Call Of The Dark

Lazarus watched Emma as he inched in. He waited for her with every muscle strained. His thighs began shaking and a shudder passed through his body. Sweat coated his chest and back and brows as he clenched his jaws.

She squirmed a little beneath him and adjusted to his size. When she nodded, with a feral growl, he slammed home. She tipped her head up again, but the pinch of her virgin layer was veiled by the feeling she had when he filled her fully. His shaft swelled inside and twitched. She cried out as her back arched.

"Look at me, Emma," he rumbled. "I need to see you when I am in you." She opened her eyes with effort, so lost in herself and their gazes locked.

"Yes," he groaned, his hips moving slowly. "I want to hear and see every pleasure that you get when your sheath flutters around my cock."

The dirty words that he spoke to her in his signature low and throaty voice sent shudders of something way too pleasurable in her body.

He began pistoning his hips in her. "Come around me, Emma. Come all over me. I want to feel your orgasm over my cock." The way his words bounced in her head, it was as if he had kissed her everywhere. And he moved his hips in the most sinful manner. He rolled them and then slammed them in her, trying to search for the spot. When he hit that spot, Emma detonated, her back lifting off the mattress as she clung to him, riding waves of ecstasy, falling from the cliff and coming back. She hadn't realized that she had dug her nails in his shoulders and drew blood.

Lazarus was doing his best to delay his release. For the first time inside his mate. It was like his dreams had come true. It was like he was made for her. It was like he didn't ever want to come out of her. When she came all around him and he felt her muscles gripping him in a vise like grip, his cock jerked and with a deep, pained groan, he held her close as he shuddered and shot his release inside her. Wave after hot wave. "Emma!" He bellowed her name to the mountains. "Mine!"

Once he was done, he slumped on her, but he continued to thrust his hips in time. However, he wasn't finished. After giving her a little bit of time, he got up and flipped her on her belly. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her up so that now she was on her fours. He spread her ass cheeks and then slammed inside her. He began to frantically pound inside her until she saw stars.

He came again, barking out "MINE!" His fangs had grown and his venom had pooled in his mouth. His eyes were dark and hungry for her. He wanted to mark her desperately, but could he? He closed his eyes to regain his control and then pulled out of her. She was feeling so ecstatic and tired at the same time that she dropped on the bed and he slumped right over her. His wet cock over her back was like a brand.

"Are you okay, Emma?" he asked. He needed to know whether she was okay or not because the night had just started. And he tasted the most addictive drug of his life.

"I am…" she muttered as her eyes closed out of pure need for sleep. She was so relaxed and she didn't know why.

Lazarus closed his eyes, mentally relaxed. She was exhausted and he let her sleep for a few minutes but he wasn't finished. Three days of staying without her messed with his mind and body. He hadn't slept nor had he eaten well. He hadn't even had blood in three days and he was starving for it. But he wanted to taste his mate's blood. Could he? That would mean that he had to pierce his fangs in her and drink it from her and that would mean marking her.

Frustration rose inside him. He pulled her to him and rolled their bodies so that she was straddled across his hips.

"Lazarus?" she frowned.

"Take it from me, Emma," he said with a gravelly voice. "I want to give it all to you!" If she stayed like this on him, he would be able to control his urge to mark her. Right?

She gasped. The way he was gazing in her eyes made her feel… wanton. Hot and slick. He caught her by her hips and slowly slid her down his length. As soon as he was inside her, stretching her fully, she rolled her hips on him.

"Yes!" he groaned, his fingers running up and down her legs and then finally resting on her clit. He started rubbing it. "Take it."

A shudder passed through her when he rubbed her over there furiously. When she rolled again, he grunted, "Fuck Emma. You fit on me like a glove. So tight and warm. I think I could live buried inside you. Maybe that's what I am going to do!"

"Till when, Lorza?" she asked as she rotated her hips.

"Till I can! Till the end of the world!"

She chuckled. "Liar. You are going to kill me soon!"

"Shut up and fuck me!"

And Emma started to ride him. She pressed her hands in his chest, her golden hair falling like a curtain around his face. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing blood.

He closed his eyes as his hips bucked inside her, trying to match her pace. With her nails inside his skin, he scoffed on the inside. 'As if I will leave you, Emma. Don't be so territorial.' But he enjoyed it immensely. He didn't last long and with a guttural roar he came again inside her. Stars dotted her vision when she too came all around him. Her breath caught in her throat as she rode him even after he had come.