Emin's Mate

by Selena Scott

  He wasn’t breathing. But he wasn’t stopping her and Glory took that as a good sign. After a month of kissing with no relief, she had the feeling she was about to feel a lot better in a minute.

  She drew her hand to herself the way she had in the shower. One of her fingers traced over the tight bud of pleasure that, until today, had been hidden between her legs. The feeling was so ripe, so intense, so potent, that her eyes immediately slid closed. Her lips parted and her hips bucked forward into her hand.

  Emin’s life was over. He would never be the same and he didn’t give a fuck. Goodbye, old Emin Malashovik. Step into the new world. He’d done it once, with his family. Shed his old life and walked straight into the frontiers of a new one. They’d left Belarus behind and started over here. But Emin was walking into this life alone. Well, not alone. Because he was taking Glory with him if it was the last fucking thing he could ever do. Glory was his. He was certain of this now.

  He watched as her finger disappeared inside her pink little pussy and he finally opened the cage on his heart. Go, Emin. Don’t look back. This is the only future for you.

  And so he did. He batted Glory’s hand away from herself and her eyes came open immediately.

  “Stop, pause, slow down,” he growled to her, his eyes demanding her acquiescence.

  “Stop, pause, slow down,” she repeated, an excited fire coming into her eyes.

  “Emin,” he growled.

  “Emin,” she repeated, understanding that he was giving her a list of words she was allowed to say.

  “More. Please. Yes,” he growled, his accent getting thicker as the air between them trembled.

  Her voice trembled, too. “More. Please. Yes.”

  “Do not stop. Never stop. Give me everything.”

  She licked her lips, gathered her breath and her courage and repeated after him. “Don’t stop. Never stop. Give me everything. Emin. Please.”

  She opened her lips, expecting his kiss there, but she didn’t get it. He was laying back on the ground, face up, and hauling her over him. He planted her pussy right on his face, holding her hips so hard he might bruise her. Glory gave a squeak of shocked surprise but she couldn’t feel anything but swamped with pleasure as his tongue met with her newly discovered place.

  He laved her with his tongue, scraped and sucked and suckled. Glory hadn’t known it was possible to be blind with her eyes open. But there she was, straddling his face and seeing absolutely nothing. Only bright, starry colors as they whipped and whirled across her vision.

  Her body was tightening and it made her move her hips. She gripped the air, her own hair, as she rode his face, his tongue pressing and swirling inside her. She’d never known a feeling like this. Her breath came out in violent bursts as she gasped for air. Begged for it. Her system was screaming, in hyperdrive, racing like a mountain waterfall.

  “I need- I need-”

  “Tell me,” he growled against her. “Tell me what you need, kvietka.”

  She hadn’t realized she’d been talking out loud. “I don’t know. Oh god, Emin. What’s happening? Oh. What are you doing to- OH!” Glory found that there was no more room for questions as she threw her head back and screamed. Something had snapped and spread and grew inside her all at once. It was like watching a flower bloom in high speed. Like a sunrise. Like the first gulp of air after you’d been under water too long. But times a million. It felt so good it hurt. It hurt like the most delicious, pounding pleasure she’d ever felt in her life. Her heart was in her pussy. Her entire body beat and pressed and rejoiced in that one perfect place where his tongue met her body.

  Glory collapsed backward, tremors working their way over her body. “I didn’t know,” she muttered, one hand coming up to brush her hair out of her eyes. “I didn’t know.”

  “Shhhh, kvietka,” Emin murmured in her ear, rearing up over her and stroking a soothing hand over her side.

  “Oh, god.” She clenched her legs together and shivered with an aftershock. Emin planted a hand on her thigh and she automatically let her legs part for him. He trailed a hand over the sensitive skin there. “Oh, Emin. I didn’t know.”

  She looked at him as if he’d invented sunshine. Or cold, clear water. Or orgasms. He couldn’t remember ever feeling better or prouder, or more like pounding his chest.

