Chapter Nine
Iris
Remus’s kiss is everything my body has been craving since bonding.
The anxiety, the constant thoughts, the discomfort of my body—all of it has silenced with his lips against mine.
He is gentle as his hand wraps around my waist, pulling me in closer, and I revel in the warmth of his body as it molds to mine.
All the doubts I had have evaporated with his kiss, and though I know at the back of my mind I will regret this, at the front of my mind, I don’t seem to care.
I don’t recall us leaving the party, nor do I remember the trip home.
But I am glad for the lapse in my memory as he deepens his kiss, laying me gently on the bed I’ve been sleeping alone in for the past few days.
Feeling him on top of me fills the ache as his tongue slips past my lips, tangling with my own.
My arousal hits me with so much intensity that I moan against his mouth, pressing myself into him to ease the ache of my nipples straining against this elaborate gown.
As if sensing my thoughts, Remus’s hand gently pulls at the fabric, and it’s suddenly gone.
His hands roam over me knowingly, taking in every piece of my body that he can at this moment, as if he’s scared I am going to push him away. But I’m not. I crave this. I crave his touch, and as his hand brushes over my nipple, I break the kiss to gasp from the pleasure it sends between my legs.
Remus uses the opportunity to capture my throat between his lips, lightly tugging at the sensitive flesh as his thumb flicks my nipple continuously before moving between my legs.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against my throat.
And I believe him as his fingers find my folds easily, immediately rubbing my clit the way he knows awakens me further.
My legs spread slightly, welcoming more of him without saying anything as he goes back to kissing me while coaxing all the pleasure he can from my body.
You wouldn’t think I was just warned about the power this alien holds.
The way he touches me, as if desiring everything I can give, makes it difficult to think about the danger that is Remus.
In this moment, as he breaks the kiss to take in the desire in my eyes, he is not frightening.
He is curious and filled with need for me and me alone, making me shudder as he pushes a finger inside of me.
He slides in easily, as I am soaked from only having kissed him.
It makes me realize that refraining from his touch the entirety of this trip was hurting me more than helping me, as my body has calmed down in ways I never thought it would.
And now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to the way I was before.
I need him.
“Ah!” I gasp as he adds another finger.
My inner walls greedily pull at his fingers as he thrusts knowingly, but it still isn’t enough.
I want more. And the longer we remain like this, the more desperate I grow.
My nails dig into the sheets as his mouth closes over my nipple, his tongue flicking lightly over it as he continues to stroke me from within.
My cheeks burn with desire, and my body wants more than just his fingers.
I want him. All of him. Nothing else matters at this point.
“Did you miss me as well?” Remus murmurs.
He pulls his fingers from me, earning a grunt of frustration as my eyes fly open.
My heart beats wildly as Remus remains above me, his eyes glowing in excitement.
He’s removed his clothes as well, so he is completely naked with me in the bed, the lean muscle covering his body visible even in the dim light of the room.
He leans back into me, his hand grasping my jaw as he kisses me gently. His thumb rubs comfortingly over my cheek, and excitement explodes inside of me when I feel his cock between my legs. My sex pulses and aches with need, praying that he won’t drag this out any longer.
He breaks the kiss, his hand drifting under my back as he uses his other to guide himself into me. I moan as he rubs his tip against my aching sex, coating himself in my arousal. And as he leans over me, slowly pushing inside of me, my eyes widen as my skin flushes with pleasure.
He stretches me slowly, making me moan and whimper beneath him as my body tries to accommodate his size. My nails dig into his back as he enters me, and when he is fully inside, our breathing fills the air.
Remus’s eyes meet mine, and he places his finger under my chin.
“Did you miss me, Iris?” he repeats.
“I—Ngh!” I moan as he thrusts. It feels amazing, pushing me closer to the edge than I thought I was. I’m seconds from coming apart, and Remus knows it. He slows his thrusts, pulling out of me at a snail’s pace, earning another moan of frustration from me.
“Just be honest,” he laughs, licking my pulse. “You only stand to gain from your honesty.”
He emphasizes his words by thrusting again, making my eyes water as I try to move my hips against his.
“Come on, Iris. Answer me,” he purrs.
He reaches under us, gripping my ass to hold me firm as he plunges into me from above. My moans and cries echo in the chamber as he finally gives me what I’ve been craving since our bond. And I give in just as easily, my cries of pleasure filling the air.
“Yes! Yes—Ah!” I moan.
My heart beats frantically as my body heats up in a way it hasn’t before, and I feel a tingle in the back of my mind. My pleasure heightens, intensifying with each thrust as my world grows vivid. I feel like I’m on a high of pleasure, my body shattering in Remus’s arms.
I can no longer moan as screams are forced from my throat.
My inner walls clamp down desperately on Remus’s thrusting shaft, gripping and pulling at him as he receives pleasure from it. My eyes roll back, and my toes curl from the intensity of the pleasure, and I rub my hips against Remus, meeting his thrusts as I try and draw out my climax.
I slowly come down from my high, my sex sensitive as it spasms lightly on Remus’s cock.
