Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“Take off your bra,” I command, flexing my fingers.
She reaches behind her back, her hands steady, doing what I want.
The lace falls to the floor, and she stands proud.
“Thank you, baby.” I release her neck and drag my hand down between her gorgeous breasts.
“Your skin is so soft. Unmarked.” I continue, traveling to her stomach, and her breathing quickens.
“Don’t move.” I ease down, crouching, and slide my fingers under the edge of her panties.
As I pull, her scent grows stronger. I don’t have to ask her to lift her feet; she does it eagerly, and I make sure not to snag the lace on her heels.
“I want to fuck you in nothing but these sexy heels.”
“Yes, Sir,” she moans.
“I love that,” I hiss. She knew my preference without me voicing it. I press two fingertips to her ankle, leaving them to travel as I stand. Once I meet her eyes, I thrust them inside her.
“Shit,” she cries, grasping my arm.
“You’re so hot, baby,” I hum, gliding in and out. “I want you to ask me.”
“Sir?”
“Ask me to fuck you,” I demand, increasing my speed. Her eyes flutter, and her mouth opens.
“Please, Sir, fuck me,” she breathes.
“So good.” I remove my hand, and she rocks forward.
“Move to the mirror, hands flat on the glass,” I instruct, and growl low, seeing her obey immediately.
“Tilt your hips, and watch.” Taking off my jacket, I drape it over the chair, and begin to unbutton my shirt. “Keep your eyes on me the whole time.”
“Yes, Sir,” she rasps.
“Widen your legs.” I stare at her lovely ass as she moves her feet. Once I finish with my buttons, I yank my shirt from my pants, but leave it on. “Are you ready for me?”
“I am,” she whispers.
“If your arms start to hurt, say so. This is never about pain, only pleasure.” I unzip my pants and grip my cock. She stares at my hand. “Do you understand?”
“I'll tell you if I’m uncomfortable,” she says quickly, her eyes flicking up.
“Good girl,” I hum, stroking myself. I step closer and use my other hand to grip her hair. “I’m going to take you fast. We have forever to go slow. I need you too badly.”
“Please,” she groans.
“I love that.” I close my eyes briefly. “I love hearing you beg.” I curl over her and slide my nose across her back.
“Your smell.” I bite lightly, carefully.
“You want me.” I lick her. “Take your mate.” I thrust, and she whimpers.
“Fuck, yes.” I start to move, and she pushes her hips back.
“No.” I grip her waist. “Do not move.” She stills, and I continue to glide.
“Perfect, baby. Let me do all the work.” I set a steady pace, and my mate lets me take control.
“How does it feel?” I pull her hair, and I love the desire swirling in her eyes and in the air.
“So good, Sir,” she groans.
Standing straight, I look at where we are joined, and thank the universe for giving us such a perfect mate.
I underestimated her power over me and have to hold myself back.
I’m on the verge of coming inside her, and I need her to explode first. I want to give her all the pleasure she deserves.
I’ve never had an issue with always staying in complete control.
Haven brings out the beast in me. My jaguar is basking in her scent.
He pushes me to bite her. We both know that we have to wait for my brothers.
Marking her now will set off the mating bond, and without her other mates here, she would be in more pain, and the bond won’t be complete without them.
It’s better that I keep my teeth away from her skin.
She looks so delicate compared to my bulk behind her, and it makes me harder.
“Remy…Sir,” she moans.
“Do you want to come?” I ask, increasing my speed.
“Yes, please.” She pulses around my cock, and I grit my teeth. “I need…”
“Come, Haven. Cover me in it,” I demand, and the next second, she's crying out.
Her eyes close, and I watch her. “Stunning.” I bend my knees slightly and take her hard.
Her hands slip, and I wrap my arm around her, supporting her.
“Yes,” I hiss, and come. Releasing her hair, I slap the mirror beside hers and cover her.
My thrusts shorten and slow. I relish the tightness of her, and the warmth of our combined pleasure.
The waves of pleasure go on as I glide slowly, giving her everything I have.
Her moans continue, her walls tight around me.
She drops her head forward, trusting me to hold her steady.
My desire for her has built steadily since first seeing her.
Being with her now was more powerful than I thought possible.
I stop moving and hold deep inside her. “Are you alright, baby?”
“Mmm…” She slowly lifts her head and meets my gaze in the mirror. “Perfect.” She grins.
“Glad to hear it,” I smirk, squeezing her waist. “Are you steady?” I ease away slightly.
“Maybe.”
“Hold still,” I say softly, looking down. I slide my arm away as I back away. Gritting my teeth, I place my hand above her ass and step back.
“Bathroom?” she asks.
“To the left of the dressing room. Don’t clean up,” I demand, and she stands straight.
“Sir?” She tilts her head.
“I want you to smell like me,” I say.
“Alright,” she says slowly.
“Do you need help?” I ask as she takes a step.
“No.” She smiles slightly, and I watch her walk away.
I exhale harshly and stare into the mirror.
My pants are hanging low, my cock glistening, and my shirt open.
I feel something stir in my heart. For a very long time, I doubted I had the capacity to love.
I’ve locked my emotions behind a vault, knowing if I didn’t feel anything, I wouldn’t be hurt again.
Seeing Lawson for the first time since we were children, the vault creaked open.
He was my brother, yet a stranger. I felt the pull towards him, and it took months to realize the love I felt for him, and he wouldn’t leave us again.
Haven has pierced the hard shell around me, and I don’t want to build my defenses back up. I love her. I love everything about her. Shit. I look down when I hear her returning, and zip my pants.
“Are we going to be late?” she asks, stopping in front of me.
“No. We have time to find more clothes,” I say.
“I should get new underwear.” She reaches for my shirt, buttoning it. “If I put mine on, I’ll get the clothes wet.” She gazes up at me, biting her lip.
“Then choose wisely.” I tilt my head. “Your panties smell like you.”
“Remy,” she laughs, patting my chest.
“Haven,” I hum, and tangle my fingers in her hair. “All of us are possessive fuckers. We want any shifter to know who you belong to.”
“If it means something to you.” I nod. “Okay,” she says softly.
“Thank you, baby.” I kiss her gently. “For the beautiful gift you gave me.” I tug her silky strands.
She presses close. “Thank you for treating me like a gift.”
“You are. Do not doubt it,” I growl.
I’ll spend the rest of my time on Earth convincing her.