Nine days. That was how long it took for her to break. Nine long, tormenting days. Anala was weak. Weak and lustful and she didn't care. Since the day Emmett had very nearly sent her into a lust-induced coma in the hallway, a slow burn had been building in her. And it had turned into a consuming frenzy. She wanted him. Her mind had been sidetracked by flashbacks to the unwavering way Emmett watched her, to the feel of his tongue sliding along her oversensitive flesh. Her body had vibrated with desire as he pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth to keep her quiet as he teased her tortuously. Emmett had looked dangerous, possessive, and irresistibly sexy. Even now, as she stood in the bed chamber, heat coiled in her belly and her womb clenched merely at the thoughts that whispered naughty things to her. Anala told Celeste, Iris, and Kaessra she would return later, the three of them on the bed.
"Leaving us for your vampire?" Kaessra was smiling, unfocused eyes gleaming.
"Yes, yes I am," Anala told her with a grin. Having her sisters was one thing, but Emmett, he was another altogether. "I just have to find him first." he always seemed to disappear at night.
Iris rolled onto her belly. "I saw him leaving the baths on my way up here. I was talking with Zaphel when I saw him." Anala pushed her hair out of her face. Maybe she could catch up to him. She headed for the open doors, sending a quick 'see you later' over her shoulder. Laughter followed her out.
It took less time than she thought it would to find the vampire. He stood in the main hall with Rir. They were talking quietly, his deep husky voice was low and she couldn't hear what he was saying but the sound still sent a shiver through her. Emmett looked over at her, amber eyes meeting her own steadily. Lately it seemed to be a lot of heated stares and lingering glances. Other than numerous steamy kisses and suggestive touches, Anala had been able to keep her hands to herself during their stay in the temple. She appraised him and entertained the involuntary thoughts and kept herself occupied, then nine days ago a month of pent up desire toward the man was unleashed in a tidal wave. And it all began with a single touch from large pale hands that clapped Rir on the back as he said something to the blonde man. Rir nodded and began walking away, sending her a charming smile and a wave. Anala returned it, only barely taking her eyes off Emmett long enough. He walked towards her. For a man his size he moved like a smooth, graceful jungle cat. Emmett smiled lazily at Anala as he stopped in front of her and she swallowed as his musky, wild scent filled her nose.
"Hey Angel."
Why did he always call her that? Angel. Anala had heard it be used as term of endearment before; men leaning in to whisper it in their lover's ear or to pacify an angry spouse, as an adjective to explain a person's beauty. There was something about the way Emmett said it though, something about how the word slipped off his tongue that always made her tummy flip. She looked him over. He was beautiful, and tall, and built like an Adonis. She took his hand and began to lead him away. They reached the entrance and cool night air blew against her face as she reached the wide temple steps and Anala was grateful for the thick red cloak she wore to keep her warm.
"Are we going somewhere?" heat flared inside of her. Emmett had picked up Elrar amazingly quickly. Being a vampire really had its advantages. It was a simple question but the sound of his voice speaking her native tongue did delicious things to her.
She nodded, inexplicably nervous and shy but unwaveringly determined. "Yes," she murmured breathlessly. "Yes, I want you to help me with something."
Anala tore herself away and stepped back. She began to run across the expanse of grass, heading towards the forest. She didn't hear him, but Anala could feel his eyes on her back. She breached the tree line and ran through the forest, weaving around the trees. The crimson leaves above and the forest floor was illuminated by the light of the pale moon. It hung full up above and gave the area a surreal look. Anala slowed into a walk and stopped at the edge of a small, grassy clearing amongst the trees. Emmett walked past her and into the space. His broad back was to her, the muscles shifting under the white shirt he wore. Her eyes trailed lower to his unfairly attractive ass and long muscular legs hidden away in the loose tan pants. She approached him and he turned.
"I don't get it, what do you need?"
Her hands reached out and rested on his shoulders, pulling his taller frame down. The wide sleeves of her cloak fell down around her elbows as her hands slipped into his dark curls and she kissed his perfect mouth. It was warm and smooth and the sexy groan vibrated through to her lips and into her core. She deepened the kiss, pressing her body against his. Anala pulled back and scanned her eyes over his face, the ache between her thighs growing. She moved to kiss him again but Emmett grasped her hips and stepped back, holding her in place. Anala grasped his shirt, unwilling to break contact with him.
