Page 19 of A Holiday Arrangement

“You’re going to be the death of me, minx.” Emerson’s mouth drifted from my lips down my chin and to my neck, lightly nipping as he went. He paused when he got to my nape, my mating spot, and breathed in deeply.

I froze, not daring to move a muscle. His nose nuzzled the spot, and I felt just the prick of a tooth. His canines were extended. Gods.

I tilted my neck, giving him access. Was it wrong to tempt him to give into his instincts that were in the forefront and just bite me? Probably. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Ending the torment that was bound to follow would be worth any repercussions for my immoral actions.

At the last second, Emerson hissed and backed off. His expression was dangerous, almost feral when he stared at me, and I couldn’t stop the shudder. Gods, this man was something else. I forced myself to keep eye contact despite the power he was giving off. He needed to know I could not only handle him but enjoy it. If he thought I was afraid, he’d walk away before the night was over, and I couldn’t bear that thought.

Canines extended, eyes glazed over, Emerson dipped his hands inside the collar of my shirt. There was no chance to process before he ripped it in half and tossed it to the side. I pushed my pants and underwear down at record speed, kicking them off. I couldn’t risk him tearing those as well and having nothing to walk back to the room in. Idid notwant to think about that phone call to Orion requesting clothes.

The thought just crossed my mind when I felt a sharp pain in my collarbone. I blinked, trying to figure out what it was. Emerson was nearly bent in half, his teeth, canines extended, buried deeply into my flesh. My eyes rolled back as he sucked, both my hard cock and my hole leaking freely.

I wrapped my arms around Emerson’s shoulders, trying to keep my balance. He was still wearing his suit jacket, yet I was completely naked. My fingers dug into the fabric as he finally withdrew his canines.

If I thought my mate looked feral before, it was nothing to what he looked like now. Gods, I could understand why he was afraid I’d break. I met his eyes as I touched my shoulder where he bit. Tiny streams of blood flowed from the small spots. Without breaking eye contact, I scooped some on my finger and very slowly brought it to my lips.

Emerson’s growl came from deep within his core, and then I was lifted into his arms and his big hand came down firmly on my ass.

I stifled my cry as I bit into his shoulder, or at least the fabric protecting it. His clothes really needed to go. It earned me a couple more firm smacks.

“Did you get what you wanted, omega? You wanted my bite, didn’t you?”

I shook my head as my mate took two purposeful steps toward the massive desk in the center of the room.

“Not there,” I managed to cry out. Emerson pushed everything out of the way, seemingly not caring about the paperwork or even the computer on the desk. I was then unceremoniously dumped on the surface face down, with my feet and legs dangling off the end.

I scrambled for purchase and just wrapped my hands around the edges of the desk when Emerson’s canines were buried in my back, just below my shoulder. His lower body was pressed against mine, and I could feel his clothed cock against my ass. I still hadn’t seen it, but I was dying to. I knew he had to have an amazing dick.

My own was trapped painfully in between the wooden desk and my stomach. I tried to wriggle to make myself more comfortable, but I was stopped by a massive hand squeezing the back of my neck and holding me firmly against the unforgiving desk below me.

“Stop moving, minx.” He licked my back right over the bite marks. “I’m giving you what you want.”

I shook my head rapidly, not caring that it was rubbing against the wood. It wasn’t what I wanted and he knew it. I understood what he was doing though. He was trying to prove he was too much for me. This was not a game he was going to win.

My mind might have hated Emerson biting me everywhere but the one place that mattered, but my body certainly didn’t. Every time his teeth sunk into my skin brought a new wave of pleasure. This time, his canines bit into the fleshy part where my neck and back met, on the opposite side of my marking spot, while he also sank three fingers into me without warning. I came all over the desk.

“Oh . . . my . . . gods.”

Emerson froze, his mouth still on me, and sniffed deeply.

“Did you just come, omega?” he asked as his teeth retracted. There was something dark and dangerous about his tone, enough that my breath caught in my throat. Emerson was all predator, but I was his willing prey.

“Y-yes, alpha.” My voice caught despite myself.

There was a moment of stillness, neither of us daring to blink. I held my breath, not able to breathe until Emerson made a move. Then, the fingers in my ass disappeared and I cried at the loss. To make things worse, the weight of his body was lifted off me, leaving me completely alone.

I tried to twist my head to see where he went, and his hand immediately landed on my cheek with a stinging swat. “Don’t move, minx.”

I groaned but obeyed. I was rewarded for my patience when the telltale sound of a zipper filled the otherwise silent room. Thank the goddess.

I tried to turn my head just enough to sneak a peek. I didn’t get very far when I felt the blunt head of Emerson’s cock pushing against my hole.

“Gods, look at you, omega. Your hole is dripping like a faucet. You look fucking obscene.”

I hadn’t missed that he wasn’t using my name at all and only calling me omega and minx. I tried not to let that bother me. I understood that he was doing that to keep some distance, but it hurt all the same. All I wanted to hear was my name on his lips. There was no point lingering on things that would never happen though. I had to stay in the moment and enjoy the night, as this was likely the only one I’d get.

Emerson gripped my hips tightly, his nails cutting into the skin. He swished his hips back and forth, smacking me with his dick.

I whined, unable to stop myself. “Allphaaa.”

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