Page 32 of Destined to the Lycan
But when the rough texture of his tongue found its way to my engorged nub again, my mind all but fractured. Each flick of his tongue felt like lightning bolts struck my clit and radiated its blissful tendrils throughout my body.
Remus’s smug and approving growls resonated directly in my clit as I shouted his name in ecstasy. His thick fingers slipped inside me, moving at a frenzied pace as they made love to me. My head rolled from side to side as an endless stream of throaty moans tumbled out of me. Before I could recover from this latest orgasm, a blinding light exploded before my eyes when he crooked two fingers inside me, grazing my sweet spot just the right way for me to shatter.
My head spun, my skin tingled, and a raging inferno set my veins ablaze. My lover continued to devour me while fucking me with his fingers until I lay limp like a broken doll. Only then did he relent.
At long last, Remus climbed over me. Even in my daze, I could feel the massive club pressing against my stomach. A tiny voice at the back of my head, mostly drowned by bliss, wanted to panic at the prospect of me trying to receive his massive girth. But I squashed it.
We were soulmates, which meant our bodies were perfect for each other.
To my shock, Remus didn’t settle between my thighs. He flipped us around so that he would lie on his back and me on top of him.
I groggily lifted my head to look at him questioningly.
“Rest, my mate,” he said in a gentle voice, made deeper and more gravelly by what had to be unsated desire. “An arduous journey awaits us in the morning.”
“But… What about you?”
He smiled tenderly, caressed my cheek, and then kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m fine, Amara. You have no idea how much pleasure I derive just from your responses to me. Seeing you climax has undoubtedly become my new drug.”
My cheeks heated, and the oddest mix of arousal and embarrassment coursed through me at the thought of how I had responded to his touch. Prim and proper definitely didn’t apply.
Still, I frowned in response. “Be that as it may, you didn’t find your own release. I can still feel how hard your ‘third leg’ is against my stomach.”
He burst out laughing. “My Flame, my ‘third leg’ as you so eloquently put it is constantly hard in your presence. Do not fret about that.”
Although he had meant for this to lighten the mood, I continued to stare at him intently.
Remus sobered and then heaved a sigh. “I’m genuinely happy and satisfied with our encounter.”
Despite the sincerity in his voice, I didn’t need to read mind to know he was holding himself back.
“Is it your illness?” I asked in a gentle voice.
To my surprise, he didn’t flinch or avert his eyes. For a few seconds, he held my gaze unwaveringly, his expression serious as he carefully chose his response.
“I will not risk exposing you to my seed in any way. It is dangerous for anyone, but even more so for you in your current weakened state,” Remus said calmly, but firmly. “Once you are cured, we can consider using condoms woven in protection spells commonly used with demons and other nether creatures. But not before then.”
I wanted to argue, feeling like I was cheating him out of a more-than-well-deserved reciprocity. But after my flare up earlier, I couldn’t risk anything that would further jeopardize my faltering health.
I pinched my lips, my displeasure obvious as I reluctantly nodded in concession.
“Do not pout, my mate,” Remus said gently. “You have no idea what you have already given me. I’ve dreamt of being touched and held the way you have by someone who knows exactly what I am and accepts me as Fate made me. You have given me more joy in the few days we’ve known each other than in any other time I can think of in my entire messed up life.”
My chest constricted for him upon hearing the depth of sincerity and emotion in his voice. However, on top of the potent wave of sympathy it triggered, a powerful sense of protectiveness surged within me for him. I didn’t know when or how, but I would find a way to bring him the peace and happiness he deserved.
“Fine,” I grumbled with a playful poutiness. “We’ll do it your wayfor now. But once I’m cured, I will stop at nothing to make sure you are as well.”
Despite the indulgent smile he gave me, I didn’t miss the glimmer of sadness and resignation that flashed through his golden eyes.
“Believe me, Amara, I have sought the assistance of every healer, shaman, or arcanist possible. I am beyond help.”
“You haven’t spoken to the Weaver,” I argued stubbornly.
“She won’t open her gates for me,” Remus reminded me in a slightly chastising tone.
I shrugged and gave him a mischievous look. “She didn’t before. But I have an in with her now. She wants my blood once I’m cured. I’ll sweettalk my way into convincing her to see you.”
He snorted, and caressed my cheek, his eyes glowing with infinite tenderness.