"Love, I'm trying to be good here."
She bit her lip as he released her. She didn't want him to be good. She wanted him to touch her. Anala moved towards him as she reached for the tie of the cloak before slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall onto the grass. Her nipples hardened almost immediately as they met cold air. She reached for Emmett again, who had gone stock-still. Anala ran her hands up his abdomen and chest. She stared into his burning yellow eyes.
"I miss you," she told him softly. Anala molded against his body. Emmett towered over her, a wall of pure sculpted muscle. He was warm and solid and perfect.
"I thought I could . . ." she slid her hands under his shirt. Her fingertips tingled at the feel of the hard lines and ridges she encountered. "I can't stop thinking about it. I miss touching you, the feel of you moving inside me."
Emmett's jaw was clenching. His voice was rough, tense. "I'm not allowed."
Anala pushed up on her toes, cupping his face in her hands. "I don't see any walls or ceilings."
He growled, chest vibrating as he swooped down to kiss her passionately. Her toes curled in the grass. Hot hands seemed to be everywhere, pulling her in, running down her back, gripping her ass, taking a hold of her hair. Anala gasped as his teeth bit her throat and his tongue ran over the sore spot. She wrapped shadows around his body and climbed onto him as he reappeared, lying back on the grass. She pushed his shirt upwards as she straddled his hips and the surprised look on his face melted away. The hard length of his cock pressed against her. Emmett tossed his shirt to the side and Anala met his rising upper body for a hungry kiss. He tasted like he smelled: hot and sweet and spicy. Anala trailed her lips over his neck, his thick shoulder, his broad chest. She slipped her fingers into his waistband and pulled off his pants. Her mouth watered at the sight of his hips arching and the ridged muscles in his sides and stomach stretching, once meant to protect his ribs and organs but now serving only to enhance his magnificence. His frame flexed as his cock jerked, pearly drops of precome glazing the swollen head and running slowly down the wide shaft.
Anala wanted to run her tongue over the length of it, to feel him react under her actions and taste his very essence but she couldn't ignore the demanding ache inside her. The pale moonlight made his alabaster skin radiate. His soft curly hair gleamed a lustrous chestnut and his inhuman eyes glowed from his flawless face. Emmett held the back of her head and pulled her down to reconnect their lips. Their hips rocked together slowly. Emmett's hard cock slid between her folds, creating an amazing friction as he became coated in her fluids. Anala sat up, unable to take it anymore. She lifted and took hold of his erection before easing onto him in one smooth motion.
Her loud moan was drowned out by Emmett's thunderous growl. "Fuck, holy hell, Angel!"
Anala's body moved of its own accord, riding the vampire insatiably. He filled her completely, the size of him making her body soar at the combination of tender soreness and hot desire. Hands clutched her hips tightly and Anala's eyes hungrily took in the sight of Emmett's bulging arms, his flexing chest and abdomen, the consuming way his stare burned into her like wildfire. Confident hands fondled her breasts before Emmett pulled her down on top of him, making her gasp as the angle changed. Anala held the back of his neck and touched her other hand to his cheek. Emmett held her closely and began to thrust into her deeply as he controlled the rhythm, making her lips fall open and release a long, low moan. Anala touched his hard, chiseled jaw and traced his delectable mouth, all the while their eyes never strayed from each other's.
"I miss you so much. I couldn't stop myself." Emmett's hand ran up her back, making her shiver. "I needed to feel you like this, to feel you moving inside of me again." she bit his impenetrable lip. Even as he lay compliant beneath her, Emmett radiated power and utter dominance. She could feel the raw power, the unmatched strength in his great body drawing her in instinctually. He was dangerous. He was hers.
"Mine," she whispered unthinkingly.
