Page 52 of Destined to the Lycan
He yanked me up with such strength and at such a speed that, for half a beat, I thought I would fly across the room and crash into a wall. But he rose from the water at the same timeas he was lifting me, and I found myself slamming against the burning heat of his body. He crushed my lips with an almost savage kiss as he stepped out of the tub.
Water trickled down from us, and I vaguely felt guilty about the mess we were making. But my mate’s hands feverishly caressing my body, and his mouth devouring mine wiped out any such thoughts from my mind. I loved the feel of his tongue swirling around mine, his delicious taste, and the hungry way he always kissed me. He claimed my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if his very survival depended on it.
And I fucking loved it.
Too soon, he broke the kiss. When his hands glided down my back to wrap behind my thighs, I thought it was either to carry me to the bed, or to lift me up and impale me on his cock. It had been straining against my stomach since he’d taken me out of the tub. That thought fanned the flames of lust setting every part of me ablaze. As much as I dreaded his girth, I ached to be filled by him, to be one with my soulmate. The bulge of his knot pressing against my pelvis had me even more impatient to feel him inside me.
A startled cry escaped me, and my stomach flip-flopped like when one experienced a rapid ascent or descent, when Remus lifted me up at dizzying speed. I tried to hang on to his shoulders as the ceiling came rushing towards me, only to end up clenching his hair as my man settled me on his shoulder, facing him. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, the inferno of his mouth sucked on my clit.
I let out a strangled moan and threw my head back. If not for his left hand on my back, I likely would have toppled over. Remus proceeded to feast on me with a voracious appetite. Each flick of his tongue on my engorged little nub was like a shot of liquid bliss directly in my veins. He dipped it inside me, curving it just the right way to graze my sensitive bundle of nerves,making me beg for more. Voluptuous moans tumbled out of me in an endless string.
My climax didn’t build slowly but came at me like a freight train, leaving me disoriented and boneless in my man’s arms. I felt myself fall, only to be cradled in his embrace. Still dazed as the tremors of bliss continued to course through me, I vaguely felt Remus sit me in his lap and use a towel to dry me.
My skin erupted in goosebumps, and a delicious shiver ran down my spine as my mate took care of me. His mouth would follow in the wake of wherever the towel touched me. Remus lay me down on the bed to wipe my legs, his short beard tickling my skin as he peppered more kisses their entire length.
Through hooded eyes, I watched him make quick work of drying himself before he tossed the towel in the general direction of the two chairs. My mouth watering, I stared in awe at his godly body as he stood next to the bed, his cock proudly erect. I extended a hand, beckoning him. He climbed onto the bed, and I spread my legs to make room for him as he settled on top of me.
For the next eternity, we exchanged kisses and caresses. A few times, I thought he would finally take things to the next level, but he always appeared to hesitate before resuming his tender attentions.
At long last, after a deep and passionate kiss, Remus lifted his head to lock eyes with me. My stomach quivered now that the moment had arrived. His golden eyes flicked between mine, searching. I gave him an encouraging smile. The nervous one he responded with surprised me.
He’s scared his seed will hurt me.
“It’s okay, Remus,” I said softly, brushing a few locks of his damp hair from his face. “You’re not going to hurt me. To the contrary, you will help make me better until we reach the plateau. I want this with you.”
A powerful emotion flitted over his face, and I tightened my embrace around him.
“I want this with you too, my Flame. But what if it was a trick, or some twisted mind game? What if he’s wrong? I cannot bear the thought of harming you. Even worse, losing you will kill me.”
“You won’t lose me, Remus. Doppelgangers cannot lie,” I said in a reasonable tone. “And you said it yourself that Lyall really cares about me. He would never tell you to do something that would hurt me.”
“I know. You’re right,” he said in a shaky voice. “It’s just…”
He heaved a sigh, defeated. I smiled, my heart swelling with affection for him. I cupped his face with both hands and bore my gaze into his.
“We’re Twin Flames, Remus. Fate made us for each other. It only makes sense that your curse would be my salvation until we can get to the cure. This is right. Thisfeelsright. Be mine and let me be yours.”
“My Flame…” he whispered with something akin to adoration.
I drew his face to mine and claimed his lips. He promptly took charge and deepened the kiss with a hint of desperation. After a few more caresses, Remus positioned the tip of his cock at my opening. He didn’t push himself in right away, but locked eyes with me again, his gaze intense.
I loved how he always gave me a chance to back out and made certain I was all in, every step of the way. It only reinforced how safe he made me feel. I smiled and nodded my consent. Worry flicked through his eyes. Even as Remus began penetrating me, he couldn’t fully hide the inner turmoil still raging inside him.
However, my gasp of discomfort had him fully refocusing on me. My man was massive. I’d known it would be a tight fit, but I didn’t expect it to be this much. I forced myself to relax by concentrating on the warm feel of his soft skin around me, hishands caressing me, and the sweet words of encouragement he whispered between kisses.
With shallow, careful thrusts, Remus gradually gained centimeter after centimeter until my body yielded. I hissed at the slight pain, while my man’s chest vibrated with a deep growl. I didn’t know whether it had hurt him, but I felt so incredibly full, I didn’t doubt his cock was getting squeezed something fierce.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. His powerful body slightly trembled on top of me. I wondered if pain, pleasure, the fight to remain still while I adjusted to his girth, or a mix of all of the above caused that reaction. I was taking shallow breaths, assessing the sensation of him deep within. Although it hadn’t swelled yet, his knot was perfectly positioned to apply pressure on my G-spot. I slightly moved my pelvis and gasped as an electric jolt of pleasure radiated outward when his knot rubbed me just the right way.
Remus opened his eyes to look at me. I should have been terrified by how his dilated pupils had become, the blackness of his sclera having almost fully swallowed the golden ring of his irises. My toes instantly curled, and my inner walls contracted around his cock with a will of their own.
My mate inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth, and once more closed his eyes tightly shut. This time, I no longer doubted that he was fighting a losing battle against the intense pleasure prodding him to start moving. My own moans rose from my throat as each involuntary spasm sent a flurry of sensations coursing through me, from his knot to the ridges lining his shaft.
My hands glided down his muscular back to settle on his scrumptious behind. I gave each cheek a good squeeze, then pressed them down while lifting my pelvis closer to his. He didn’t need me to make my meaning any clearer.
A strangled gasp tore out of me as he carefully started rocking in and out of me. Each movement was driving me insane with the intensity of the pleasure I felt. Sure, being so thoroughly stretched created some discomfort, but that very snugness also multiplied the blissful sensations of his knot and ridges against my sensitive inner walls. The almost feral sounds emanating from my mate added gallons of fuel to the fire growing inside me.
A pool of lava swirled in the pit of my stomach, the searing heat radiating outward throughout my body and to my extremities. Each thrust sent electric tendrils to my nerve endings. Remus quickly picked up the pace, taking me deeper, faster, and harder. And I met him thrust for thrust. Soon, he was pounding into me. The pleasure-pain of his savage possession had me tumbling down an endless vortex of delight I never wanted to emerge from.
