When You Were My Mate (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Emris.

It started as a death mission. Now it’s pure dopamine flooding through every cell of my body.

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I watch as she takes one thin strap of her sleepwear and pulls it down her shoulder. Then the second. The fabric hesitates for just a moment before sliding down to reveal her breasts.

Her breasts. They’re pale as fresh milk yet impossibly, cruelly perky. They’re exactly as I remember from that frenzied moment in the storage room. But now there’s no rush. Now they just… stare back at me. And her nipples, the color of deep, earthy beets, are drawn tight, begging.

My lips part without my permission. My heart is a ship wreck against my ribs, trying to batter its way out just to get closer to her. Just as the last of the fabric slips away, her little innocent-looking fingers come up. They begin to run over her own skin in a slow, torturous manner She cups the weight of one full breast, then the other, a private show for an audience of one.

Something in my mind shatters.

It’s not blood lust rushing through my veins. It’s something worse. Something better. Lust so powerful it wipes out everything else…the anger, the betrayal, the mission I came here for. All of it, gone. I lay flat when she starts crawling toward me on the bed. I am truly, utterly and completely surrendered. My muscles combust.

I can’t breathe and I don’t want to.

Demetra comes above me and her breasts brush against my face

I capture her nipple with my mouth and suck like I’m starving! Like I’ve been wandering a desert for four years and she’s the first water I’ve found. My mouth fills with her and I suck harder, drawing a loud gasp from her throat.

My hands grab her small waist, and by my Alpha nature, the one I can never quite shake, takes over. It’s aggressive, this need. It’s in my blood. I grab her and make her sit on my stomach. My teeth graze, then mark the soft of her other breast. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough she’ll feel the claim tomorrow.

“Emris…” she moans. “Emris… Emris…”

I suck until it’s swollen, squeeze the other, then switch. Then I can’t wait anymore. I need her mouth. I surge up hers in a kiss that’s anything but gentle.

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Filthy doesn’t cover it. I’m an adamant kisser. I always have been I pour every ounce of pent-up, desperate lust into that kiss until her body goes limp, until she can’t breathe and she pushes me back against the bed, breaking the seal.

Demetra’s eyes are wild.

“No touching,” she breathes a shaky command.

I can’t control myself but I have to obey. I lay back with my breath sawing in and out, my chest heaving so high it’s almost painful. My hands are fisting the sheets, and they’re shaking. They’re actually shaking. I am the Alpha of this broken world, and my hands are trembling because I can’t touch her breasts.

She’s seated on me now and I force myself to watch.

As she settles herself, I can feel the heat of her through my pants Her hand drifts down and finds the aching length of me. So very hard. Her small palm traces the long line of my stoked girth and a shaky surprise flash in her eyes as she truly feels what I’m packing. She gets the zipper down, and I impatiently shove my pants past my hips, freeing myself from my underwear.

My jewel springs up as a monument to my need.

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The first thing I feel is her sinking down around me. My eyes are already screwed shut, jaw locked because if I look at her now, I’ll lose it. I feel her hands fumbling against my chest to steady herself and pressing into my skin then she starts to

move.

Demetra is so goddamn slow about it! Her thighs are shaking against my hips, and I can feel every nerving lust. She’s so warm. So tight for me. She starts to roll her waist, this shy, circular grind that has my head pressing back into the pillow and a growling sound out of my throat that I don’t recognize.

My instinct is to take over, to show her how it’s really done and dictate the pace, to pump up into her and remind her who’s in charge. But the second I try, my head sinks back into the pillow with a broken sound I’ve never heard myself make. I can’t. I can’t move.

She throws her head back with a cry, “Ahhh!,” and moons, her tit are bouncing the air in a glorious sight! I can only lie there, a so-called Alpha, reduced to a shaking mess under her. My hips surge up to that juicy house that’s taking my person and instantly, I’m seeing stars.

