When You Were My Mate (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Demetra.

“Stupid, stupid zip.”

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I twist my arms behind my back, but my fingers won’t even reach. Why didn’t he kiss me? What is wrong with him, didn’t he see that I wanted it? So much for flirting with me…

So much for all that teasing…

Is the full moon close or something? Why do I feel so animalistic right now? That’s not usually me. Usually, I’m the chill one, staying still while Emris goes full beast mode while he…well…leads. But staring at him now, all that gorgeous wilderness…the slash across his eyebrow, his skin bronzed like some unearthly wolf god walked straight dropped onto earth…ugh, why does

he have to be so tan?

I’ve only ever seen angry Emris, drunk Emris, the pack’s golden boy tearing around in fancy cars, buying up half the damn city. But the more he talks, the more I get it…he’s funny. Vague as hell, sure, but he makes me laugh way more than I want to

admit.

Moons, is this how frustrated he felt that time I made him pull out before he could finish on Black Salt Beach? Just because he didn’t kiss me, I’m already pissed. How come the animalistic mris hasn’t ripped my clothes off to finish what I started

then?

My phone buzzes with a notification from the weather app as I wrestle this yellow dress. It’s a full moon alert, glowing with that bright moon icon. Oh. That explains it.

“Come here.”

I whip around at Emris’s voice! Chills explode across my skin. It the realization of the fact that it’s a full moon and we’re both in this empty dressing room because Emris rented out the whole store. No staff to shoo us.

Is he gonna do what Thorne did to Alina in that soap opera? It’s not even a series I watch, it’s Aunt Scotty who’s invested. I see it every time I’m trying to get coffee and pasings the sitting area… so that’s how I know. One night, Aunt Scotty had fallen asleep on the couch and I just happened to walk into that wild scene…

“I said come here.” Emris repeats it, like I’m some brat who won listen. Has he forgotten he’s the stubborn one? I drag my feet toward those needy eyes of his, then spin around. His massive arm brushes me-moons, I feel every freaking vein and he sweeps my hair aside. The zipper slides down smooth as sin.

I whirl away and he’s still standing there so I clear my throat…twice.

“You can leave now,”

“I picked out more clothes to try out, so…” He folds his arms and leans against the dressing room entrance. “I don’t think you should leave wearing any clothes at all. It’s a lot of clothes to tryn.”

I scoff at him. “I think you’ve seen enough of my body.”

“No, I haven’t. The theatre was too dark. Your bedroom was dim This lighting? I think it’s perfect.”

“You may be my mate, but my body’s not yours.”

“Mine is.” He answers so fast my heart skips. He stops leaning ag inst the dressing room and starts walking closer to me.

“W-what?” I stutter, like I didn’t hear him.

“My body is yours. My eyes are yours. My hands are yours. My gowl is yours.” He’s right in front of me now, close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off him. “My mouth is also… I’ve never used it to please you before, have I?”

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Chapter 73

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL!!!

It’s going exactly like it happens in Passion Doctor. These are the same words Thorne said to Alina before he-

Emris begins to go down on his knees before me and my breath gets stuck somewhere between m goes down on his freaking knees.

It’s going exactly like in Passion Doctor. These are the same words Thorne said to Alina before he-

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ribs and my lungs. He

Emris drops to his knees in front of me, and my breath snags somewhere between my ribs and lungs. Emris…kneeling? Like

kitten heels one by one. I’m frozen…

a fallen Alpha, all power bent low. His huge hand lands on my foot, slipping off m?

what…even is this happening to right now?

“Emris…” I breathe, voice barely a whisper.

With the zipper undone, he tugs the yellow dress down. It pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace underwear. He starts kissing my legs, inhaling my scent like a wolf zeroing in on his mate in deep, hungry drags that send fire racing up my skin. Then he burns a trail of kisses higher.

“We can’t do this here,” I gasp, breath so shallow it hurts.

“Demi, part your legs for me.”

“You… you’re gonna put your mouth the… there… there?” I gasp as he kisses my thigh, but they shut more because I’m already feeling damn goosebumps.

“Arghhh…” Emris groans in frustration, rising up on his knees. His eyes lock on mine in a starving way before he crashes into my lips.

The kiss is delicious…tasty like forbidden honey, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch. He tastes like wild mint and moonlight, salty-sweet, making my head spin. His powerful hands tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back, deepening it until I’m drowning. My own hands go feral on his rock-hard Greek god body…pure sculpted muscle under my fingers. I rake his shirt up and roam over his warm scars, so fever-hot it brands me.

Emris cradles my waist carefully, then tips me back gently onto the dressing room couch. I think we’re just gonna keep kissing but nope. He slides down again, kneeling between my legs, hooking them over both broad shoulders. I don’t even know how he does it, but in one smooth move, my panties slip off my foot and vanish.

I open my mouth to say something, to tell him this is crazy, that anyone could walk in, that—

His mouth finds me and my brain stops working.

His wicked wolfish mouth descends on me and my brain stops working. Hot tongue. Emris growls low and the vibrations hums against me as he sucks my swollen clit, fangs grazing teasingly so I scream.

“Ah! Em…”

Is he…is he marking me there!?

My body is on fire. Emris laps and nips, eating me up in rumbles while her thighs quake around his muzzle. His claws dig into my hips and pins me to devours every drop!

Tears gathers in my eyes when his tongue begin to thrust like a least into me.

My hand slaps against my own mouth to stifle the sound that tears out of me. My thighs tighten around his head but he just holds them open like it’s all you can eat buffet. I’m gripping his hair because I need something to hold onto, something to keep me from flying apart entirely.

Knock knock.

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