Page 392 of Hell Hath No Fury
It made sense, in a way. He was our pack Alpha,myAlpha, and I would always want his praise, but now that felt heightened to the hundredth degree.
My insides quaked with need and want. My fingers twitched at my sides as I struggled to pull in a full breath.
His head tilted to the side. “Come here.”
My feet were moving before my brain gave them the okay. When I was within grabbing distance, he reached out and hauled me the rest of the way to his chest. A low groan of appreciation rumbled out of his chest as he dipped his head and nuzzled his nose against the length of my throat.
Hooking a finger in the collar of my t-shirt, he tugged it aside and bared my claiming mark.
My heated skin shivered under his attention, begging for more, but the words stuck in my dry throat as I waited for him to dosomething.
When his lips brushed across the scar of my mark—a mark he’d given me when we’d completed our bond—my world went white and my knees buckled.
Remy caught me with ease the way he always did.
Physically. Emotionally.
Any way a man could catch a woman, he did every time.
Swinging me up into his arms, he carried me to the bed and laid me down before stepping back and looking at me like a sacrifice he was prepared just for his pleasure.
Another cramp hit my stomach accompanied by more wetness seeping out between my legs. “Remy.”
His eyes snapped to mine as I whimpered his name. He smiled at me, his eyes full of love and adoration. “I’ve got you, babe,” he vowed, reaching for my pants and tugging them down alongside my underwear.
Cool air hit my hot center and I flinched, the sensation sending another powerful cramp and gush of arousal as Remy knelt on the floor and fit his massive shoulders between my thighs.
I started to squirm, but he settled a hand low on my stomach and pinned me to the bed effortlessly. His strength was no match for mine, it never would be.
“You smell fucking incredible. So wet, so perfect, Skye,” he managed, sounding like he was barely restraining himself.
Personally, I could’ve done with a littlelessrestraint right now.
I was about to start begging when I felt the flat of his tongue swipe through my folds. The tip barely touched my clit and I detonated, bucking and jerking as my first orgasm overwhelmed me.
Fisting my hands in the comforter, I couldn’t even cry out. My jaw was locked tight as my body contracted. He kept licking and working me through my first wave and dragged me right into a second. His lips suctioned around my clit, his tongue lashing the pulsing nub, as he easily slipped two fingers into me, curling them and massaging my insides.
Finally my mouth opened and the cry that erupted past my lips sounded more like a howl than a human sound.
My wolf was losing her damn mind.
As great as Remy’s mouth and fingers were, I needed more.
Reaching down, I fisted my hand in his hair and yanked. I felt him smile against me before pressing an almost chaste kiss to the top of my mound and crawling up my body.
He paused at my shirt, gripping the bottom. I started to lift up so he could pull it over my head, but he ripped it straight up the middle with barely a flick of his wrists. He tugged away the remnants of my shirt before getting me out of my bra in the same way.
“Damn,” I panted, staring up at him in wonder. I shot him a smug smile, loving the wild and slightly out of control glint in his dark eyes.
The corner of his mouth hooked up in a smirk as he reached behind his back and fisted his shirt to yank over his head. Seriously, how did guysdothat?
He tossed the shirt across the room, and I licked my lips as I watched the hard muscles of his chest and stomach work.
Mate, my wolf practically sang as he reached for his pants.
I pushed myself up to my elbows, not willing to miss the first view of his thick cock as it sprang free. My mouth freaking watered to the point I had to swallow.
He shucked off the rest of his clothes and then covered my body with his. The tip of his cock nudged my opening, and Isplayed my legs as wide as I could, throwing off every signal that I could that my body was his for the taking.
