Claiming Emerald: Four Alphas At Her Feet
Chapter 37: Tell Me to Stop...

Chapter 37: Tell Me to Stop...

"Tell me to stop," Kieran whispered against her mouth in a strained voice. "If you want me to."

Emerald swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing against her.

She didn’t answer.

Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling quickly, but still, no words came.

He waited for a second longer. Then two. When she didn’t speak, didn’t pull away, his control snapped like a taut wire. His lips found hers again, and this time, there was no hesitation.

The kiss was hungry, deep, full of everything they hadn’t said.

She leaned back, letting him guide her down until she was lying on the cave floor, the soft moss beneath her serving as a cool contrast to the heat building between them.

Her hair spilled around her shoulders like a dark curtain, shielding the mark on her neck from view.

Kieran hovered over her, propped on one arm, the other hand tangled in her hair. "You’re... driving me insane," he breathed in a hoarse voice.

"Viola," Emerald whispered, eyes glassy, "she’s not helping."

"I figured," he muttered, his gaze flicking down her body as a tremor ran through him. "I can smell her. She’s... wild."

Viola’s presence pushed harder inside Emerald, filling her chest with burning want. Emerald could feel it: her pheromones, thick and heady, filling the air around them.

Kieran took a deep breath, and his pupils dilated further, nostrils flaring.

"Gods," he groaned, closing his eyes. "You’re making it hard to think."

"Vii? Whatever it is you’re doing, stop," Emerald said in her head, as she tried to ignore her own body.

He softly growled against her skin, a deep sound like a quiet rumble. "You smell like fire and rain... like a storm wrapped in silk."

Emerald gasped as he kissed along her jaw, down her throat, and over her collarbone. His lips brushed reverently along her skin, and she arched slightly beneath him, one arm draping loosely over his back.

His fingers trailed down her side slowly, as if he were mapping constellations. He kissed the top of her breast, then the soft slope below, his breath hitching as her body responded.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

"I know," she whispered. "I... can’t help it."

Kieran’s gaze darkened. He lowered himself again, his mouth pressing hot, open kisses down the space between her breasts. And when he took her nipples in his mouth, Emerald bit her lip to hold in a sound.

His mouth was tender but hungry, wet as he gently sucked on her left nipple, rolling his tongue over the sensitive peak.

Emerald’s back arched instinctively, a sharp gasp escaping before she could catch it. Her fingers threaded into his hair, gripping tighter as a wave of pleasure spread through her like wildfire.

"Kieran..." she breathed, voice trembling.

He groaned softly in response, the sound vibrating against her skin.. Then he moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same torturously slow attention, letting his teeth graze just enough to make her thighs press together.

"You... taste like heat."

Her fingers tangled in his hair, not to push him away, but to hold him there, ground herself in the only thing that made sense in the haze Viola had pulled her into.

The air between them turned thick with need. Viola’s pheromones enveloped them, drawing Kieran in and making his breaths grow deeper and more intense.

His control was fraying with every passing second. Emerald could feel it in the way his grip on her thigh tightened, the way his hips shifted slightly, like he needed to anchor himself or risk losing it altogether.

"Viola," she hissed internally, "what are you doing?"

Her wolf just laughed, a wicked, purring sound. "It’s exactly what we need. Look at him. Smell him. He’s holding back. For you."

Kieran’s mouth trailed lower, past her ribs, his tongue drawing lines of heat along the curve of her waist. He kissed down slowly, reverently, as if every part of her was something sacred.

And when he went past her lower stomach, his eyes lit up briefly as he took in the sight of her, spread out before him, ready and waiting for him.

He took in a slow, deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as her scent hit him fully. Her pheromones mixed with her arousal filled his senses, and for a heartbeat, he stilled, absorbing her completely.

"Gods, Em..." he breathed. "You don’t even know what you’re doing to me."

Her heart did a flip at his words.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to steady her trembling body, nails biting into his skin as his hand slid lower, between her thighs.

She gasped, her back arching as two of his fingers slipped into her with slow, deliberate pressure.

A low moan spilled from her lips, her head falling back, eyes fluttering shut. She had no idea how wet she already was till she felt how easily Kieran slid his fingers in.

"So ready," Kieran murmured, his voice rough and full of awe. "So damn perfect."

His mouth returned to hers with heat, his kiss rougher now, deeper.

Their tongues met, tangled, desperate and claiming, and all Emerald could do was hold onto him, feeling her body tighten and clench around his fingers as he began to move.

It was slow at first, then faster, more demanding, the sound of her breathing growing more ragged with every thrust of his hand.

She whimpered into his mouth, one leg curling around his waist.

He didn’t stop.

He wanted her to feel this, every stroke, every pressure, every maddening pulse of tension building inside her.

But just when she began to get used to it, when her body started to ride the rhythm he’d built, he pulled away.

Her eyes snapped open, lips parted, confused and flustered. "What... Why?"

Kieran didn’t answer.

He just smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking in a maddeningly smug expression. Then, without a word, he leaned back in and kissed her again, slow, teasing, flexing his lips against hers like he was playing with her mouth, daring her to beg.

Her breath hitched. Her body burned. But she didn’t pull away. She opened her mouth wider, deepening the kiss, her tongue meeting his in a rhythm that matched the wild beat of her heart.

When he broke the kiss again, his lips trailed downward, featherlight over her jaw, her throat, then lower.

He attacked her breasts with a hunger that made her cry out. His mouth was hot, his tongue relentless, teasing her already sensitive nipples until she writhed beneath him.

"Kieran—ah—" her voice cracked, the sound halfway between a sob and a moan.

He bit lightly, then soothed the sting with soft kisses, only to circle her peak with his tongue again and again. Emerald’s hand flew to his head, pulling him closer, her fingers fisting in his hair.

He groaned in response, pleased, as his hands roamed up and down her sides, his mouth still latched onto her breast, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.

The pain made her wince, but gods, it only added to the fire burning through her. She wasn’t sure if to stop him ot let him keep going.

Kieran finally pulled back, his lips red, his breath coming fast. Emerald made a soft sound of protest, her body chasing after the heat he left behind.

His laugh was low and wicked, and the sound sent a shiver down her spine.

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Don’t worry, mate," he whispered. "I’m not done with you yet."

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