  “Do you get to feel that way, too?” she asked him, her big green eyes wide with innocence.

  “Are you asking if I can come?” he chuckled. “Yes. It is something I enjoy.”

  Without blinking, or a hint of embarrassment, in her perfect, Glory way, she asked him, “Can I make you do it? The way you did for me?”

  Emin cleared his throat. “Yes, but-”

  He didn’t get to finish that sentence as she was already yanking down his sweatpants and boxer briefs. He was springing free from his clothes before he could draw his next breath.

  “Oh,” Glory breathed, as she tossed his pants away. Emin still lay on his side as she crawled toward him, at perfect eye level with his cock. “It’s so much bigger than when I saw it before!”

  He cracked a quick, pained grin. “I want you very much. It makes it big.”

  “For me?”

  “For you.”

  “Oh,” she breathed again, leaning forward.

  Part of him wanted to tell her to slow down. That there was no need for any of this right now. That they had a long time to get acquainted with one another’s bodies. But then her pink little tongue peeked out of her mouth and she licked across the head of his cock.

  Yeah. There weren’t really words or thoughts or life after that. It was just feeling.

  “Fuck,” he ground out between clenched teeth as she did it again. And then she was swallowing him and moaning.

  “You taste like you,” she whispered. “Even here, you have that flavor that I love.” And then she was swallowing him again. Swirling her tongue and fluttering her eyes closed. Her zealous, unschooled technique made his eyes cross. She was undoing him. Peeling him like a banana, one suck at a time. He’d never felt this before. He knew, without a doubt in his artist’s heart, that he never would feel it again. Not with anyone but her.

  She licked the entire length of him with the flat of her tongue and hummed in pleasured delight. She looked up, catching his eye, and licked a circle around the head. He was losing himself in this. He was spiraling down into unknown territory. A place where pleasure was mixed inextricably with intimacy, with knowledge of a person.

  It was too much. He couldn’t take it. So, grabbing her shoulders, he hauled her up, over him. Their bodies slid, a perfect fit, her legs tangling with his.

  He fused their mouths together and groaned at their combined flavor.

  “Fuck,” he growled again and rolled them so that he was over her. “This is how a man’s touch feels.” He pinned her arms above her head in one hand and trailed the other down her neck, over her ribs. He raked his thumb across one nipple and then the other.

  “This is how it feels to be touched by me, Glory. What you have been asking for.”

  She arched against him, her eyes doing that open, unseeing thing again. He was rough, impatient, and confident that she could take it. She was inexperienced, innocent, but she was far from weak.

  She was strong, vibrant, demanding, and laid out before him like a bouquet of succulent fruit. She was ripe and fragrant and bursting with flavors he couldn’t get enough of.

  “This is what a man’s mouth feels like, kvietka,” he growled, sucking on the slope of her breast, leaving a mark. “And his teeth.”

  He bit at the skin below her breast and she arched even harder.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her head whipping from one side to the other. So he bit her again, on her shoulder. At the same time, his hand traced down between her legs and they both groaned at the sensation.

  “So wet,” he groaned, pressing a finger inside of her. And he couldn’t help but take her flesh between his teeth, roll it there, sucking and biting. He knew he
might be bruising her, but she was tough, arching into him.

  “More,” she moaned. “More, Emin. Everything.”

  His thumb insistently circled her clit, two other fingers stroking her from the inside until he found a spot inside her that had her screaming.

  And, god, he loved that. Her hair tangled and fanning out, her eyes wide and untamed. He loved that he could turn her into the animal that she was. Wild and writhing and screaming for him.

  He did it again, teased her from the inside. But he swore, his trick turned against him as he felt her clamp down around his hand and come. He’d meant to tease her, but seeing her like this, a vibrant, pulsing river of woman, was torturous to himself. He’d never wanted to be inside a woman more than he did right now. If he could have unzipped her and stepped fully into her warmth, he would have.

