Claiming Emma [Novikov Clan 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“Dinner smells fantastic. Thank you.” Pulling the chair out, he sat down and waited to be acknowledged.

It took her a minute to build up enough confidence to look at him. Her eyes met his, and she gifted him with a shy smile. It looked as though she wanted to say something, so Chayton waited patiently.

“Um…about the shower.” She bit her lip, and Chayton leaned back in her chair, his bowl of beef stew forgotten for the moment. “I’m not sorry.” The words rushed out of her mouth, and again Chayton started laughing.

“Why aren’t you sorry?” he questioned, leaning forward, not wanting to miss a single word that she said.

“Why haven’t you made a move on me?” Raising his eyebrow, he studied her. “I know it hasn’t been that long, but we spend every day together, and then at night you kiss me and hold me. Are you attracted to me? I–I mean…uh…sexually? That’s a stupid question.” She whispered the last part to herself before continuing, babbling on, trying to fill the silence. “I feel…I mean I know that you get an uh…erection. Wow, I mean…I really care about you, and I want to know how you feel...about me.” Clearing her throat, she looked around the apartment but never once made eye contact. It seemed as if she expected him to reject her.
Silly woman, you’re my mate.

Chayton reached across the table and grabbed her hand. Surprised, she looked at him. “I am attracted to you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked into the bar. I haven’t made a move on you because I’ve been waiting, wanting you to be comfortable with me. It’s important to me that I earn your trust. I care about you too much to ruin what we’ve started. I’m not looking for casual sex, and I know that’s not what you want either.”

“It’s only been two weeks. I feel so dumb for even saying anything. You’re right, taking things slow is important. I guess with all the time we’ve been spending together, it just feels longer. Let’s eat dinner before it gets cold.” She easily changed the subject, and Chayton let it go. He had been moving at a snail’s pace, but he’d been learning more about Emma daily, and that’s all that mattered to him.

Picking up his spoon, he ate the beef stew she made. It tasted delicious, but he couldn’t seem to focus. He looked across the table at Emma, and she stared at her bowl, eating in silence. Had he hurt her feelings? He did want her, more than anything, and he hoped that she wasn’t feeling rejected. Maybe she was just embarrassed about him catching her in the bathroom.

He’d known the moment she walked in. He knew everything about her and smelled her fragrance waft into the room while he was showering. With his sensitive hearing, perfect eyesight, and keen sense of smell, it was easy for him to pick up Emma wherever she was. Inhaling deeply, he focused on her, wanting to know what she was feeling, so that he could do something. When the subtle scent of sadness touched his nose, Chayton dropped his spoon, shoved his chair back, and grabbed Emma, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms.

* * * *

Emma shrieked when Chayton grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He marched into the bedroom, and she swallowed hard, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. She felt like some silly teenager when she asked if he was attracted to her, but she’d wanted to push their relationship forward or to at least know if he just wanted to be platonic. Either way would be fine, she lied to herself.

Chayton laid her down on the bed, gently covering her with his body, resting most of his weight on his arms. “I want you. You’re my mate,
ciqala
.” He nuzzled her neck, and Emma smiled. She loved when he said that. Ever since watching
Underworld,
he referred to her as his mate. It made her feel special in a way she never had before with a man. It made her feel owned, as if he was claiming her. Shivering, Emma groaned.

“You have no need to feel sad.” He kissed her neck, moving his soft lips up her jaw and finally touching their lips together. He always seemed so in tuned with her, knowing exactly how she was feeling.

Moaning loudly, Emma shifted, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down so that she could feel his weight on top of her. Their tongues danced together, moving, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, forcing him to stay where he was. Normally, at this point, he would roll away and just hold her. She wouldn’t let him stop, no way. She needed him more than she needed to breathe.

Chayton pulled back from the kiss and sat up. Panting, she watched as he quickly started unbuttoning her blouse, stripping her clothes off before taking his own off. Momentarily shocked, she stared at his hard cock. She had never seen a man that large and wished for a ruler to measure him.
Damn, he is sexier than I thought he would be.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He was so sincere that Emma giggled. She wasn’t scared. She was excited.

“I want you,” she breathed out, opening her legs.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful,
ciqala
.” Taking his time, Chayton placed openmouthed kisses on her neck, and Emma turned her head, giving him better access. “My mate.” His voice was pure dominance.

“Yes,” she confirmed. She loved that he claimed her so thoroughly.

He worked his way down her body, stopping at her nipples. Using his big hands, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently before sucking one nipple into his mouth. He circled his tongue around the hard peak before biting down, making her jerk. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent her excitement higher. He switched his attention to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth hard.

Shifting her hips, she rubbed her swelling clit against his chest, hoping to convince him to move faster. She didn’t want to be teased, tortured, or played with. She wanted him inside her, fucking her, making her his. Finally, he stopped tormenting her nipples and moved further down her body. He licked, sucked, and kissed every square inch of her chest and stomach, stopping when his face was directly above her pussy.

“Oh, please.” She begged, grabbing his head and pushing him down. She could hear him chuckle as he leaned forward and kissed her.

Using his thumbs, Chayton spread her pussy open before once again lowering his head and devouring her. He had no mercy while he flicked his tongue against her clit quickly, causing raw, painful pleasure to spread through her entire body. She closed her eyes, and her hips arched closer to his talented mouth. Moans tore from her throat, and the climax slammed into her hard and fast, taking her breath away. He didn’t stop, and Emma started panting, unsure if she could take more.

