His teeth lightly bit the tip of my nipple. With a groan, I wrenched his head from my chest and claimed his mouth again. His hands fell to my hips, squeezing and lifting me until I could wrap my legs around his waist, my center pressed against the hard line in his jeans that I craved.
He walked us blindly into the kitchen, dropping my ass onto the small table.
I frowned as he pulled away again.
“What—”
He pushed my shoulders down, waiting until I was laying on the table before his hands started working on my jeans. He pulled them and my underwear from my body, practically ripping off the sneakers and socks encasing my feet.
It took seconds, and then he was dropping to his knees and hooking one leg over his shoulder and using his hand to push my other leg to the side until I felt the delicious pull in my hip as he stretched me, baring me to his hungry gaze.
I started to push myself up onto one elbow, ready to tell him he was severely overdressed, as he spread me open with his fingers, but I fell back, weak and trembling, as his tongue licked the length of my slit.
“Shit,” I muttered, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth. The fingers of one hand wrapped around the edge of the table as the other tangled in his hair again.
One finger, then two, slid inside of me, thrusting lightly, while his tongue traced lazy circles around my clit until I was squirming and whimpering under him.
I gasped as his fingers curled, hitting some magical spot inside my body that had me toppling over the edge of ecstasy.
Instead of withdrawing and giving my body time to come down from the high and recover, he kept going, adding a third finger and sucking my clit between his lips firmly. My first orgasm was barely over before he was hurtling me into a second.
The pleasure burned so bright it almost edged into painful as my core tightened again. White spots danced in my vision for a second, but Remy didn’t seem to be stopping or even slowing down.
I tugged at Remy’s hair, needing a break before I literally exploded. I managed to wrestle myself up to my elbows, everything south of my neck shaking with the effort.
“I can’t … Remy,” I muttered almost incoherently, but it did the job.
He paused and looked up at me from between my legs, the tips of his fingers withdrawn and poised at my slick entrance.
The sight was one I would never forget. His pupils were blown, his expression more feral than I was used to. He licked his lips, ready to go back to devouring me.
It called to my wolf, to the deepest parts of me.
“You can,” he grated out, his eyes glinting as he finished assessing me to make sure I wasn’t actually tapping out or having a flashback. “You will.”
I swallowed thickly, my mouth going dry as he lowered his mouth and thrust his fingers inside me again, angling his hand to hit that spot inside me all over.
My arms gave out, and I fell back onto the table with a thud as I spiraled towards my third orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut as my hips jerked, bracing for the moment I detonated.
With a cry, my back arched off the table as I came, shattering into a thousand scattered pieces.
Remy stood up, the cocky grin on his face enough to send a ripple of shockwaves through my system. He tugged me to the end of the table, lifting me up until he could kiss me.
The taste of me on his tongue was heady and left me wanting more. I gasped into his mouth as he picked me up once more. My over-sensitive folds rubbed against the hard bulge in his jeans as he walked, and all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut against the sharp spikes of pleasure.
My fingers curled into his black t-shirt, my face buried in his neck where I pressed a sloppy, drugged kiss.
A moment later, he lowered me onto the bed and straightened. I reached for him, my fingers managing to snag a belt loop that I tugged on.
“I need you,” I whispered softly, my gaze flickering to him.
The animalistic look in his eyes softened. “I need you, too, babe.”
I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as he kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head. I hummed in appreciation, my eyes lingering on the raised scars of his claiming mark.
I sat up with renewed energy, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pressing a kiss to his ribs. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling until my neck was arched and my lips ready for him to claim again.
He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, as my fingers found the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them and dragging them off his hips enough for my hand to slip inside and cup him through his boxer-briefs.
I worked the jeans and briefs down until he could step out of them. He let me go to kick them away, and I circled the base of him with one hand, my head dropping so I could lick the crown of his dick.
He groaned, the sound vibrating in my bones.
Grinning to myself, I sucked his tip into my mouth, tasting the salty bead of fluid.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his head falling back as I worked more of him into my mouth in deep, greedy passes.
After a minute, he shuddered and pushed me back.
“You’re too fucking good at that,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
I smirked, unable to help myself.
His gaze traveled down my body like a caress, awakening a new wave of desire that pooled low in my stomach.
At some point, I had started to shed the nervous, skittish girl I had been for a woman who knew what she wanted.
And what I wanted was my mate. Now.
As if reading my mind, Remy’s gaze turned to liquid fire.
I scooted back on the bed, watching as he prowled over me, every inch the predator. He lowered his mouth to mine, one hand settling on my hip in a bruising grip as he nudged my thighs apart with his hips.
His head lifted, his eyes locked onto mine, pinning me in place as he started to enter me.
My body struggled to accommodate him for a moment, trying to adjust to his size. It had only been a week since he had been inside me, but in a lot of ways, it felt like the first time all over.
Maybe because it was the first time without the Summit looming in the background, or the first time we were together on pack land. The first time we were home and truly together.
With one strong thrust, he filled me completely. His muscles shook with strain as he struggled not to move as I adjusted to his invasion. He focused his attention on my mouth, tempting and teasing with feather-light kisses and soft caresses as he gave me a minute.
I framed his face with my hands and kissed him gently. “I’m yours, Remy,” I murmured against his lips, kissing him again on his cheek before I whispered in his ear.
“Stop treating me like I’m made of glass, and fuck me like I belong to you.”
His head snapped up, eyes wide. His jaw even dropped a bit in shock. I was too worked up to really stop and admire the fact that I had surprised him. I filed that memory away to relive later. Right now, I needed a different sort of memory to be started.
I arched a brow, rolling my hips into his. “Unless you forgot how and need me to do all the work?”
His lips curved up, his eyes glittering at the challenge. He pulled out, almost completely, and then slammed back into me with enough force to crack the headboard into the wall.
I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut at the sharp spear of brutal satisfaction.
That was exactly what I needed. He was everything I needed.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his tone rough and hungry.
My eyes flew open at the command.