Page 31 of Destined to the Lycan
“What are—?”
The question died on my tongue when he began washing my back for me. I leaned into his touch and bent my head down to give him better access to my nape. By the gods! His hands were so hot, the heat seeped deep into me, all the way down to my bones. I couldn’t decide if I felt more languid or aroused.
Too soon, he stopped. I glanced over my shoulder to find him slowly using the soap on himself.
That annoyed me.
A part of me wondered if all of this was truly as innocent as it seemed, with him simply being attentive to my needs, or if he was deliberately teasing me. Whatever the answer, I didn’t care. Without thinking, I nabbed the soap from his hand. His frown of confusion turned to surprise when I worked up a lather then started rubbing the soap all over his chest.
Remus clenched his teeth, and the right corner of his upper lip quirked into a semi-snarl. The throbbing in my nether region increased at the sight of his fangs peeking through his partially parted lips. He wasn’t attempting to intimidate me. Idoubted he was even aware of his current expression. The way his abdominal muscles contracted beneath my palms further seemed to confirm my assumption that an effort to suppress his sexual urges caused that snarl.
He swallowed hard, a mix of tension and disappointment gleaming in his golden eyes when I rubbed my palms over his pelvis before circling around to his back instead of pursuing my journey south. Remus leaned into my touch as I washed his back. His muscles appeared to bulge and gain even more mass, coaxing me into giving him an impromptu semi-massage.
Nine Hells! No male should be so perfect. I wanted to rub myself all over him. Instead, I caressed a path down his spine, enticed by the lure of his perky behind, which begged to be grabbed. His breath hitched when I ran my hands over both perfectly round globes and gave them a proper squeeze.
A low growl rose from his throat. It sent the most delicious shiver coursing through me. My stomach did a backflip when Remus turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, his fangs bared, and his sclera the darkest Obsidian. He looked as if he wanted to ravage me right there and then.
Truth be told, I wanted him to.
I wasn’t the type to kiss on the first date. And yet here I was, ready to go all the way with a Lycan I met only a handful of days ago. The depth of trust he stirred within me defied any logic. When the Weaver told me I needed to find a guide I would trust with my life, I had believed her to be insane. But here we were, naked in a river, and me already visualizing a future with this male.
Eyes locked with his, I slipped my hand to his front in a bold caress. He hissed when my fingers closed around his length. The twin bulges of his knot pressed against my palm. I lowered my eyes to peer at my prize as I launched into a journey of discovery. But it was thwarted before it even fully began.
A startled yelp escaped me when Remus suddenly spun around, placed both of his hands on my behind, and lifted me in a powerful movement. For a split second, I feared he was just going to impale me on his thick cock in a single savage thrust. But he simply slammed me against his body before claiming my mouth in a brutal and hungry kiss. On instinct, I wrapped my arms and my legs around him.
Effortlessly holding me with one hand below my butt, Remus fisted my hair on my nape then tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. A bolt of lust exploded in my nether region as our tongues mingled. The sweet taste of the mulled cider I prepared for us earlier lingered on his breath. However, it was the unusually rough texture of his tongue that retained all my attention. Each caress resonated directly in my clit. My wild imagination immediately started picturing what it would feel like between my thighs.
As we continued to kiss, the sharp tips of his fangs grazing my tongue or bottom lip whipped my blood into a frenzy. I’d never pictured myself as an adrenaline fiend. And yet, this sliver of danger turned me on beyond words. The cool water around us clashed in the strangest way with his increasingly feverish skin. That my presence put my man in heat could no longer be denied.
Water sloshed around us as Remus waded to the shore, our lips still locked. Contrary to my expectations, he didn’t head back to the lodge but stopped barely a few meters from the edge of the river and lay me down on what I initially mistook for a bench. Too distracted by the searing heat of his body against mine, and his callused hands roaming all over me, it took me a moment to realize that the uneven shape beneath me belonged to a large rock covered in moss.
My mate broke the kiss, making me whimper in protest. But his mouth venturing along my jaw line down to my neck quickly silenced any disapproval I might have contemplated. He kissedand nipped his way down to my breasts while his hands traced a burning trail on my skin, over my stomach, and down my pelvic area.
The twin sensual assault of his hand slipping between my thighs and of his mouth closing over my left nipple sent my mind for a loop. I didn’t know which sensation to focus on between the rough texture of his tongue licking and laving my nipple and his thick fingers teasing my slit before drawing circles around my engorged little nub.
My breath hitched, and I dug my fingers into the lustrous strands of his thick mane. Unable to decide whether to press my chest to his mouth to increase the sensation of his ministrations or lifting my pelvis for greater contact with my nether region, I ended up alternating. In no time, my hips were gyrating while pleading words trickled urgently out of my mouth. I wanted more...
No. Ineededmore.
As if he sensed my unspoken desires, Remus carefully inserted what I presumed to be his index finger inside me while his thumb continued to massage my clit. He gradually picked up the pace as I began to crest. My legs shook, and the burning fire swelling deep within threatened to consume me.
My climax slammed into me with a suddenness that left me reeling. I cried out, and my back arched over the moss-covered rock. I was flying high, waves of bliss still sweeping through me from the intense pleasure he had given me. My eyelids felt heavy, and my limbs too weak to move as I struggled to get back to reality.
Remus pushed himself up on his forearms and kissed a path up my still trembling body. However, instead of lying on top of me to take things to the next level, he gave me a long and passionate kiss, then straightened.
My vision still blurred, I gave him a questioning look. The possessive tenderness with which he gazed upon me had my toes instantly curling. My inner walls contracted with anticipation as I tightened my embrace around him in a clear signal that I was ready and willing to proceed.
To my dismay, Remus picked me up and carried me like a bride. I was about to argue when it suddenly struck me that he probably wanted us to do the deed for the first time in the comfort of a proper bed.
For the briefest instant, I considered reminding him of our clothes neatly folded on a rock by the river. Not wanting to interrupt the moment, I dismissed that thought and covered his muscular chest with kisses and caresses as he made his way into the lodge. Anyway, the weather was fantastic, and there were no signs of rain any time soon.
The deep growl that vibrated through his chest had me throbbing in all the right places. I almost urged him to move faster as he climbed the stairs to the second floor at a leisurely pace. But I kept silent, content to tweak and nip at his perky nipples. I could feel the steely rod of his shaft pressing against my side with each step.
Too focused on groping my man, I barely paid attention to our surroundings. It was only when he lowered me onto the mattress that I realized we had entered the bedroom. A thrill coursed through me as I crawled back further onto the bed and extended a hand towards him in a beckoning fashion.
A searing flame was burning low in my belly, its intensity further fanned by the predatory look on Remus’s gorgeous face. His sclera having turned pitch-black with desire, the call of his Twin Flame made his golden eyes glow with an otherworldly light that was both terrifying and thrilling.
Once again, my mate took me aback by not lying on top of me. Although he joined me on the bed, he spent the next eternitykissing and caressing every inch of my body, worshipping me with his hands, mouth, and tongue. Every time I attempted to reciprocate, he would pin my wrists to the mattress or flip me onto my stomach to pursue his ministrations. He would only turn me onto my back once I yielded to his will.