Emmett froze, staring up at her. Her body screamed for the source of its pleasure. His expression shifted and in a flash he was sitting up, holding her close and he grabbed her cloak and threw it on the ground next to them, and spreading it out in the process. Anala was suddenly on her back, the red material soft against her heated body and Emmett plunged deep within her. He propped himself on an elbow and slid his hand into her hair. The other roamed freely, making her shift and writhe as her legs drew up against his sides. Emmett began to thrust into her unresisting body. His hips rolled powerfully into her own. His eyes were soft however, warm and honey-toned. Anala stared up at him.
"Yours," he told her.
Emmett kissed her slowly, lips dancing along her own. His lips coaxed hers open and Anala took his face in her hands, whining at the effect his hard thrusts and gentle kiss was creating inside of her. The hand not in her hair pushed beneath her, bracing against her lower back and raising her hips. Anala cried out and the smooth lips traveled along her tingling skin. "Yours," he whispered.
Anala wrapped her arms around him, holding his head against her as the other pressed to his massive back. His pelvis knocked against her clit and her breasts rubbed against his hard chest. She clung to him, feeling her body arch from the tension building forcefully. Anala's head fell back, heart pounding as that inexplicable tug on it strengthened. She felt like Emmett was going to destroy her completely. Her body would crumple and her soul wouldn't be able to hold on to anything. She was overwhelmed, but she could not possibly stop it.
"Emmett!" she gasped.
His arm tightened around her shaking body. "Its okay angel." the whisper made her heart skip. Lips touched her pulse gently. "Let go."
The simple command was all she needed. Anala's vision went white and her body exploded. She didn't realize the faraway scream her mind dismissed was her own. She didn't realize Emmett was still holding her, being her anchor. Anala didn't realize she was crying. She returned to herself slowly, seeing the pale moon still up above them, seeing the red trees that surrounded them. Emmett's cock was throbbing within her heavily with the remnants of his release. He shifted but didn't release her. His lips touched her chest, trailing lower to touch the mark between her heaving breasts. His eyes raised to hers.
"Yours," he rumbled against her skin.
"Mine."
He raised up and pressed her hand to his chest, against his own mark. He brushed stray tears from her cheeks. "Mine."
Anala smiled. "Yours."
Emmett drew up, holding their still-connected hips as he slid his legs beneath her, sitting back on his heels and spreading his strong thighs. He raised her hips before bringing her back down slowly onto the bulbous head of his quickly-rising member and down the thick shaft. The sensation was heightened, her body still sensitive from the earth-shattering orgasm. He hooked an arm beneath her knee and curled his hand around her hip, holding her against him. He thrust shallowly a few times, making her breath catch.
"Why the hell haven't we been doing this?" he asked.
Anala gripped the cloak, hand next to her head. She stared at his upright form. "We'd get caught."
His eyes traveled over her as his other hand slid up her belly and around her ribcage. "Worth it."
Emmett was stroking the embers deep within her, making Anala crave. She reached down to lightly caress her clit, sighing at the feel. "You'd leave me here to miss you for the next five months?"
His eyes raised from her hand to her eyes. His hand cupped her breast, fingers teasing her nipple, causing her to lean up into the touch. "Well when you say it like that while looking like this . . . never baby." his thrusts became deeper, less teasing. Anala's body swayed into the smooth strokes from the momentum. "You lured me out to the middle of the woods and seduced me with no effort. Clearly, I'm your love slave. Whatever you want Anala."
Anala laughed, then moaned as he hit a sensitive spot deep within her, sending heat up her spine. Her eyes closed. A big hand cupped her cheek and she felt a thumb rub her bottom lip. She puckered her lips against it, kissing it lightly. Anala's eyes opened to meet Emmett's intense stare. She could feel the changes within herself, in him. after arriving here, they'd taken it one day at a time, unable to do much of anything in the strange in-between place they had found themselves in. they still had their darker days where the edges of old wounds became raw and split but she could now feel the good that was coming of it. They were healing and the doubts that hovered in the back of her head were becoming quieter and farther away. Emmett leaned down and their lips meet in a soft kiss. Anala was hit with the full force of his gaze as he lifted to look her in the eyes. Words didn't pass between them. They weren't needed. She knew, as did he.
I love you.