Page 22 of Fire Bound

I want her to come, but I want it to be onmyfingers.

I break my mouth away from her. “That’s enough,” I command. “Take them out.”

Her eyes fly open and frustration fills them. “What?No. I’m so close.”

Shifting her weight, I hold her up with one hand while the other reaches between us to snake around her wrist. She pumps her fingers inside once more and whines when I forcibly pull them from her core.

Her eyes heat as I bring her hand to my mouth. Remington’s lips part as she watches me suck her fingers clean. I was so jealous she was the one who did this at the hotel room. This is retaliation for depriving me of the opportunity before.

“Your pussy might be the sweetest thing about you.”

Even before her soul turned black and the light dimmed in her eyes, Remington was never sweet. She was sarcastic with a spitfire attitude. Her words could cut like knives if she wanted them to—hell, that’s a skill she still has.

Remington’s eyes flutter when I drag my fingers lazily down her stomach and then through her bare pussy lips. When I finally begin to massage her clit, her eyes close tight, as if her body is too overwhelmed to keep them open. “Open your eyes,” I order. “I want them on me as you come.”

Her eyes, like matching blue flames, snap open and connect with me.

“You want that, right?” I ask as I tease her opening with the tip of my finger. “You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I dip my finger inside, but quickly remove it, only giving her a taste of what’s to come. She whimpers in frustration. “Yes what?”

It’s not in her nature to be submissive, to give things over freely. Her chin tilts stubbornly, but when I roughly roll her clit between my fingers, she finally chokes out her answer. “Y-yes. I want to come on your fingers.”

“Good girl.” I reward her by sinking two fingers inside of her tight channel.

Her muscles clamp down on the digits as she releases a ragged breath.

I want to savor this moment because I know it very well might be the last, but at the same time, I want her primed and ready for my cock as fast as possible. It presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans, aching to be deep inside of her.

Remi’s hips move in tandem as I thrust my fingers into her. Each time the pads of my fingers brush against that spot inside of her, she sucks in a shallow breath. When she starts to get close to falling over the edge, her muscles begin to shake around my waist.

“Come for me,” I order, nipping at her chin with my blunt teeth. My gums burn, my elongated wolf fangs threatening to make an appearance, but I force them to stay back. I wouldn’t trust myself to not bite her if they were out

With shaking legs and breathless pants, Remington shatters on my fingers.

Skimming my lips across her sweat-coated temple, I place her back on the ground in front of me.

She wastes no time before tackling the buckle of my jeans. While she unzips my pants, I tear off the leather jacket I wear, tossing it over one of the empty plastic crates around us. The crisp April air cools off my burning skin.

Remington just has the zipper down before her deft fingers are snaking inside. An almost pained sounding breath escapes between my teeth as she wraps her fingers around my hard length. My hips jerk forward, and I place my palm on the wall to keep from falling forward.

She looks up at me, a sly look on her face as she slowly begins to work my dick. With each brush of her hand, my control slips. Remi tugs the waistband of my jeans and briefs down until my dick springs out. Red and swollen, desperate for more of her touch.

Her thumb swipes across the crown, smearing the drop of precum around. Boldly, she holds eye contact as she brings her thumb up and places it in her mouth. Moaning low in her throat, she savors the flavor.

“Careful,” I warn her lowly. “Or I’ll force you to your knees in this dirty alleyway.”

She removes her thumb from her mouth with an audible pop. “Who said you’d be forcing me?”

I caress my hand across her jaw and then down her throat. “I always told you that mouth of yours was going to get you in trouble.” I bare my teeth at her as I collar her throat.

Her eyes flash as her wolf springs to the surface, I feel my own eyes shift as my wolf does the same. This is the closest our wolves have ever been to each other and if I have my way, the closest they’ll ever be.

“And I always said you’re not the one who gets to punish me,” she sneers back while her hand picks up speed.

With a low growl, I have her turned around and move to stand behind her. Pressing her upper torso to the brick wall, I bend down to whisper in her ear. “You sure about that?” I slide my palm along her exposed ass cheek before giving it a slap.

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