Page 158 of The Heat of Us

I wasn’t used to this. This weird dichotomy of possessiveness and overwhelming love. Primal urges and the most complex of feelings. I wanted to fuck her and own her but I also wanted to lay myself at her feet and promise her the world.

It was easy to tell her all the ways I wanted to make her come but I was lost when it came to telling her how I felt.

“We’ve had some fun arguments, haven’t we?” I began, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. “I like the one we keep having about your nickname. You’ve shot down so many good options—”

“Terrible options,” she corrected me instantly.

“Agree to disagree,” I grinned, loving that she still refused to back down. “And I think you only just tolerate ‘baby’.”

“It’s the lesser of all the evils,” Hazel conceded. The corner of her eyes crinkled as she lightly traced the shape of my cheek and jaw.

My throat went tight at my next words. “But I think you’re going to have to accept that I’m going to call you my love from now on,” I told her thickly. “Because I love you. Can’t stand the thought of not waking up with you every day. I don’t know what we’re doing next for work but it doesn’t matter. I would follow you anywhere, love.”

“Remy,” she whispered.

“Will you bond me?” My heart had overtaken my entire chest, expanding against my ribcage until my bones pinched.

So many bonds happened the way ours almost did during her heat. Begging, mindless and giving into instincts. The alpha biting first and you would just hope they had an equal enough relationship where the omega could complete their side of the bond too.

It seemed inconceivable to me that an alpha who loved their omega wouldn’t want their bite first.

Hazel smiled up at me. Slightly whimsical, like she held a secret I didn’t. She guided my head down to hers and we kissed, our lips moving like syrup. I loved the way she tasted. Sweetness that could have easily been overwhelming if it wasn’t for the perfect hit of sour. It suited her; her fire, her fight and all the love she was capable of.

My cock slid against her and she wriggled until the head slipped inside. She was so wet, a carnal mix of slick and cum. I sank into her until I’d pressed it all back inside her where it belonged.

“You’re mine, Remy.”

That was the only warning I got. A vow so hushed I didn’t even catch it properly. Hazel’s head snapped forward and an acute pain splintered from my neck. I groaned, my limbs starting to shake as I felt it shift and morph into something alive.

It was small but god, it was still there. A bond between her and I. A flare shot into the dark sky and seeing an answer far away on the black horizon. The urge to complete it was intense.

I wanted to see the light of it put all the stars to shame.

“Remy.”

“Yes, love?”

“I love you too, you know.” Her voice was so vulnerable it made me ache.

My beautiful, fierce omega, who loved as hard as she fought.

How did I get so lucky?

“Move,” she begged. “Please. I n-need to—”

I stole the rest of her words from her lungs as I plunged into her hard.

There was absolutely nothing like it. I was getting glimpses of her pleasure in the bond entwined with her love for me.

“God, how can this already be so…so…”

She’d left me utterly speechless.

Me.

Hazel laughed when she felt what I was thinking. “Just you wait, Remy. Once you knot me and complete the bond I think you’re going to be mute.”

Her easy acceptance of our lifetime commitment to each other was staggering.

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