Page 127 of The Heat of Us

“I want you to knot my ass and come deep inside me,” I purred.

“Yes,” Remy hissed. “You’re not going to be satisfied until I’ve filled you up, are you?”

I lifted his chin with my palm and traced his jaw with my fingers. This beautiful alpha riled up and ready to give me what I needed.

“No,” I said, making sure I sounded extra breathless for the mics. “Please don’t make me beg, alpha. I’ll do anything you want.”

“God.” The word was ripped savagely from his throat. He kissed me hard. “You’re perfect,” he said against my lips. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His praise clenched something hot and low in my belly. He stripped his clothes off, before stealing kisses on my bare skin. Telling me how beautiful my body was, how much he lived for my tits and curves. Every word felt like a caress until I melted into him completely.

“I want you to present for me, omega. Show me what’s mine.” He lowered the register of his voice so it sounded more menacing than it was. The barest trace of his bark slipped through.

“Yes alpha,” I said, obediently getting on my hands and knees. “Like this?” I popped my ass high in the air and lowered my face onto the cushions.

“Mm, look at you. You’re just a perfect little fuck doll, aren’t you?” His palm came down on my right cheek hard and the couch muffled my cry. Remy rectified this immediately, twisting my hair in his fist and yanking my head back.

“I can see how wet this is making you.” Another slap, sharp and whip-like. I screamed, loudly this time.

Remy showed me no mercy, covering my ass with a rapid succession of quick, stinging slaps. All while telling me how pretty my ass looked when it was so red and how slick my pussy was getting. The pain and pleasure started to blend and meld until I was a whimpering mess beneath him.

Remy’s fingers found my entrance and started dipping in. My cunt made an obscene wet squishing sound.

“Oh, god,” I choked. My cheeks were flaming and he chuckled. He started to fuck me with his fingers, not for pleasure, but to show how unmistakably drenched I was.

“Do you hear yourself?” Remy asked nonchalantly. Yes, I could hear it and fuck, if it wasn’t getting louder. “I don’t even need lube. You’re already soaked and perfect for me.”

I shuddered when he spat. I felt it land on my ass crack and his thumb pressed the wetness against my back hole.

Then he withdrew entirely. I turned around to see him reaching for the bottle of lube.

“I’ll cut this bit out.” He winked. But the way he caressed my cheeks was adoring and careful, wanting to make sure the experience was good for me.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

We kissed. Affectionate, light and only for the two of us.

“Ready to keep going?”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Come wreck my ass.”

He gestured forcefully at the little clear bottle. “Excuse me, I literally just took a lube break!”

“You’re so big, it wouldn’t matter.”

Remy hung his head like I’d utterly defeated him. “God, I forgot how much trouble you can be sometimes.”

I laid my chin back on my arms and pushed my ass high into the air. “See if you can fuck it out of me, then,” I challenged him. Then a butt wiggle, just to really rub it in.

I was a little less cocky when he embedded his fingers roughly back into my pussy, coating himself in my arousal.

My breath started to come out in shallow, uneven pants as he took his slick-covered fingers and started to press them one at a time into my ass.

“Yes omega,” he praised me. “I can see you working to take me. So eager for me to fuck you.”

I knew he was doing it for the recording but his non-stop commentary of what he was doing to my body was ruining me. Every sensation felt doubled somehow as he seduced me slowly with his words and his hands. He was everywhere, inescapable and I ascended to a higher plane when he told me I’d taken one finger, then two, then three.

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