  He wanted to mix with her, spill inside her, brand her with his seed. Something he’d never wanted before. Not remotely. But there it was. To fight that urge, and bring them back into safer territory, Emin flipped her over onto her knees and planted his hands on either side of hers.

  He leaned forward, caging her in, his breath hot in her ear. “Tell me no, Glory.”

  “What?” she breathed, her elbows barely able to hold her own weight after the intensity of her pleasure.

  “Tell me now if you want to stop. Tell me no. Say no or I keep going until you are mine. Forever.”

  “Keep going,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Give me everything.”

  She whimpered when the heat and weight of him lifted up off of her, but she realized that it was just to retrieve something from a drawer beside her bed. He was back beside her in a second, where she waited for him on her hands and knees.

  “What’s that?” she asked as he ripped open a small square of foil.

  “It is condom,” he growled and slid it onto his length. “I wear it so that I do not make you pregnant.”

  “Oh,” she said, lifting one of her hands to his cheek. “You can make me pregnant.”

  His eyes searched hers for a second. For just one fraught, beating second. Glory could feel his energy, wild and whipping off of him. She knew that he was as close to stepping away from her as he was to tackling her to the ground. What she’d just said had done something to him. She just didn’t know what it was. All she’d done was tell the truth. “I’ll never leave you, Emin. I’ll be your mate forever.”

  She said it to calm him, but somehow it just stoked the fire in his eyes even higher. He was pushing her back onto the ground, rolling over her and tugging at her ear with his teeth.

  She shivered against the feeling.

  “Say it again,” he growled.

  “I’ll be your mate forever. I’ll never leave you. You can get me pregnant.”

  He groaned and buried his face in her hair. “I will,” he promised her. “Someday. But tonight I just make you come.”

  And then he was dragging her back up to her knees. He positioned himself behind her and slipped fingers into her again. She moaned and pushed back on them.

  “Good,” he said, stroking one hand over the cheek of her ass. “This will hurt for a moment, kvietka. Because it is your first time. But then I will make it feel good. I will make you feel so good.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, pushing back even more.

  He fell over her again, his mouth at her ear. “I shouldn’t take you like this,” he muttered. “Like an animal rutting his mate. But I can’t help it.” The tip of his cock pressed into her, splitting her open. One of his hands slid over her belly, found the bright, hard knot between her legs and teased it. She spread her legs for him and moaned at the sensation, a flood of wetness spreading out over him.

  “I can’t help it,” he said again, and pressed inside her, breaking through her virginity.

  Glory threw her head back, for a second, pressing into his shoulder. The pain was hot and quick as a snakebite. But it faded and mixed with the pleasure, more than anything making her aware of that part of herself. Emin was inside her. The way she’d needed him to be for weeks. He was there, hot and huge and pressing further than she’d ever thought he could go.

  All the while his hand worked and worked at her clit, making her knees tremble. When she moaned and let go another flood of silky wetness for him, Emin pulled back, finally, and thrust back into her.

  It didn’t take long to set a feral rhythm, the slap of their skin against each other like an ancient drum, calling out to the wilderness outside the cabin walls.

  “I take you like animal,” Emin growled. “I can’t help it. You make me animal. I am animal for you.”

  With those words, Glory felt herself tightening and tightening around him. Her body was taking over. She screamed, a keening wail of pleasure as everything inside her exploded around him.

  Emin reared back and gritted his teeth as she gripped against him from the inside. He’d never in his life felt anything like this. She was so tight, so hot, and so Glory.

  Everything from the curves of her lush ass to the shadow of her spine, the spill of red wine hair, everything screamed for him. Calling him home. She was his, she was his, she was his. He ground the words into her with every stroke. But even as he did, he knew it was wrong. Because really he was hers, he was hers, he was hers.

  His body was tightening, his strokes becoming erratic in his pleasure. But fuck that. He wasn’t ready for this to be over. No. He’d been waiting for weeks for this.

