Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

R émy shook his head. He was quite certain she was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go. Lust, love, and longing vied for prominence in his body. He stood looking down at her and then reached out to stroke down the centerline of her body, gently rubbing the swollen jewel that lay at the top of her sex before dragging his finger down to part her swollen labia. Piper's breath hitched and her body shuddered. She was so responsive. Smiling, he backed away from her and sat on the window seat as he removed his boots. Piper started to shift her position so that her legs were closed.

"I did not tell you to hide your sex from me. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Your need for me glistens and your scent beckons me to breach you with my knot so that we can both revel in the intimacy of the tie."

Her eyes widened, not in shock, but her pupils dilated, indicating her increasing arousal. He pulled his shirt over his head and then stood, unbuttoning his jeans to free his cock once more. Rémy smiled as her eyes became riveted to his cock. He knew he was well endowed, and it pleased him that the sight of his rapidly forming knot didn't intimidate her.

Piper reached her hand down and stroked herself. Rémy growled a warning.

"Then come and do it for me," she purred seductively.

Every thought he might have had about easing her into being his mate fled in the face of her blatant sexuality. Piper didn't need his gentleness, at least not at the moment. She needed to know that her mate was an even more dominant personality than she—that she could depend on his strength to balance her own and keep her safe. In that instant, his cock took control and told his mind to shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride.

Piper's hair was fanned out around her on the pillow, as if she were a pagan fertility goddess awaiting to be breached, knotted, and tied. Every inch of her called to him. She was tall and willowy but not without feminine curves. Her tits were large with dusky areolas and stiffened nipples, and her waist tapered naturally toward prominent hip bones he could grasp while he fucked her.

He had no doubt that she knew precisely what kind of effect she was having on him. A sly smiled lifted the corners of her mouth. Rémy knew his mate would seize the upper hand as often as he allowed it. What she had to learn was that it would only happen when he did allow it. Theirs wouldn't be so much a dance for power—like Travis and Skylar's—but rather a fight, and he welcomed it.

There was a primitive side of him that he'd never allowed to come out, but his mate was every bit as primal as he was and now he was finally free to release it. Her fire and passion would keep him warm the rest of his days. Rémy crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her. Leaning over her luscious body, he began to pay homage to her beauty and strength. Piper purred and writhed in need. He kissed, sucked, and licked all along her torso, lingering at her nipples and suckling them hard.

He palmed her breasts as he lowered himself between her thighs and rested his chin on her mons. Next he lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. Nuzzling her swollen nub, he swirled his tongue all around it before sucking it between his lips and nipping its tip. Piper's body bowed and she cried out as she came for him. Rémy believed there would never come a day he wouldn't revel in her response.

Rémy stroked and teased her pussy, penetrating her with two fingers, moving quickly in and out as he sucked her clit back into his mouth. Her wet heat was producing copious amounts of the sweet nectar he would need to knot and tie her. There would be no sparing her the initial shock and pain of being mounted and breached. She would have to be ready for it. He continued to use his mouth and fingers in rhythm until her pelvis began to move in an invitation as old as time.

"That's my good girl," he crooned.

"Damn it, Rémy, fuck me."

"So impatient. I would try very hard to be a good girl if I were you. A good girl gets her pussy eaten before her mate shoves his cock to the furthest depths and stretches it wide to accept his knot. Then together they get rocked to orgasm after orgasm until they don't think they can take any more."

"Rémy, please," she mewled. "I'll be good."

"I know you will, chére , because if you aren't, I'll stop what I'm doing and spank you some more. And for the record, Piper, if you ever go after my balls again with anything other than loving intent, you and my strap will have an intimate discussion as to why that's a bad idea."

"You have a strap?"

"Not yet, but I fear you'll be a most naughty mate and will require the judicious use of one."

He whispered kisses down her body until he returned to the opening of her core. This time it was his tongue and not his fingers that speared and plunged inside her, uncurling before dragging back to fully taste her honey. Her legs began to tremble, and she cried out for him. He drew back, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue and she growled in frustration. She was going to be the most wonderful mate. He was certain her libido matched his own and he planned to spend the rest of his life seeing just how many times he could make her climax.

Rémy lifted his body, coming up onto his forearms to watch her body burn with need for him. That seemed only fair, as he had burned for her for years. He crawled his way up her body, ensuring that she could feel every inch of his skin upon hers. His cock had long passed painful and was now throbbing, dripping a bit of precum from its slit. Never had taking a woman to his bed been such sweet torture, but he meant to ensure that their first knot was memorable and that she desired it above all things.