I can’t even form words, just animalistic pleasure as she takes me takes me, takes me over and over again. I’m shaking. Tears are coming out of both my eyes…what is this!? No…can she see the tears forming in my eyes? That’s not me. I’m the beast in bed, the one who growls while she cries!

“AH.” I moan.

My whole body is trembling like I’m a green boy and not a fucking Alpha who’s had omegas dripping from his knot for years. None of them ever felt like this. None of them ever made me shake.

Demetra rocks me filthily till my calves are on fire. She’s riding me like she’s trying to pull my soul out through my person, grinding down, taking me deeper, faster—

And I’m shaking.

I’m actually shaking. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but moan her name. My mouth is hanging open, gasping, as she takes me over and over until I feel that white-hot pressure in my spine-

I explode inside her. Groaning, shuddering, spilling everything have into her warmth!

And then she shatters too, right on top of me, crying out as she falls forward onto my chest. My arms are around her before I even decide to move. My mouth finds her jaw, her neck, breathing her in as we both fight to remember how lungs work.

I look at her face in the silence.

The dim light from her window catches the curve of her cheek. My eyes capture the parting of her lips, the way her eyes search mine like she’s waiting for something. And it hits me. I used to have this. I used to have her. Every night. Every morning. And I let it slip through my fingers like it meant nothing.

I remember how she would stay until morning, curled against each other with her breath soft against my chest. If I knew then how important those moments were, I would have held her tighter and would have never let her go.

But I didn’t care enough. Because in my mind, she would always come back to me. She had nowhere else to go. No one else to turn to. So I took her for granted.

Most of the time, I was rude to her. I’d fuck her…give her intimacy…sure, I’d give her that but never the safety she actually needed. I threw money at her like it solved everything: I’ll pay for your high school, college applications, here, take the car, buy whatever the fuck you want and she never accepted.

And yet, I called her a whore.

I called her that, when she was the only woman who ever looked at me and saw something other than power. When she never wanted my currency. When what we had was never an exchange. I was so fucking arrogant. So convinced that my possession of her was enough, that my claiming meant love, that my money could fill the gaps where my care should have been.

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Chapter 35

I was wrong. I was so wrong.

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And now, looking at her, I realize I’d burn the entire world down just to have one more morning with her in my arms.

I had all of her. But I never gave her a bit of myself.

Demetra opens her eyes and I see they’re teary. I reach out to catch that tear, to finally talk to her the way I should have years ago but she grabs my wrist.

“It’s just sex!” She throws my hand back in my face. “And it shouldn’t happen again. Well, it won’t. Once we get rejected. I’m not sure why you haven’t rejected me yet, but I need you to do it quickly. Even now is fine.”

The way she says it, you’d never know we just fucked the dayligh out of each other. I can still see her nipples, still feel the sore in my length from the way she rode me. How can she be saying this?

Is this how she felt? All those mornings after we were intimate, when I kept her secret, when she’d tell me she was jealous of Elena and I’d tell her to suck it up?

“It’s just sex?” I repeat the words like glass.

“Looks like you’ve not been having it regularly.” She lifts herself from the pillow and quickly uses the sheet to cover her tits from my hungry eyes.

“I have.” I lie.

“Then looks like you’ve not been enjoying it,

e not back were

Her white hair spills over her back, so long that it pools on the bed. I remember running my hands through it as she slept years ago. Washing it in the shower even one time when she had a cold and it was all she was asking.

In the present, Demetra throws a cover over my length, like seeing it might make her wan

want another round. I’m still lying on her bed like some love-sick idiot. It’s so comfortable I don’t want to get up.

“You said it was an abomination and yet you rode me like your lover hasn’t been giving it to you. Have you not been enjoying his game? You seemed really… shaky.”

“You were crying-”

“I wasn’t crying!” I defend fast.

“Leave. I don’t want your

self immediately. Her face softens ke she’s about to laugh at me, but she stops herself just as

bed. Plus, the party will end soon.”

“Let me meet him.” I say

it before I can

Her eyes narrow. “What?”

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