38. Burning Hate

Emmalyn was blissfully ignorant of the audience they had while they were in the bath. Had she known, she would have been embarrassed. To them, it was an act necessary for breeding. It didn’t carry the negative connotations it did in the human culture. She nuzzled against Mikael as he carried her upstairs and opened her eyes to look up at him as he continued his gentle thrusts into her body.

“I’m sorry,” she said to all three. “I wanted to be ready for you.” She closed her eyes but continued to moan softly and make soft noises as he moved inside her.

All three mates sent their reassurance to Emmalyn at the same time. She smiled as they sent their feelings back to her. She could feel their caring for her and it eased her mind. Mikael kissed her softly, stroking her hair as his thrusts increased, breaking pace. Within seconds, he swelled inside her and spilled his second dose of seed into her exhausted body. He smothered his moan behind his teeth as he trembled in and against her. She opened her eyes and looked up at Mikael as her lips partes and a soft moaned tumbling from those pink tiers. Emmalyn kept her eyes locked with his as she felt him cum again deep inside her. By the time Farrel and Caleb returned upstairs, he had Emmalyn curled up in his arms under the blankets.

She let her head rest against his chest as he held her when her other loves walked in. Emmalyn felt bad about them waiting on her like this, bringing her food and water. She also knew they would shoosh her if she told them that as well. She looked up at the alpha and bata and smiled while she fought to keep her eyes open as her body screamed its exhaustion at her.

“It’s okay,” Mikael said to her as he kissed her cheek. “You can just rest now. I can hear your heart and breathing slowing down now.”

She smiled, eyes drifting closed. Mikael listened to Emmalyn as she fell asleep for the first time since she got into the tub of water. He heard her heart slowing down and knew she was exhausted. He also knew that she had been exhausted, physically and mentally, long before the trial.

“The three of us know if Emmalyn doesn’t get some rest, she will be in terrible condition.”

“Yes, Mikael. We realize that. But she has been through so much before and after the trial. We need to make it as easy as possible for her to heal,” Caleb whispered.

“It may be an arduous task to make her rest,” Ferrel interjected.

Caleb looked at Mikael. Mikael nodded his head slightly, opening his eyes to look at his mate. Mikael couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t consider more rest. She had been through so much in the last week. He felt her exhaustion, her frustration, and her isolating feelings. When he thought of what had happened to her in the last two days, he wished he could take away her pain. He knew it was not his place to treat her like a child, but he also knew that she would be better off in their care.

“She will rest when she knows she’s exhausted,” Mikael spoke. “It will not be easy, but we will do what we can to help her. I want her to be healthy, to be whole. She will be weak and tired for a while.”

“You and I both know, Mikael; if she isn’t willing, our words won’t matter,” Caleb said with a smile.

“She isn’t weak or stubborn. Emmalyn knows her own body,” Farrel said.

They both looked at the bed and watched Emmalyn sleep, long and deep. She had more endurance than any of them expected. Mikael wasn’t sure how she had endured so much. Emmalyn took a deep breath, strands of hair falling around her face as she moved.

“Her body is strong, her soul is strong. She will become stronger from this,” Caleb said.

***

The disappointment of the hated mates leaving the back area washed through Ghor. But it did little to cool his lust. Adovah was a good enough lover to cater to his obsessions, and he had no trouble giving her all of his attention. Her pussy was a sopping, silken vice that expertly flexed around him. He purred his approval at her skill and lowered her down to the bench and crouched over it and her to keep leverage for his thrusts.

With his cock easily drifting in and out of her hot sex, he slithered his tongue out to meet hers in a heated kiss. When he wanted to hear her moan, he stabbed in deep, rolling his hips against her to tease her clit with his short, trimmed curls. He balanced over her with one hand, the other gripping one bouncing breast.

“You’re going to be my lover, Adovah,” he growled low; lips brushing along her neck. “Mine.”

Adovah could tell that there was something different about how Ghor moved against her. She turned her head just in time to see the mates and that human go upstairs. She had mind not to sneer openly, though her mind twisted around those poisonous thoughts of hate for the tiny girl.

She quickly refocused her attention on Ghor as she used her talents and skills on him, using her body to please him. As he descended to her, she kissed him and laid her back on the bench. She curled her body to meet his as he thrust into her. Her tongue danced and moved against his, drawing him into her mouth and then following him into his. She was an insatiable lover, much like all of her kind.

She tilted her head to the side, giving him access to more of her neck if he so desired it. Adovah heard his words and smiled to herself. She could serve him more often. Perhaps she would see the hunters then, too. That thought made her get even wetter, if that was even possible. She moved her hips harder against him, closing her eyes and thinking of Farrel fucking her.

A sharp slicing sensation went through Adovah’s shoulder. Ghor did not leave a mating mark on her, but he marked her nonetheless. Two short cuts left by his upper K-9s marring her flawless skin. He lifted his head, seeing her eyes clenched shut, and firmly gripped her jaw to turn her face towards him.

“Open your eyes. Look at me when I fuck you,” he snarled. When she did as he commanded, he moved his hand away, swiftly reaching down to pinch and rub her tender clit. His thrusts increased, signaling that he was finally near his end. “Look in my eyes when I cum in you.”

She hissed softly as she felt the pain move through her shoulder. She knew what he was doing. He was marking her as his territory, but not as a mate. No other male would dare take her now. To do so would take something from an elder. Ghor wasn’t one to be crossed. Though she was prideful with her appearance, she would wear his mark proudly.

She opened her eyes at his command and looked up at him, her lips parting. His voice held so much authority; it was a huge point of excitement for her. She was submissive by nature and his command made her blood boil with lust. Her breathing sped up at his increased thrusts and she threw her head back as she came again, her slick walls gripping his thrusting cock incredibly tight.

The roar of passion that exploded from Ghor and echoed across the entire Peratuth village and out through the forest marked the last puzzle piece of the pack’s prophecy sliding into place. He came violently, swelling and spraying his hot seed thickly into Adovah’s womb before planting a pup there.