“That’s better,” he murmured, repeating the thrust again.
Again.
Again.
I lost count of how many times he retreated and invaded my body, conquering and laying claim to every piece of me as he went. My hands fell to his shoulders, my nails digging into the hard muscles there.
His hand worked between us, swirling around my clit as he ground his hips against me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, barely resisting the urge to close my eyes.
He chuckled. “That’s the idea, baby.”
He changed the angle of his hips, lighting up new nerve endings.
“God, I love you,” he said softly, almost too quiet for me to hear.
I touched his jaw. “I love you.”
The finger lazily circling my clit turned into a steady pressure as he pumped into my body, unfurling a spiral of pleasure from my core that warmed my blood.
His fingers trapped my clit, pinching it lightly, as he thrust deeper and harder. I cried as the orgasm ripped through me. My body clamped down, milking him as I struggled to breathe.
With a guttural roar, he thrust once more, his whole body jerking as he came.
Remy collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. After a moment, he started to lift off of me, but I wound my arms around him, keeping him right where he was.
“I love you, Skye,” he murmured, kissing my throat, his head resting against my shoulder.
Tears burned the backs of my eyes suddenly. All the emotions I had been holding in check for the last week started to break through the wall I had erected to close myself off to the stark gravity of our situation.
The bombing, being taken, finding my father, losing Remy …
It all tore through me like a tornado, leaving a path of destruction and chaos across the landscape of my heart.
I hiccuped, trying to hold it together and not lose it when I felt the wetness on my throat. It took me a second to realize it wasn’t my tear I felt sliding across my neck and falling to the pillow under my head.
His body shivered, his arms wrapping around me like steel bands as he clung to me.
I held onto Remy with all I had, glad I wasn’t alone in the storm any more.
36
Remy
My hand swept slowly along the curve of Skye’s hip, her soft skin warm against my fingers as I mapped the terrain of her body while she slept. It was barely after midnight and part of me felt like an ass for not making sure she was fed before I attacked her.
She had passed out almost immediately after I screwed her into the mattress. The idea of waking her seemed wrong judging by the dark circles under her eyes. Instead, I curled my body around hers, watching as she slept soundly. At some point my hands started roving over her, possessed by the need to re-familiarize myself with all the dips and swells of her lush body.
I loved her curves. Fucking loved that she had them now. Her body had filled out in all the right ways now that she had access to food on a regular basis.
It still gutted me to remember the first time I had seen her, all skinny and pale. She had been scared as hell the when our eyes connected. The scent of her fear rolled in bitter-tasting waves off of her. My wolf had reacted before I did in equal parts rage and protectiveness.
But it was the fire and defiance in her eyes that really set me back, catching me off guard.
It was a good thing I had perfected the art of schooling my features because I probably would have scared the shit out of her with the rage that erupted like wildfire in my blood, spiraling out of control and consuming me from the inside out.
Dad had been vague—too fucking vague—on the details about her joining the pack. He glossed over the way they came to our pack, mentioning Skye and her mom hadn’t been treated right at the former pack.
Fucking understatement of the year.
I understood why. He wanted to protect Skye and let her have her secrets. I couldn’t ever fault him for that, but there was clearly more to the story when she followed Larkin up the path to the cabin at school.
She was skittish and wary, her eyes moving from Rhodes to me, as she tried to figure out which of us was the bigger threat. She looked for an escape, and her shoulders sagged in defeat when she realized there likely wasn’t one.
My wolf had known she was ours even then. Before the bond snapped into place, the surge of protectiveness I felt immediately was more than just a passing urge to shelter a pack member. She was different. I wanted to pull her into the cabin and shield her from the world. To seek out and destroy what caused her to look so damn afraid.
Skye was ours from the second those mossy green eyes locked on mine. She sealed her fate when she lifted her chin a notch, likely not even aware of the challenge she inadvertently threw off.
Or that my wolf fucking loved it.
She sighed softly in her sleep, snuggling back against me even more.
Unable to resist, I kissed her shoulder.
Her eyes blinked open slowly, drowsy with sleep and content.
“What time is it?” she asked softly, rolling onto her back.
My body instantly reacted to the sheet sliding off to bare her chest, the dusty pink nipples a beacon in the darkness. I considered shifting back so my growing erection wasn’t poking her hip, but she didn’t seem to mind by the way she ground against me.
“After midnight,” I finally answered, remembering she had asked me a question.
She frowned softly, her brow furrowing slightly. “How long can we stay here?”
“I told Rhodes to give us until the afternoon,” I replied, unable to keep the smile off my lips. “Why? Ready to get rid of me?”
“More like not ready to have to share you with everyone,” she muttered, curling closer against me.
I chuckled, leaning in to kiss the silky column of her throat as my phone vibrated somewhere in the room.
“I’m guessing you can’t do things like ignore phone calls now?” she said, almost sadly.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. Besides, Rhodes knew what this time with Skye meant to me. He wouldn’t interrupt for nothing.
“Give me a second.”
I swung my legs over the bed and walked over to where I had dropped my jeans, fishing my phone out of the pocket. I frowned at the text message.
RHODES: Sorry. Meet me outside.
“Everything okay?” Skye sat up, pulling the sheet around herself.
I nodded and started pulling on my jeans, wincing as I eased them over my still-hard dick. “Rhodes needs me out front. I’ll be back in a second.”
She started to get up. “I’ll come with you.”
“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head.
“Remy—”
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this,” I growled, my eyes sweeping over her soft doe eyes and sex-mussed hair.
The last thing I wanted to do was knock Rhodes unconscious for seeing Skye so vulnerable.
“Caveman,” she mumbled, but she was smiling when she laid back down.
I couldn’t argue with her as I walked through the cabin and opened the front door.
Rhodes looked grimly apologetic. “Sorry, man. You know I wouldn’t have interrupted but—”
“I get it,” I cut him off, closing the door. “What’s up?”
“Michael and Will got the others to the houses and settled in okay,” he said, “but Michael got a phone call. Zoe’s in labor.”