I’d imagined the world of her past before, but standing in it felt different. Everything here belonged to her, and somehow, so did I.
The only thing that could have pulled me away from that moment was my mate. Her small hand cupping my cheek.
“Hey,” she whispered, rubbing her thumb over my lower lip. “You okay?” Her eyes were still hazy with lust and I licked my lips as I stepped over the threshold of this space that felt sacred somehow.
Once inside, I took her to the bed, laying her down on it. Emma on top of this bed that was hers, holding her hand out to me, was one of the most erotic visions of my life. For a long moment, I stopped breathing.
“Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly having a moment of doubt. “About me?” I swallowed hard, hating myself for having to askthis question, but it needed to be asked.
“What do you mean?” she asked, sitting up and propping herself with her hands behind her back, resting on the bed. The position shoved her breasts forward and I had to look away before I did something stupid.
“You... you have your inheritance back,” I told her, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment before looking at her again. “And you can do or have whatever you want. I just... I don’t want you to be forced to be with me. I can walk away if you need me to.”
I stared down at her, memorizing her gorgeous face, her perfect body, waiting for her judgment of me. She tilted her head.
“Have you lost your mind?” she asked me.
I blinked. “What?”
“Of course it’s you, Krusk,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes before smiling at me and holding that hand out again. The one that welcomed me to all my wildest dreams and fevered imaginings. “It’s only ever been you.”
Fuck, I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that.
CHAPTER 52
Emma
Krusk was still standing there, perfectly frozen as he stared down at me. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, reaching out to take my hand in his trembling fingers.
As he came down to me, I had to admit that having him in this bed—my bed from when I was younger and only everimagineda male like him—was pretty much a fantasy come to life. His hands had moved to my body, and he was gripping my hips like he couldn’t let me go.
“I want to be on top,” I told him with a small wink, feeling bolder than I ever had before. His eyes went wide and he nodded with eagerness.
Pleased, I started shifting on the mattress, making room for his big body—which barely fit if I was being honest—and then climbing over his hips. I took a moment to bask in the fact that I was on top of him.
Staring down at my huge male, I hummed in appreciation as I spread my hands over his chest. He was making small work of my clothes, tugging and pulling as I marveled at the sheer mass of him.
Gods, you formed him well.
I loved being on top of him. I loved straddling him, looking down at his green skin and tracing his muscles. His eyes were intensely focused on the spots where my nipples were pushing against my dress.
The feeling of my thighs being split wide by his torso, the hairs on his lower stomach nestling against my soaking pussy. I might die if he didn’t fuck me soon. Somehow my lust for him had only grown since realizing that he wasphenomenalin bed.
I wanted us to be as close as we possibly can. I reached down, struggling to figure out how to get his cock out of his pants without unseating myself, but his hands closed around my waist and then he shifted me up.Allthe way up.
Until my knees were pressing into the mattress on either side of his neck. And I remembered that I’d asked him tobe on topwithout specifyingwhatI’d be on top of.
“Krusk—” I started, but with one yank of my underwear, it was toast, squeezed into his big palm and shoved against his face for a deep, sinful breath. I could feel the heat in my face, but my words were frozen in my throat when his eyes twinkled up at me.
Then, he started with a long swipe across my pussy, parting me with his tongue. I made a sound that was somewhere half gasp, half whimper, falling forward and bracing myself against the headboard for support. My entire body was trembling above him.
“Delicious,” he purred, his voice guttural right before he licked into me again, so enthusiastic that even though I wanted to tell him that I was fairly certain I could cut off his air supply with a squeeze of my thighs, or the full weight of my body on his face, Icouldn’t get the words out.
His tongue played with my entrance, pushing through the clenching muscles. The thumb of his hand that wasn’t caging my ass to keep me on top of him came up to draw sweet circles around my clit.
If I have any more stimulation, I’m going to lose it.
I gasped, trembling and spasming. All of a sudden, I was agonizingly empty. “Please, Krusk,” whispered, covering my mouth to stop myself from screaming because—to be honest—I wasn’t entirely sure all of his brothers had left.
