32. And then there were three

Mikael knew their talk was over with that one word of need. Rising to his feet, he swept his arms under hers to lift her up from the chair to pull her naked form into his arms. His kiss came suddenly; fierce and hungry. As his hands swept over her ass and squeezed her firm cheeks, his tongue dove into her mouth, caressing the sweet corners then curling around hers.

As soon as he lifted her naked into his arms, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body tightly against his. Her bare breasts rubbed where their skin touched. She felt like she was on fire all over and his skin was hot to the touch as well. If she didn’t know better, she would think it would consume her.

Nothing Mikael did was hesitant. No doubt the suddenness of the kiss was nowhere near as shocking as his fingers plunging inside her. Two sank into her dripping entrance, thrusting deeply a few times before he withdrew and smeared her fluids around her tight puckered ass. When he thrust those fingers back into her, his thumb slid into her neglected pucker, thrusting in rhythm with his tongue in her mouth. He completely surprised Emmalyn when she felt his thumb enter her, but it felt so good she would never complain about it.

“Spill for me, little one,” he growled against her lips.

Mikael kissed her passionately after making the demand. When he broke again, still circling his tongue against hers, he hunched down, sliding her body easily against him to rub her clit against his trapped length while his fingers continued working in her.

“You’ll find your release often this night.”

When he told her to, Emmalyn did. She couldn’t have held it back if she had wanted to. Her body contracted around his fingers and his thumb. Her slick, hot liquid flooded down his hand as he pumped in and out of her. His hard cock rubbing against her clit was enough to drive her insane. She cried out as her release carried on and on as he continued to thrust into her with his fingers.

Mikael’s groan was loud as her scent increased tenfold with her release. He massaged those vice-like openings to extend the pleasurable tremors through her body before he reluctantly withdrew his hand. Laying her back slowly, he placed her at the center of the bed and moved back only long enough to untie the leather straps around his waist and peel away his loin covering while he made quick work of his boots. Emmalyn lay back on the bed where he placed her, trying to catch her breath from the most intense orgasm of her life.

She turned her head to look at him as he undressed and her eyes widened at the sheer size of him. She thought Farrel was almost too big for her, but Mikael was larger than even him. Mikael’s cock was massive. Nearly as thick as her forearm, and just as long. It stood out proudly from a neatly trimmed nest of black and gray curls. His heavy balls hung tense and full below; already drawn up. His entire length was angry pink; the veins standing out rigid under the marbled flesh.

He crawled up onto the bed, moving along her side to her head, and knelt there while he seated himself on his heels. His fingers slipped into her hair to urge her up towards him. A deep moan of pleasure moved over her lips as her own fingers moved down her body and worked on herself.

“Let me feel your lovely tongue on me.”

She moved forward. Emmalyn’s tongue moved out to lick along the side of his massive rod. She could feel each vein as her tongue moved over them, hard as his shaft was. Long, slow wet kisses left in the wake of her tongue, starting at his base and moving up to the head. She moved to the tip and slid her mouth down as far as she could, her tongue swirling around his sensitive peak as her teeth lightly grazed against him. A series of low, throaty groans left him as she licked and kissed his shaft. Groans that were cut off by a sharp, wordless grunt when she slid her mouth over him.

Emmalyn slid her fingers back inside her body to swirl and stretch her a little at a time to prepare her for him. Her free hand moved up from the inside of his knee, up to his inner thigh, and gently cupped his balls in her hand. Fingers over those tight orbs before she grasped them gently and tugged ever so slightly on them. The sensation paired with her deft little hand playing with his balls had a small dribble of precum sliding down onto her tongue.

If there was ever a moment to prove Emmalyn’s true soul, it was with the wolves it was now. How easily she responded to him. Not only physically, but mentally and spiritually as well. He could feel the power in her. The dominating siren inside her lured men to her without her meaning it. And her body pulsed in rhythm with his.

Her body still trembled with the aftershock of her first orgasm, never relaxing from its tense condition. All of her muscles were taut and waiting, like a bowstring ready to snap again at his command. Her fingers pushed and probed inside her to make her ready for him. Her actions only fanned the out-of-control blaze within her to entirely new heights. She moaned softly as her lips moved to the head of his hard cock.

