Page 16 of Emerald Waves
Emerson hooked my leg, rubbing, seeking every bit of friction he could find, until I rolled us over, wanting Emerson above me. The way my mate’s eyes had come alive, widening, before he rocked and made me throw my head back and groan, was like watching the birth of a supernova. The moment Emerson realized the power he held over me, I knew I was in for a moment that was going to rock my world.
Having all the control seemed to change something for my mate, who placed his hands on my shoulders and threw his head back as he rocked his hips, claiming my body the way I’d claimed his. As I stared up at the blissed-out look on his face, I realized that I’d never seen anything as beautiful as the way he looked in this moment. I felt my knot begin to swell as he loomed over me, a fierce snarl rumbling from his throat before he sunk his teeth into my shoulder the way I’d bitten him. Everything erupted into waves of swirling light as I came so hard it felt like my body was breaking apart and reforming, like it did when I was shifting. I heard him cry out as I gripped his thighs, fingertips digging in, even after he’d collapsed on top of me.
Time was a lost concept as I held him, dimly aware that we were drenched, like we’d just emerged from the muddy depths of the earth beneath the oceans I loved. I couldn’t even muster the energy to crack my eyes open to see if it was just sweat, or if I really had lost control of my magic the way I hadn’t done since childhood.
Did it even matter when everything felt so good.
My head lolled against the pillow, as he sighed out a little growl. In my head, our dragons were purring, loud rumbling, like thunder in a storm.
“You are so wild when you don’t hold back,” I rasped, sliding my hands up his body to hug him.
He shifted his hips, and my cock gave another throb, the knot still swollen inside of him as another spurt of cum gushed, sending pleasure slashing through me again. No wonder Ionus no longer had the energy to grind our scales into dust on the practice field. Not even with an omega had it ever felt like this.
And he was mine.
Ours!
My dragon was fierce in its claim, not that I could blame him.
Yes, dragon, ours, and we will never touch another.
That seemed to placate him, and I was glad he’d forgiven me for my blunder. We’d always done everything together, him and I. Among my brothers, I was known to have the most symbiont relationship with my dragon, as I preferred to melt into his need to dive as deep as we could into the earth’s core and as often as possible, sometimes even getting lost in it for days on end, much to Ionus’ frustration when he was unable to locate me.
“I feel like I’m drifting,” Emerson muttered.
“Me too,” I admitted as I carded my fingers through his hair. “And there is no better feeling. I never want to move.”
Had he giggled, or was that our dragons?
Possibly both.
In my mind, his had so much teal and emerald blended with shades of aqua, that I was immediately reminded of the images I’d seen in my head of the children on the mountain, first playing tag in the water, and later, on the rocks, doggedly attempting to get their kites into the air before achieving a successful flight.
My mind buzzed, echoing with the memory of the sound that had sent my whole world into turbulent chaos, and for a moment I was trapped in it again.
“W-what was that?” Emerson asked as the sound faded.
“Just a memory,” I murmured, easing my hold on him so we could roll onto our sides, my knot fully deflated and slipping free of his body.
“A loud memory,” he replied, as he snuggled close and rested his head right over my heart.
“Yeah.”
Something about it still nagged at me, but I shoved aside the momentary flash of fear and worry to focus on my mate.
“Is it recent?” he asked.
Leave it to Emerson to pursue my thoughts as doggedly as he sought out the information in the books and tombs he amassed. Which reminded me of the one thing I had successfully retrieved from the cave that day. I hadn’t even taken the time to place it in my horde for safekeeping, I’d just left the stone carving in my car in my haste to get inside the building, concern for Emerson’s safety the only thing on my mind.
“Yes,” I replied, hoping he’d leave it at that.
I should have known better.
“What happened?” He asked as he trailed his fingertips along my side.
“Something didn’t want me exploring the place I was poking around in,” I admitted. “The noise was just a distraction to disorient me while they made their escape.”
“Their?”
