Page 128 of The Heat of Us

Surely I was ready for him?

“P-please.” My legs were starting to tremble.

“Please what?”

I knew what he wanted and I knew what our scene needed. “Please,” I begged. “I need your cock in my ass. It’s yours, alpha. Fuck me, use me, own me.”

Remy leaned down, lightning zapping between us at the touch of his chest against my back. “You are so pretty when you beg,” he said admiringly.

There was the click of the lube bottle opening again. And a wet sound of him slicking his length.

I didn’t think it was possible to crave him inside me anymore.

His tip felt so much thicker than his fingers as he pushed it against me. Remy had prepared me well though. I exhaled loudly as the head of his cock popped through my ring of muscle without any resistance. But he didn’t stop, steadying me with one hand on my back as he continued sinking deep.

“Fuuuuck.” He drew it out, matching the way he slowly filled me. “You’re so fucking tight. Look at your perfect ass taking my cock.”

His first proper thrust was heaven. The gradual pull outward. Then fucking back into me hard, his knot pressed against my ass cheeks. He was murdering me slowly and all I wanted was to be reborn so he could do it all over again.

“Remy,” I whimpered as his pace increased. I’d forgotten what we were doing, why we were doing this. Who we were supposed to be.

All I could think about was him.

“God, Hazel.”

“Remy, it’s so good. How does this feel so good?”

“Shit Hazel, you’re going to make me come too fast.”

We were both losing it.

“I need you to come,” he said desperately. Remy grabbed my wrist, bringing my fingers down to my clit. “Touch yourself.” His voice was low and dangerous, the command of his alpha bark creeping in again.

I whimpered and began to rub tight circles in my sensitive, swollen flesh. His compulsion made the sensation otherworldly — it was my hand but it was also somehow his doing, splintering my mind from the pleasure.

“Do you want to come on my cock, omega?”

“Yes,” I whined, my voice high and tight.

“Do you want me to make you come on my cock, omega?”

If a hint of his alpha command felt this good, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he impressed the full weight of it upon me.

I turned to look at him. “I want to come so hard I can’t even move, talk or think after.”

The fires burning in his eyes rose, crackling and hot as his scent engulfed me entirely. Remy wrapped a hand around my neck, pulling my face up towards him. His kiss was so incongruous to everything else, worshipful and giving.

I gasped as his knot began to push into me. Stretching me wider than I’d ever thought possible.

“This is yours, omega. You were made to take me everywhere.”

Straining. Pressure. The rightness of feeling him lock into place.

Remy’s fingers covered mine, taking over the quick, tight strokes over my clit.

His bark was nothing like I expected. Gentle yet all-consuming. A soft request, weighted by a world with only the two of us.

“Come, Hazel.”

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