Page 49 of The Heat of Us

I understood what he was really asking.

Was this work? Or was it something more?

I pulled his head down so I could bury my nose into his neck, getting a hit of his scent like a drug. It was drunken and heated, stolen kisses beneath constellations and an urgent promise to keep quiet.

I was being reckless and foolish but I did not have it in me to care in that moment.

“No.”

Remy didn’t spare a single second, fucking me so deep the breath was knocked from my lungs. My head hit the armrest of the couch. His arm shot up, bracing his hand behind my head and fucked me harder. He seemed crazed, ravenous with want for me.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Remy tore the words from his throat with a snarl. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You need my cum deep inside you, don’t you?”

I could barely catch my breath, let alone answer, each pounding thrust of his cock drawing a high-pitched cry from me. He knew. Knew exactly how hard I wanted him to use my slick hole to get both of us off.

His hand circled my throat. Tightened and cut off my surprised gasp. “Tell me what you need,” Remy purred.

“Your knot,” I choked out. “Stretching me. Filling me so full of your cum it soaks my panties for the rest of the day.”

A ripple swept down his taut, sweat-soaked body and I felt his fingers on my throat tense. His strokes slowed, pulling out until only the tip was inside me before slamming back in so hard I saw an entire fucking galaxy.

“You won’t be able to sell those ones, will you?”

“N-no.”

“They’re just for you.” Remy leaned close, and whispered into my ear, “Because you’re my perfect little cumslut.”

It was too much. He tapped directly into my eager to please omega instincts and my orgasm tore through my entire body for him. Remy’s knot filled me perfectly, my cunt accepting him greedily without any friction. Pulsing, squeezing and keeping him. Not letting a single drop of his seed go anywhere except deep into my pussy.

With both of us sated, Remy carefully released his grip on my throat and replaced it with slow, soft kisses.

Remy.

Of course his name wasn’t actually Ryder. Remy was…beautiful on him. Ryder sat on his shoulders like armour but Remy draped over him like silk.

Knowing his real name jolted something fundamental within me.

“I want to help you through your heat,” he said finally.

I stiffened.

“You can still try heat services again. But if you need another option, here it is.” Remy interlaced our hands and kissed my fingers. “The last thing I would want is for you to leave it undecided so long your heat went untended somehow.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” I said quietly. “But I’m stuck this time. It’s been days and I still can’t come around to the idea of going back to NOC.”

Remy’s unwavering gaze was slightly unnerving. “Let me. Please.”

I could feel my resolve crumbling. “It won’t be easy,” I warned him.

“Not a problem.”

“Other alphas have said doing it solo was almost too much.”

“Great. I love a challenge.”

“I’m not having it here so we’ll rent a nest at heat services.”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

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