Page 26 of Remy & the Wildcat

She rose onto her toes and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled her close, his hands kneading her waist, his claws pricking at the tips of his fingers to shred the material.

He managed to keep his claws to himself and lifted her up, snarling softly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed herself against him. He could feel the heat of the juncture of her thighs against his erection that had been plaguing him from the moment he met her.

As he navigated to her bedroom strictly on instinct, he wondered how he’d managed to keep his hands to himself for this long, how he’d been satisfied with only kissing her and not having her climb him like a tree and making the sweetest sounds.

She made a gusty sound when he set her on the bed on her back and hooked her ankles at the small of his back and pulled him close. Her hands were twisted in his shirt, and her eyes were blazing with her cat, a beautiful mix of emerald and red.

He caught the hem of the dress and lifted it slowly, but she stopped his hand.

She sat up and twisted her upper body to show him the zipper. He pulled the zipper down and she laid back, wiggling the top of the dress past her shoulders and freeing her arms. He grasped the material and pulled slowly, revealing her body inch by inch.

Dropping the dress to the floor, he took a moment to let his gaze roam over her curves. She purred and the sound went straight to his cock, and snapped him into action. Grasping her panties, he pulled them down her legs and dropped them with her dress, then stripped himself.

She bit her bottom lip when he stood naked before her.

He rested his hands on her bent knees and let out an appreciative growl.

“You’re the fucking sexiest female I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said, his voice more wolf than man, edged with a primalness he’d never experienced before.

One knee tipped to the side, exposing the apex of her thighs, pink and wet, and his brain misfired.

She said his name softly, like a sigh and a plea mixed together.

He lowered his head and kissed the inside of her knee, his hand flexing before he pushed it slowly down to her hip. He pushed her other knee more open, then he bent over as he kissed his way along her legs, alternating from one side to the other, swiping his tongue and lips across her soft skin. Her hips flexed up as he reached the sensitive juncture of her hip and thigh, and he smiled.

He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her from the bed, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to her clit. He inhaled her sweet scent, then licked a slow circle around the tight bud. She moaned, her knees pressing against his shoulders.

Tilting his head, he slid his tongue down, licking around her entrance and reveling in the sweet taste of her heat. She tasted like summer and moonlit nights.

He tongued her core, then dragged his tongue up to her clit, flicking and tasting, as she writhed under him. Adding first one finger and then a second, he played with her as he feasted on her sweet honey, driving her right to the edge and then backing off. He was keeping hold of his own climax by a bare thread, her sweet sounds of surrender and the heady taste of her were driving him crazy.

Closing his lips over her clit, he fingered her swiftly, until her back bowed and she cried out in pleasure.

As she rolled through her climax, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheet underneath her, he pushed her to her stomach and lifted her up by her hips, climbing onto the bed behind her. With a snarl from his wolf, he sank his cock deep inside her until their bodies were tightly pressed together and he thought he might combust from the heat that poured through him.

She lowered her head to her arms and wiggled her knees a little farther apart, her pussy tightening around his length until the sheer pleasure was enough to make his eyes cross.

Gripping her hips, he held her where he wanted her and began to move, sliding in and out, in and out, wanting to drive her to one more climax before he marked her.

He leaned down and kissed her spine and she straightened her arms and pushed herself back to meet his thrusts. Wrapping one arm around her chest, he pulled her upper body off the bed, caging her nipple between his fingers as he pounded into her.

She thrashed in his arms as he released his hold on her hip and dragged his fingers across her heated flesh until he pressed them against her clit.

With a deep moan, she tipped her head to the side, exposing the length of her neck to him, and his fangs tingled in his gums. She gripped his wrists, her fingernails digging into his skin, as he fucked her, driving them both to the edge.

With a sharp cry, she came a second time, bucking against his tight hold. He followed her a moment later, pleasure soaring through him. As his fangs erupted, he sank them into her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. Gently pulling his fangs out, he scored his tongue and licked the marks so they’d scar permanently.

She let out a hissing snarl and jerked him to the bed, climbing over him and flashing her delicate fangs. With one hand in his sweat-soaked hair, she pulled his head to the side and then sank her fangs into his neck.

If he’d had it in him, he would have come a second time, as the connection between them as truemates was solidified with her marking. Once she’d licked the wounds to help them stay forever, she snuggled into his arms with a contented purr and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Fucking hell, kitten,” he said as he hugged her.

She hummed and rubbed her cheek on his chest. “Getting chased by those wolves was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“From now on, I’ll be the only wolf chasing you,” he said.

“I can’t wait for that.” She peeked up at him and smiled, her eyes glittering with happiness.

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