He parted her thighs with his, spreading them wider, making a place for himself as he settled on her, his cock probing for the entrance to her core. It wanted to sheathe itself in her warmth. Reaching underneath her, he grasped her buttocks to focus her attention on him and to steady her. Rémy lowered his mouth to hers and he surged forward, driving his cock and the knot at its base deep inside her. She screamed. The power and pain of his breach caused her body to convulse as the strength of his possession forced her over the edge into a devastating orgasm.

"Get off me," she snarled.

"That I cannot do. Give to me, Piper. I promise you that's the worst of it. Let me teach you the intimacy and seductive power of the knot."

He rumbled to her soothingly as his hands stroked her body and he lay still within her. Gradually he could feel her body relax and accept his knot, drawing it forward and down into the indentation made only for this purpose. He hissed as his knot dropped into place and began to swell, sealing her to him. His kisses lost their dominance and took on an air of sweet seduction. Rémy held her captive in his embrace as her body relaxed even more and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs intertwining with his own.

Her pussy stretched to accommodate him as the first hints of the exquisite carnality of the knot began to overtake her. She sighed and settled into the mattress as Rémy began the rhythmic rocking that would push her beyond the memory of the pain of the breach and encourage her to embrace the rapture that could only be found when he knotted her.

"That hurt," she whispered.

"I know, ma chére , but there is nothing to be done for it. It is the price we pay for being alpha—you experience the actual pain, and I must live knowing there is nothing I can do to spare you from it. You are my brave and beautiful mate. No other has ever pleased me the way you do—not in this lifetime or any of the ones before."

"Rémy," she sighed.

"I am here, my beloved."

She giggled. "Of that I have no doubt."

He chuckled as he smoothed her hair back from her face. Searching her eyes, he knew she had forgiven him and accepted that their destiny—however long or short it might be in this lifetime—was to be together. Piper nuzzled his neck as she clung to him, her wanton response something he knew he would never tire of or take for granted.

Gathering her close, he increased the pace and strength of the rocking motion. His hips rolled forward and back as she clung to him. Her pussy trembled all along his cock, producing the most exquisite sensations around his knot. Nothing and no one had ever given him such pleasure as when she came hard, clawing at his back, urging him on.

Piper surrendered herself completely to his mastery of her body. She writhed beneath him, her eyes rolling back in her head as she embraced all that they were and would be. Her uninhibited response to him was a gift he would safeguard and treasure, and he would vow to make her life as sweet as he could possibly could. He continued to rock within her, reveling as she orgasmed repeatedly.

There would come a day when he would rock her into utter exhaustion, but today he needed her to lose himself in her. Rémy began to rock her with more intensity, bordering on an almost frenzied pace. Finally, his spine began to tingle and cum rolled up from his balls. It shot down his shaft through the knot and flooded her pussy. Piper clung to him, molding her body to his and he continued to pump her full of his seed. Her pussy clamped down, spasming rhythmically and milking every last drop from him as he collapsed on her, giving her his full weight.

H eaven. She had died and gone to heaven. It was the only possible explanation for the sheer bliss that encompassed them. She would need to remember to apologize to her mother for not believing her when she tried to share the glory of being knotted and tied to your mate.

The entire pack knew every time her father knotted her mother. Piper had always found it embarrassing. Now that she lay in Rémy's embrace, basking in the physicality and intimacy of the knot, she understood. The pack would just have to get used to two alpha she-wolves who gloried in their mate's knot.

Rémy held her close and rolled to his back, the sensations shifting and reigniting sparks of desire.

"Can we stay this way forever?" she mused.

"Not forever but for several hours."

She rubbed her head on his chest, burrowing into him. Rémy stroked her body to reassure and soothe her.

"I'm fine, Rémy. This is amazing."

"The knot or all of it?"

"Every bit of it. I wouldn't change a thing—not even the time we were apart." Piper watched as his eyes filled with regret, but she wasn't having it. "Don't. We can't change the past and I believe you did what you thought was best. Just… Next time, can we talk about it first?"

He relaxed, crooking his arm underneath his head while his other hand rested on her backside, caressing it idly. " Oui . We will talk but don't fool yourself into thinking that you'll always get your way. I will listen to what you have to say, then I'll decide what to do. And you will accept that decision or get your pretty bottom spanked."

"Why do I get the feeling that is going to be your go-to move—as soon as I step out of line I'll end up face-down over your knee."

"Because you are a most wise and beautiful mate, and despite what you tell everyone else, you and I know this is where you belong. I am the wolf who was born to take you in hand."

"And what does that make me?"

"The she-wolf who was born to rule my heart and soul."