And as I do, I note that Remus is watching me with an intense expression, a grin ghosting over his mouth as he looks at me.
Then, I realize he didn’t finish. He’s still fully erect, the excitement becoming unmistakable as he looks down at me, pleased to have knocked this wall down so soon.
He leans over me, kissing the tip of my nose lightly.
“Don’t worry. We are far from done.”
Remus
I’ve never felt this before—this aching sadness. It’s debilitating as it runs over me. It’s coupled with loss, pain, anger, betrayal… so many hurtful emotions that I choose not to feel every day.
It makes breathing difficult.
I slowly open my eyes, immediately registering the slightly cooler body spooned to my front.
Iris’s breathing is deep; after last night, she will probably be asleep for a few more hours.
Heat rushes to my cock as I take in her scent.
Her skin is soft under my touch; her ass nestled right over my hardening shaft.
I tense as a tear falls from my eye. These aren’t my emotions.
I pull in a deep breath, calming myself down as I decipher my emotions from Iris’s.
From the moment we bonded, I put a wall between Iris and me so that we won’t stumble upon one another’s most vulnerable feelings.
But I couldn’t control myself as we had sex.
I wanted every part of her, and at that moment, understanding the pleasure and desire that ran through her was intoxicating.
Feeling her in that way was…intimate. And I forgot to raise the block before falling asleep.
Now, the foremost of her emotions are rushing over me, making me feel what she feels.
I knew she missed her home. And I somewhat understood the weight she felt of her brother’s betrayal.
But the emotions radiating from her now are unbearable.
It’s too many feelings and confusion melding with each other to further complicate things—a self-loathing for the excitement that exists in a new world.
I gently pull Iris closer, feeling the disruptions under her skin before sending waves of healing over her body.
I also sense she is exhausted. The planet’s gravity and atmospheric composition are taking a toll on her.
And as long as she fights the bond between us, she will only get worse.
But after feeling her inner turmoil, I know she will hold out as long as she can.
All she has to do is accept her new life and move on, and these feelings would disappear. But she won’t. She will hold fast to them until she can no longer purposefully suppress them.
I quietly get out of bed, ensuring I don’t wake her as I make my way out of the room.
I myself am exhausted. I’ve never gone so long without feeding, and Iris’s emotions, mixed with the trouble Iriel’s trial will bring in the future, are things I am not looking forward to.
Iriel’s betrayal is just a steppingstone for more Leviathan who feel opposed to our rule.
And it will become even more tedious if more become aware of Ezra’s weakened condition during his time on Earth.
Even if he wasn’t entirely truthful about the injuries he sustained, he allowed Leviathan to get information on his genetic makeup. He has revealed that he is vulnerable, which will, in turn, make any enemies think we all are. But that is not the case.
Ezra has always been different from Xion and me.
The lights come on as I enter the kitchen, and I quickly go through the pantry and the fridge, ensuring Iris has enough food and nothing has gone bad.
I chuckle softly as I study the food sourced from Earth.
It was the only thing I could think of to make sure she felt somewhat comfortable, but as I recall the emotions swirling inside her, I see how foolishly optimistic I was. It just shows how different we are.
I thought I could give her a “choice” she would be happy with making in the end.
She would learn to accept her decision because of the world around her that is much more at peace than hers ever was.
But she still mourns for those who turned on her.
For the boy she betrayed me with...for the world that showed her nothing but disdain.
I release a deep breath as an intense feeling settles in my chest. I recognize it instantly, mingling with another I’ve come to know only in Iris’s presence.
Jealousy.
But it’s more than a dislike for her attention being elsewhere.
It’s a disregard for everything surrounding her as my own desires rush to the forefront.
It’s a need to be around her every single moment, filling her senses with me.
I want everything she has to offer. I want her mind, her body, her freedom.
And the longer I mull over it, the more intense it grows.
The world around me darkens as I focus on the emotions I feel.
Her happiness, her sadness—I want it all to revolve around me.
I tense as sharp pain rushes through my head, followed by an intense flash. It’s the same vision I had just after the council meeting the other day. Except this time, I can decipher at least one thing.
I am a child, and the wave of energy rushing through me is much more satisfying than anything I’ve ever felt.
This is what I’ve wanted all along, not what I’ve been forced to believe.
And as I look around, I am pleased by the sight of Leviathan surrounding me, dead at my feet.
Their bodies robbed of life by a single touch.
A loud crack pulls me from the vision, and I look down at the countertop, which has now been shattered in confusion.
The vision was so clear. But it didn’t feel like a vision.
It felt like a memory. It held small nuances that I am aware of for some reason.
And I don’t recall it ever happening. I try to push it away, but it settles, only that one instance.
Nothing before or after it comes to mind.
I shift my attention to the countertop. Once again, something has happened that I have no control over.
I didn’t mean to do this. Same with the table in the meeting room the other day.
It’s why I was so angry with Iris for coming so close to me when I was meditating.
Something could have happened to her as a result.
I don’t know what’s going on, but it doesn’t seem like an isolated incident. It feels like it is the beginning of something for which I am not prepared for.