Emmett's POV
My mind turned into a blur. The pain from the Wolf's Bane was like fire burning throughout my whole body, but when Markus began sucking my blood, a new pain coursed throughout my veins. Was this what fire felt like when forced through a thin tunnel after an explosion and changed direction?
'Keep your mind on Sam.' That's what he said, right? My mate. My moon. Sam.
I wish I could see him again. I would tell him that I was sorry for failing him. I knew my father would pull something, but when he called me a murderer for killing my mother, I lost it. How could I be so stubborn? They were in danger. Did Mason get them out in time? Were they over the bored yet? My father would send orders to kill them on sight. I needed to... do something...
Pain from another bite made me groan. It hurt to move. My body felt like needles were japing into me all over.
'Murderer,' my father's voice came to me again as everything started to feel cold. It's not like I wanted her dead. I had missed her all my life.
I was so cold. Was this death? Was this the end of my life now? Would the goddess forgive me and let me meet my mother when I get there? Would she be waiting for me? Would she be proud of me? I want to ask her if she heard all the songs I played for her on the piano. I wanted to smell her scent for the first time and hear her voice. Could I ask her to play a song for me as she did for the rest of the pack?
"It's not time yet, my love."
My eyes opened at the sound of a woman's voice. White light nearly blinded me, but I couldn't close them as a shadow moved into it. Was that her?
"Sam needs you," two different voices came from the shadow. One female and the other male. Who were they? "Emmett. Look at me." The female's voice faded within my name, leaving only the male's as the white light began to dim.
Something wet filled my mouth, and I swallowed it in reaction. It was sweet but with a hint of copper. I needed more. I felt something cold against my lips and closed my eyes as I bit down to find more, drinking it as something touched my hair. A moan came from deep within my throat as my body tingled all over and straight into my groining, making it twitch. What was this feeling? Something was pressed against my hardening cock, and as the haze over my body started to fade, I felt the weight of something else on top of my whole body. It felt so good. I wanted more. More of this sweet drink. More of this touch as I rolled my hips along with another moan.
So good. So fucken good that I felt like I would go mad if I stopped.
"Fuck," I heard someone gasp on top of me, but now that I had some feeling in my body again, Sam came into my mind. Fuck, what I would give to keep his body moving like this. He was between my legs, rocking his hips into me, and I spread my legs more for him. Was I about to let him top me? Whatever. If that's what he wanted to do. I didn't care at this point. I just wanted more of it.
My eyes opened, and I stared into dark red eyes. The pupils looked almost like a straight thin line under half-closed lips. Beautiful. Like fire flowing into the center of hell.
My body jolted, feeling something hard rub against my standing member through the fabric. I couldn't help but moan at the touch, thrusting my hips up for more. He was too far away, so I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled his body down to me with a whimper.
"Damn it. I told me not to do anything stupid," his voice came again, and his arm was pulled away from my mouth, leaving me panting and utterly confused. Sam? No, wait. Markus? What the fuck was he doing here?
He jumped away from me and faced the other way, mumbling something I couldn't understand over my blood racing and heart pounding with a drum.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, wiping the blood from my lips as I jumped to sit up. His blood? That was a mistake as pain stabbed me from my stomach, and my raging boner didn't help as I covered myself and my stomach. I couldn't stop panting. My cock wouldn't stop twisting, and everything around me moved in waves. What was going on with me?
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Just My Luck (boyxboy)
WerewolfIt was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and kne...