us, she gestured Oswald and Nolan through first. I wasn’t close to them, but was confident they would protect her with their lives. It was good enough for me to trust them. Before sending me through the portal too, Freya leaned in and pressed a kiss to her mark.
I shivered, my cock threatening to go hard. Grabbing her wrist, I returned the favour, watching as her entire body reacted with a second of pleasure. I’d thought I was marking her in a less intimate place when I’d done it, but now I wondered if she’d been correct when she’d claimed I wanted her mark to be in an obviously visible place.
There were benefits to being able to see it and stroke it so easily.