The first orgasm hit her hard and fast. He wanted her to come in his mouth once more, before he fully claimed her. With deft fingers, he slid between her thighs, pushing them apart roughly, which seemed to excite her further, and the scent of her desire filled the room. He breathed in deeply, smiling, before caressing her inner thighs, teasing her, wanting to increase her yearning to a fever pitch. Pushing back, he stared down at her pretty little pussy. He was fully enjoying his power over her and loved that when he said
mine
, she said
yes
. She let out a soft whine and pleaded with him to continue.

His mouth obliged her. Diving down once more, he nuzzled her pussy, feeling her juices. He worked his tongue up and down in circular motions as she gasped. Her hands dug into the sheets, and he felt encouraged to do more. He pressed his tongue into her hot, aching space, testing her response again, sending a quiver through her, which emboldened him further still. Gently, he moved upwards, taking her pulsing pearl into his mouth, hoping to increase her desire to the point of reckless abandon.

She started moaning louder, arched her back, and shifted her hips, riding his mouth. Chayton tightened his grip on her thighs pinning her down so he could push her closer to the edge. His cock was hard and aching. Chayton could barely think straight, his beast so close to the surface. He needed to please his mate, but he also needed some relief. Pulling one hand free, he rubbed his prick, hoping to calm his need long enough to ensure that Emma was really ready, so he might not hurt her, when he was finally buried deep inside her.

Emma gasped for breath, her own desires rocketing. Her pussy was ready for him, and he looked up. Her nipples were hard, poking straight up. Releasing his cock, Chayton pushed his fingers inside her, feeling her juicy depths. His tongue continued its onslaught, tantalizing her with his skills. She was unbelievably wet, assuring him that she was prepared and ready for him. Crawling up her body, he moved into position, pressing the tip of his cock against her pussy and pushing in.

They both moaned in unison while he drove himself deep inside of her, her nails raking his back. Chayton tried to hold the beast back. He was claiming his mate. He became light-headed, realizing he had been waiting for this moment almost his entire life. His claws sank into the mattress to provide the leverage he needed, while he tried desperately to stay in complete control. Emma threw her head back, spreading her legs further, and Chayton pounded his cock into her.

He wanted to be gentle, and he held himself back a bit, but she squirmed around, urging him to move harder and faster. She was wild, begging, thrashing around underneath him, and Chayton knew immediately that she needed more. Pulling out of her, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, grabbed her hips, and shoved his cock back into her juicy pussy. He felt wild and out of control. All the sounds of pleasure coming from Emma were pushing him closer to the edge.

Grabbing her hips, he held her tight as he pounded into her over and over. The climax he had been holding off was building higher inside of him, and he wasn’t going to last much longer. Leaning his chest along her back, Chayton reached around and played with her clit, rubbing it.

“Oh, God, Chayton, keep going!” she demanded, and he felt his teeth grow larger, ready to mark her. He tried to control himself, but his willpower collapsed when he felt her pussy milk his cock. Shoving into her, he roared out, his spunk shooting out of his cock. Chayton shuddered, trying to get his breathing under control. He could feel himself coming still.

After several long minutes he pulled away and fell onto his side. He pulled Emma close, loving how she cuddled against him. He had never before felt anything so powerful, and for the first time he understood what it meant to have a mate. He now knew why all the men in his clan were so happy with their women. It was so powerful, an out-of-body experience. He felt his heart swell and knew that he would never be able to let her go.

With his need spent, Chayton returned to his senses slowly as the distinct smells of sex, lust, and even blood lingered in the air, her blood. Jerking up, Chayton looked around, trying really hard not to panic.
Oh, God, was I too rough?
His heart hammered loudly in his ears, and as gently as he could, Chayton started to inspect her body.

“What’s wrong?” she asked drowsily, a huge smile plastered across her face.

“I think you might be bleeding. Are you in any pain?” He was truly concerned. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his mate.

“I don’t think so. After all those orgasms, I feel like mush.” She shifted on the bed, stretching, and that’s when he spotted his bite marks on her neck.

Chayton got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Starting the water for the bath, he looked under the sink for some bath salts and was relieved when he found some. After pouring a few handfuls in the tub, he went back into the bedroom and gently picked Emma up.

“What are you doing? I’m tired,” she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out, and Chayton leaned down sucking it into his mouth.

“I want you to take a bath and relax.” He told her, sitting her down in the warm water. She moaned deep as soon as she was submerged.

Chayton went to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of sweat pants before returning to sit next to the bathtub. Picking up a wash cloth, he soaped it up and then reached toward her and washed her body.

“You’re such a wonderful man, Chayton.” He stared into her beautiful brown eyes. Never before had the color been so beautiful, but to him it was.

“I bit you.” She made a face, and he explained. “On your neck. I made you bleed.”

“Did you? I didn’t even notice.” She shrugged as if what he just told her meant nothing, when really it meant everything.

He wiped the washcloth over her neck and could see his teeth marks there. It would scar, marking her as mate forever. Not only would it warn single men of their clan off, it would show everyone who she belonged to.

“I’m sorry.” He paused. He wasn’t sure what to tell her. He had told her about his family and the clan without being too specific. She didn’t know the details yet, or why he referred to her as
his mate
. She liked it, but she didn’t know all the reasons. “I’m not sorry I bit you, but I should’ve waited.”

“Waited?”

“It’s a story better left for another time. Let me wash you and put you in bed.” She didn’t push him or ask any questions. She only closed her eyes and looked like she was falling asleep.

With her eyes closed, Chayton inspected her body, slowly rubbing the washcloth over every curve and swell. She had the softest skin he had ever felt, and he was fascinated watching the little bubbles pop against her, leaving behind a shiny residue. Her breathing changed, becoming deeper, and he knew that she had fallen asleep.