Call Of The Dark-Chapter 45 Losing My Control

?Lazarus wanted to slam his cock inside her and sink his fangs in her pulse point. His fangs throbbed hard at the sight of his mate's nape.

Finding a mate in the Lore was rare and he had a mate who he couldn't claim. His control was slowly receding. He wanted her so badly every time of the day and night that he was keeping himself away from her as much as possible. But the attraction was so severe that he would get pulled towards her even if he was at the other end of the palace to maintain distance.

Bit by bit, Emma opened her thighs, enticing him, attracting him. She saw his fangs and her urge to feel them inside her neck overpowered her senses. Her face gone red, she let out a deep moan. 𝙛𝘳𝘦e𝓌e𝗯n𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝚘𝑚

Distracted by her moan, he snapped his eyes to look at her. "You are playing a dangerous game—" His words trailed off when his eyes dropped to her sex and he saw the wet, glistening mons, partially revealing those lips. "Fuck!" His chest vibrated with a delicious rumble which affected Emma and her core throbbed with the familiar ache.

Lazarus hated her but the sight of his mate, so wanton and opening for him, affected him, aroused him and his control started to fade. His mate wanted an orgasm and he had this urgent need to satiate her. With shaky fingers, he inched towards her sex, to feel it, to coat his fingers with her juices.

As soon as his fingers reached her sex, she snapped closed her thighs, caging his hand in between.

"Open up," he growled.

She was shaking in anticipation. "No," she said, feeling hesitant.

He parted her thighs with his other hand and grasped her sex. "This is mine, Emma!" 𝑓𝒓𝚎e𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯𝘰𝐯𝒆𝑙.c𝚘m

His possessiveness was so hot and wild that a groan escaped her lips. Her control faded and her thighs parted. His muscles bulged and now his cock was aching. He tried his best to avoid her nape. With one hand he pushed her down on the bed to lick her juices. When she went down, he licked her. The need to sink his fangs there was so serious that he immediately removed his lips.

She was whimpering, mewling and looking at him as if begging him to help her release. Lazarus was getting enthralled by his mate. Who the hell in the Lore denied their mate? He was insane and he knew it. He got up and removed his trousers. He crawled over her, his cock springing free and his balls loaded.

"Turn your face to the other side," he growled. When she turned the other side, she seemed to be offering him all that he had to give her. Her breath was labored. Her chest was rising and falling. He lowered himself over her body, pressing her into the mattress. He clenched his lips tightly and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He aligned his cock with her sex and started to rub himself over her.

He caught her hair and yanked her head back to get full exposure of her neck. He pressed his face in it and began moving her sex and her belly. He grunted as she shivered and closed her legs over his hips, drawing him further in her. He muttered curses against her nape, keeping his nose pressed against her skin. He needed this control so badly. She was squirming beneath him.

'Losing my control.' He thought. "Come for me, Emma," he growled. He needed her to come so that he could also reach his release.

Emma was feeling hot. His shaft was hard against her sex and belly. It was so hot that it felt like a brand on her naked skin. She didn't know why she wanted it to be inside of her. "Ohh!" she rasped. She closed her eyes as she started to chase her orgasm and soon, she screamed his name.

"Fuck!" Lazarus said, sensing her sex throbbing against his cock and he came with a bellow to the ceiling all over her sex and belly.

Later when they slept together, with her against his chest, he couldn't help thanking the god for making him control during this session. He was planning on going to the healer to give him a potion that would keep him in control and lower his libido. And then he was going to go away from her to attend the Samhain that his friend had invited him to. That would make him stay away from her. No. He was going to stay away from her for the next two days and then go to his friend's place immediately after. That would make him stay away from her for five days in a row. Brilliant plan.

Emma turned towards him and snuggled in his chest. He closed his eyes and rested his chin over her head. He was sure that plan was going to work. Out of sight, out of mind.

However, against her luscious hips, his shaft twitched and he groaned. He really had to get away from her. Yet, he was lying beside her with one arm over her waist and other beneath her, curling up to cover one breast. His leg was thrown over her and he found himself pulling her closer. And suddenly a thought came to him. They both fit each other so well. Like puzzle pieces.

Fire was burning in the hearth throwing soft red light over her skin. He couldn't help but run his fingers over her. All this would be his and he would enjoy it more when Maeve would enter her.

She blinked her eyes open when she felt his fingers over her. "Do you like me more?" she said in a low voice with a lazy smile. She was sure that she had impacted him tonight. She saw him losing control. Next time she would make him mark her for sure.

He removed himself from her and his face twisted with anger. "Don't you compare yourself to Maeve! Prepare for the ritual!"

Emma gasped.