The Vessel by Selena Moore
Chapter 9
Emmanuella woke up panting, her heart thudding inside her chest. Her dream had been almost real. Explosions and body parts everywhere, her family whispering her name with their dying breaths. Flashes of light in the dark and all of a sudden she was standing at the edge of a cliff, her family’s loss too much to bear, and she jumped into her death.
It was Kratos’s arms that held her now. She was alive.
“It’s okay,” his soothing voice told her. “It was just a dream.”
She looked at him with a frown on her face. “A nightmare.”
Kratos sat back on the bed, concerned in his eyes. “What did you see?”
“Explosions everywhere. My family getting shot. Me at the edge of a cliff, jumping.”
“It’s alright now. Come here,” he crooned, wrapping his arms around her. “Remember yesterday I told you that I have a surprise for you?”
She did. She now wondered what it was. “When will I know?”
“Very soon, love. Now, turn to the side,” he said huskily. “I want to bury my cock inside you and fill you with my seed. You want that, woman?”
She was already getting wet just from the sound of his deep voice and his strong arms around her. “I do, yes, Kratos.” And before she had finished her sentence, he pushed inside her slowly this time and she was more than ready for him.
“Open up, baby. I want to give you all of me,” he whispered to her ear as his thrusts grew harder and faster.
“I want it all,” she whispered as he reached his climax a few minutes later.
“Let’s have breakfast,” Kratos said when they had both finished using the bathroom.
“Today is all about you, my dear. You will have the whole day to yourself. You will choose who will make love to you today. The men have a lot of work to do. When you finish your breakfast, you will wait for Marcus. He is informed about your surprise.”
Emmanuella brought the coffee to her lips, taking a long sip. “I wonder what it is,” she said, her soft voice trailing off.
“I am certain that you will love it,” Kratos said, finishing his last bite of eggs and bacon. “I will see you later.”
Half an hour later, she was brushing her long hair when she heard Marcus call out her name. “I am in the bathroom. Feel free to come inside.”
Marcus opened the door and stood watching her. “Good morning. How are you today?”
She put down the comb and looked into his eyes. He was truly a magnificent male specimen and every time she looked at him, her breath caught in her chest. As the thoughts of what he did to Luna the last time they met flooded her brain, she felt her core clench with desire.
“Very well, thank you for asking. I am almost ready,” she said, trying to keep her voice as cool as possible. “Should I wear this or this?” She held up two short dresses, one red and the other a deep blue, both knee-length and with a deep cleavage.
“I like the blue one better. Finish up. I’ll wait outside.”
When she was ready, he guided her to a room she had not seen before. “Open the door, Emmanuella.”
When she did, her jaw almost dropped open. The room was huge, the walls painted a pale pink, the floor made of real hardwood. The king-size bed on the corner of the room was a sight for sore eyes with its green velvet comforter and large pillows. A bright pink chaise longue near the bed and a solid oak library on the far side of the wall made her want to cuddle with a warm cup of coffee and lose herself in the pages of the book.
“Is this all for me?”
Marcus walked closer, his eyes following hers as she took in every nook and cranny. “Kratos has become very fond of you, Emma. Especially now that you are with child.”
Emmanuella did not say anything more. Instead, she walked around the room, taking in its beautiful furnishings and décor. She saw a smaller door in the corner and turned to look at Marcus. “Can I go in?”
He nodded and she opened it revealing a spacious white tiled bathroom, with a pink claw bathtub and a vanity with the largest assortment of toiletries she had ever seen. “Is this my surprise?”
“The men fixed this place up just for you. Kratos thought you would like your privacy here. He wants you to be happy.” He paused for a moment. “We all do.”
She turned to look at him. “Does that include you too, Marcus?” she said softly, her voice now warmer.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” he replied, never taking his eyes off her.
“Kratos told me that I can take a bath here today and choose who breeds me.”
Marcus looked at her closely, guessing her next words before she even spoke them.
“I choose you, Marcus. Will you make love to me?”
He went closer and felt her skin ablaze when he reached out and ran his fingers across her naked arm. “Is that so?” he teased, their bodies now almost flush with each other, their breath quickening.
“Yes, Sir. Please." His hand moved under her dress and he slipped a finger inside her, finding her wet and ready.
“Hungry for my cock, are you, baby?” he teased again and she moaned softly as his fingers caressed her core, gently rubbing and teasing the delicate skin.
“Please…” she whispered again.
“Please what, Emma? Tell me what you want. I want to hear the words out of your pretty little mouth,” Marcus said, pushing two calloused fingers inside her now, making her writhe in his arms.
“I want to feel your hard cock inside me, Sir. Please make me yours again,” she breathed her orgasm only seconds away.
He withdrew his fingers only after she had coated them with her release, then he took a step back, leaving her panting.
“Strip and face the wall.” His tone was hard now, his dominating nature taking over. She did as she was told and she heard him unbuckle his belt. He went behind her and let his hands roam on her backside for a moment, admiring her luscious curves. He rubbed his hard length on her buttocks, making her feel him before he positioned his shaft in her opening and slowly pushed inside, his manhood only breaching her. “I love how fucking wet you are for me, baby,” he whispered as he withdrew and then thrust in again. “I swear I have never fucked a pussy as hungry for cock as yours.”
Emmanuella let out small moans and he fucked her harder now, claiming his own release inside her welcoming body. A few minutes later, he slipped out of her and her knees almost bucked under her. “Easy, darlin’, I’ve got you.”
He helped her stand and then tucked himself in his briefs and back in his jeans, noticing that she was getting back inside her dress. “Don’t do that. I want that beautiful pregnant body of yours on display.” She blushed. He noticed and went closer. “More coffee?”
She nodded and he went to fill up their mugs from the nearby coffee machine and then sat down on the large bed, patting the seat beside him. She took the hint and sat next to him.
“Thank you."
“The men are delighted to have you here.”
“They enjoy fucking me senseless you mean,” she corrected him.
“You are a very smart woman. I like that. Brave too. Any other and she would have already made a run for it. Kratos is completely smitten with you.”
“Yes, I have to admit he treats me very well, better than I expected him to.”
“He's had a hard life and he strongly believes in second chances, being an ex-convict himself.”
Emmanuella’s jaw almost dropped open. “Kratos was a criminal too?”
“His little sister was taken when she was sixteen. Human trafficking. He went looking for her and when he found her, it was already too late. He did twelve years for killing those responsible for her death.”
“He's never told me anything of the sort. May I ask how you met him?”
“I was stationed at the Marine base at Coronado California when the machines invaded the headquarters. Kratos found me half-dead under a pile of stones and rumble, nursed me back to health. I owe him my life.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“I'll do my best to answer, my dear.”
“Was it you in the blue room last night?”
Marcus made no attempt at concealing his identity this time. “Maybe. Did you enjoy what happened?”
Her cheeks flushed, the effect he had on her undisguised. “I did. I had never tried anything like that before.”
His lips curled into a cunning smile. “Well, it takes two, my darlin’.”
“Why did you want me to think it was Kratos?”
“Would you have come if I'd summoned you?”
She shook her head and it was answer enough.
“Kratos does not mind who breeds you as long as your needs are taken care of. You were so upset after our fight, I knew I had to give you something else to think about besides me and Luna.”
“Well, it worked,” she said, after taking a sip of the sweet coffee which had now turned cold.
“I never had a doubt.”