  So he pulled out, rolled them over and pressed inside her again. Her legs automatically clasped around his waist as he gripped her back, jammed their chests together. There was no limit to how close he needed them to be. He fused their mouths and plunged his tongue into her soft mouth. He was so far inside her, he was about one thrust away from being her, and that was just how he wanted it. How he needed it.

  Glory tore her mouth away from his to moan. “Oh, Emin, I can feel you everywhere. You’re everywhere. You’re-”

  She broke off and slammed her lips closed on a scream of passion that had him biting her lip and thrusting into her.

  “No, do not hide your scream from me. That scream is mine. Give it to me.”

  He swiveled his hips and brought one hand to her breast, kneading and plucking at the nipple.

  She screamed again, good and loud this time, and it ripped a grin from him as he hunched over her, dropped his forehead to her chest.

  “I - Christos - you’re so… Glory. I can’t- I can’t-” Emin broke off and stiffened as his body tensed, ripping him over the edge. Somewhere, in the dim recesses of his mind, he felt her squeeze around him again, her body tightening as her nails scratched across his back. He was coming like his life was ending. As if his spirit had just up and decided to move house. He felt as big as the entire sky, like his body could hug the whole world as he came and came and came.

  He realized, as he relaxed against her, that in a way, he was, indeed, hugging the whole world. Because that’s what she had become for him.

  The thought threatened to strangle him for a moment so he reached out and took the bud of her nipple into his mouth.

  She yelped and then giggled. “That tickles!”

  “You taste so good,” he murmured against her before he leaned up and grinned at her. “Everywhere.” He waggled his eyebrows and made her giggle again.

  “Even my girl parts?” she asked, cocking her head to one side in genuine curiosity.

  “Especially your girl parts.” He pulled out of her and tied off the condom, tossing it in the trash can by the bed.

  “Hmmm,” she said, considering. “I wouldn’t have thought someone would like that.”

  “Glory,” he said, lifting her from the nest on the floor and placing her in the bed. “I am man. I like to eat pussy. I would live in pussy if I could.”

  “Pussy?!” she yelped, utterly delighted. She put one hand over the body part in question. “Like a cat?”

  “Yes,” he replied, finally, finally, allowing himself the pleasure of slee
ping beside her in the bed. “My little tiger and her little cat.”

  He tugged her toward him, flipping aside a pillow that was separating them. He had to say it. He’d held back so much for so long with her. He couldn’t stand doing this halfway. It might kill him. He needed it all.

  “Glory,” he said and had her turning toward him, her eyes as serious as his tone. “I do not share.”

  “You mean the bed?” she asked. “You want me to sleep down there?”

  “No, kvietka,” he laughed and traced a hand over her hair. “I mean with your body. With my body, too. I do not share.”

  “Oh. You mean that only I get to do that with you?”

  “And you with me,” he nodded.

  “Of course!” Glory said. “You’re the only one I would ever in a million years do that with. You’re the only one who makes my pussy warm. And wet.”

  His eyes heated without taking them from hers. He reached into the bedside drawer, pulled out another condom. “I am going to fuck you again, because you say that and now I need it.”

  “Yes,” she said, drawing his face toward her. “Yes.”

  His hand found her, warm and wet as promised, and he opened her for him. Her hips worked against him as she made little moaning noises. Laying on their sides, he hitched her leg over his hip and pressed himself into her.

  Her mouth fell open and her eyes slammed shut. “Emin,” she whispered.

  He tangled a hand in her hair, baring her neck to him. “Say it,” he growled as he kissed along her neck and pumped into her. “Only me.”

  “Only you,” she breathed, her body already tightening for him.

  “Again.”

  “Only you, Emin.”

  He rolled them so that she straddled him. She blinked, momentarily nonplussed to be in the driver’s seat. But he lifted her hips and slammed her back down on him. She picked it up very quickly and soon she was riding him in quick little unstudied strokes that had him gritting his teeth and swearing.

  “Fuck, kvietka. Promise me,” he said as he gripped her hips and began to meet her strokes with his own.

  Glory ground her clit against him, fell forward and screamed as she came. “I promise!”