“So good,” he breathed out, urging her head down a little more until he touched the back of her throat. He withdrew, rubbing his cock around her lips, then slid inwards again at the same time that he pushed her head down on him; his fist tightening in her hair to subdue her. “Harder.”

When Mikael’s fingers gripped her hair, Emmalyn went soft and submissive for him. She moved down as far as she could on his hard cock, even gagging herself a bit. Her fingers released his balls to move up and wrap around him as much as she could. She gripped him tightly to mimic the motions of her mouth with her hand as she moved up and down, faster and harder.

Mikael let out a low howl of pleasure when she gave him what he asked for so readily. His precum flowed faster, coating her tongue as he softly thrust into her mouth. Between her thighs, fingers worked to thrust rapidly into her sex before they slid out to rub and tease at her button while her body spiraled steadily upwards. The faster her fingers moved, the faster he thrust; though his motions tightly controlled. His balls quivered as the pace grew frenzied.

The noises he made encouraged her more. She didn’t understand why, but his pleasure was the most important thing at that moment. It was the same feeling she got with Farrel and Caleb after they mated. She didn’t understand how she could feel something so intimately shared with Mikael, and they didn’t have that same bond. Emmalyn didn’t question it in her mind for too long. The taste of him on her tongue only caused her to moan deeply, the vibrations moving through her lips to his hard rod as it slipped between her lips. Her tongue rubbed against him as he moved in and out of her mouth at the same fevered pace as her fingers in and out of her dripping entrance.

All at once, he broke away to slip from her mouth and her grip and moved with blinding speed to get between her legs. Her body was pulsing at the speed it had before her first orgasm, and he took advantage. Her breathing was shallow and quick, her pulse raced as she waited for him. It seemed like an eternity, but she knew it wasn’t that long. Her skin was bright pink, flush with the blood that flowed through her veins in anticipation of their joining. Her body was tight, teetering on the razor’s edge of climax, moving ever closer to the edge.

Mikael moved her fingers away so he could pinch her little clit between his thumb and forefinger. Emmalyn cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain when he pinched her sensitive button, holding her still on that apex of pleasure. He rubbed it as he drove into her, stretching her yielding pussy around his girth, and did not stop to savor. He knelt there between her spread thighs, one hand firmly gripping her hip to hold her steady, the other toying with her clit, and wildly pounded into her. The bed shook beneath the force of his thrusts, rattling the frame and adding that noise to the wet clapping of his hips connecting with hers. She gasped loudly and held her breath when he plunged into her. She moved and rolled her hips to meet his frenzied thrusts as the slapping sounds of their bodies meeting echoed through the hut.

She wasn’t sure why she said it or where the thought came from to speak the words that fell from her lips next. All she knew was that she heard them as he did when they slipped past her lips.

“Mikael, please,” her voice pleaded. “Take me now, cum with me, mark me.”

Mark me. It was a command given by a dominator, with nearly the same force of an Elder’s voice. He could not resist her, even if he wanted to. Had he the strength to, he could not hold back either. A low, steady groan rolled out of him. His thrusts increased, and the clapping came so quickly it was hard to distinguish one sound from the next. He leaned over her and grasped her hands to lace their fingers together.

As he pinned her hands beside her head, his face came down. He muffled the howl that had been building against her neck when Emmalyn felt a searing pain when he pierced her flesh. Puncturing directly over one of Caleb’s original circles, Mikael made his mark and his poison flowed into her blood. Her hands were locking in his, fingers interlaced together. Then, suddenly, there was a blinding white flash in front of Emmalyn’s eyes as a pain unlike anything she had ever felt in her life moved through her body. She couldn’t breathe. Emmalyn felt as though she was suffocating. She felt his venom move from the bite down her neck and chest and filter completely through her.

His back arched, hips rolling into her, then jaggedly halted as his cock swelled and burst forth his hot seed. He pushed in deeper and held his length deep inside to keep that cum flowing into her womb without wasting a drop.

Emmalyn found her release with his as her body contracted around his cock. Her muscles pulled in him deeper to hold him tight just as he pushed as far into her as he could. They stayed like that as her body fought to survive. Her eyes rolled back and her teeth chattered. Her chest tried to rise and fall on its own, though no breath was moving through her. Then finally, with a loud gasp, she could breathe again, though when she let it back out, it was shallow.