Chapter 3
3
I n the two and a half years that I’d known Remy Holt, I’d seen him in pretty much every imaginable way, and yet, as I stepped out of the bathroom, there was a stark hunger in his eyes that stunned me.
He stood up slowly from the bed, looking more predator than man. He was an Alpha, and I felt the pull to submit in my core. Every movement he made was coiled and calculated, and I could feel a shift in energy in the room as his gaze swept the length of me.
There was this ache inside of me that made me want to strip naked and let him look until he rumbled some sort of approval.
Huh. Apparently heat turned me into a praise kink fanatic.
It made sense, in a way. He was our pack Alpha, my Alpha, and I would always want his praise, but now that felt heightened to the hundredth degree.
My insides quaked with need and want. My fingers twitched at my sides as I struggled to pull in a full breath.
His head tilted to the side. “Come here.”
My feet were moving before my brain gave them the okay. When I was within grabbing distance, he reached out and hauled me the rest of the way to his chest. A low groan of appreciation rumbled out of his chest as he dipped his head and nuzzled his nose against the length of my throat.
Hooking a finger in the collar of my t-shirt, he tugged it aside and bared my claiming mark.
My heated skin shivered under his attention, begging for more, but the words stuck in my dry throat as I waited for him to do something .
When his lips brushed across the scar of my mark—a mark he’d given me when we’d completed our bond—my world went white and my knees buckled.
Remy caught me with ease the way he always did.
Physically. Emotionally.
Any way a man could catch a woman, he did every time.
Swinging me up into his arms, he carried me to the bed and laid me down before stepping back and looking at me like a sacrifice he was prepared just for his pleasure.
Another cramp hit my stomach accompanied by more wetness seeping out between my legs. “Remy.”
His eyes snapped to mine as I whimpered his name. He smiled at me, his eyes full of love and adoration. “I’ve got you, babe,” he vowed, reaching for my pants and tugging them down alongside my underwear.
Cool air hit my hot center and I flinched, the sensation sending another powerful cramp and gush of arousal as Remy knelt on the floor and fit his massive shoulders between my thighs.
I started to squirm, but he settled a hand low on my stomach and pinned me to the bed effortlessly. His strength was no match for mine, it never would be.
“You smell fucking incredible. So wet, so perfect, Skye,” he managed, sounding like he was barely restraining himself.
Personally, I could’ve done with a little less restraint right now.
I was about to start begging when I felt the flat of his tongue swipe through my folds. The tip barely touched my clit and I detonated, bucking and jerking as my first orgasm overwhelmed me.
Fisting my hands in the comforter, I couldn’t even cry out. My jaw was locked tight as my body contracted. He kept licking and working me through my first wave and dragged me right into a second. His lips suctioned around my clit, his tongue lashing the pulsing nub, as he easily slipped two fingers into me, curling them and massaging my insides.
Finally my mouth opened and the cry that erupted past my lips sounded more like a howl than a human sound.
My wolf was losing her damn mind.
As great as Remy’s mouth and fingers were, I needed more.
Reaching down, I fisted my hand in his hair and yanked. I felt him smile against me before pressing an almost chaste kiss to the top of my mound and crawling up my body.
He paused at my shirt, gripping the bottom. I started to lift up so he could pull it over my head, but he ripped it straight up the middle with barely a flick of his wrists. He tugged away the remnants of my shirt before getting me out of my bra in the same way.
“Damn,” I panted, staring up at him in wonder. I shot him a smug smile, loving the wild and slightly out of control glint in his dark eyes.
The corner of his mouth hooked up in a smirk as he reached behind his back and fisted his shirt to yank over his head. Seriously, how did guys do that?
He tossed the shirt across the room, and I licked my lips as I watched the hard muscles of his chest and stomach work.
Mate , my wolf practically sang as he reached for his pants.
I pushed myself up to my elbows, not willing to miss the first view of his thick cock as it sprang free. My mouth freaking watered to the point I had to swallow.
He shucked off the rest of his clothes and then covered my body with his. The tip of his cock nudged my opening, and I splayed my legs as wide as I could, throwing off every signal that I could that my body was his for the taking.
Always only his.
“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured, the look in his eyes full of wonder. Like he still didn’t understand years later why fate had chosen us as mates.
I lifted a shaking hand and cupped his strong jaw. “I love you.”
Fire lit his eyes as he impaled me on his hard length in one hard thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, my eyes screwing shut as I felt my core ripple and stretch to adjust around his impressive length and size. Lava rolled through my veins, threatening to set my entire body on fire.
He hooked a hand under one of my thighs, pulling my leg up and up and up, until the back of my knee was pressed against his shoulder and he sank in even deeper.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he withdrew and surged forward. I wound my arms around his back, pulling his chest flush against mine and loving the feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress.
“More,” I begged.
His lips found mine with a wordless promise, and I let myself freefall into just existing in this moment as he thrust harder and deeper. With each push back into me, he ground against my clit and his cock rubbed perfectly against the amazing spot deep inside that made stars burst behind my closed lids.
“Look at me,” he demanded, the words sending a judder of awareness down my spine as he used his Alpha tone.
My gaze snapped open wide, meeting his. Approval shimmered in his eyes as he smiled at me, looking beautiful and feral as he rocked into me again.
“There’s my girl,” he murmured, doing something with his hips and changing the angle he penetrated me with.
I gasped, clawing at his back and arching mine. He moved harder, faster. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until I was sure my muscles and tendons would snap under the strain as I raced towards my third orgasm.
It stirred deep in my core, and I knew this one would level my soul. I needed to come like I needed my next breath.
I was so close, my release shimmering just out of reach.
Remy’s head dipped and he peppered kisses across my collarbone to the mating bite. Without warning, his teeth sank into me, claiming me again.
It was like a bomb detonated in my soul as I shattered around him with a scream I was sure the entire pack would hear. His cock pulsed and jerked deep inside of me as he followed me over the edge.
His thrusts grew softer and more shallow as he dragged out what was left of my orgasm until I was finished fluttering around him.
The fire that had blazed through my body eased to a dull simmer, still there but sated for the moment.
Remy kissed the corner of my mouth as he slid out of me and stood up. I whimpered at the loss of him. I had the urge to follow him as he walked across the room and into the bathroom, but I wasn’t entirely sure I could feel my legs.
He was back in seconds, a damp cloth between my thighs as he cleaned up the absolute mess we’d made. Even as he gently swiped the fabric across me, I felt my nerve endings waking up, craving him all over again.
“Shh,” he murmured with a chuckle as I reached for him blindly. My vision was a little fuzzy around the edges as sleep pulled at me. “Rest, babe. I’ll be right here.” He tossed the washcloth aside and pulled the sheets back before picking me up and tucking me into the bed. He climbed in after me, and I wasn’t sure if he pulled me or I rolled to him.
Either way, within seconds, I was safe and whole in his arms and exhausted.
For now.