Chapter 14
REMY
I was beyond excited about our trip to the cabin, but equally terrified it was going to go terribly wrong.
I kept telling myself it would be fine. We cared about each other.
He was understanding and kind and would forgive me for not telling him right away.
But a part of me worried I was lying to myself, that when it came down to it, he was going to get scared and run away.
It was time, though. I’d already waited far too long.
Part of my plan for the weekend included making sure he had the car keys so if he wanted to leave, he could.
I could find my own way home, but I refused to make him feel trapped.
Ideally, we’d be at his place, where he felt safest, but he didn’t exactly live in a shifter-filled neighborhood. Neither did I.
I considered having him meet me there, but he got so excited about the trip and stopping for snacks along the way that I couldn’t find it in myself to bring it up.
This was all going to work itself out. At least, that was what I had to hold on to, because any other result was unacceptable to me.
I was double and triple-checking everything on my list for the weekend when I heard a car pull into the driveway.
I wasn’t expecting anyone until I met up with Hari in a few hours and figured it was a delivery I’d forgotten about.
I went to the window and was shocked to see it was Hari. Wasn’t he working?
He climbed out of the car and came racing to my door, like something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. My stomach dropped. I didn’t know the matter, but it couldn’t be good.
I opened the door, and he rushed in, looking me up and down over and over again, not saying a word for the longest time.
“You care about me, right?” he finally asked.
“More than anything,” I said. Where was this coming from?
“And you’ll never hurt me, right? I mean, maybe hurt my feelings by accident, but not like… hurt me, hurt me, right?”
“Are you asking if I would hit you?” What had I done to make him fear that? Or maybe it wasn’t me and a friend of his was in a bad situation. Either way, all I wanted to do was soothe him and let him know that everything was going to be fine and that he was always safe with me.
“Not really. Um… just answer the question.”
“I could never physically hurt you. Ever. And if one day I accidentally hurt your feelings, please trust me that it would hurt me more, and I would do everything I could to make it right.”
My guilt made a resurgence. The possibility I’d already done something to hurt him was very real. I was the worst mate ever, he just didn't know it yet. He also didn’t know I was his mate. Gah, I was so good at making a mess of things.
“Okay. Okay.” He took a step closer and pushed the door closed behind him. “That’s what I needed to hear.”
Before I could say another word, he slammed his lips against mine, kissing me hard, his hand behind my head holding it steady. He licked the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. Despite being unsure what was happening, I gave it to him because it felt so good.
We’d kissed before. We’d kissed countless times, a lot of pecks, a few makeout sessions that went a little further, but never anything like this. There was a desperation to it, and my koala took that as a sign it was time to mark our mate. It was not.
I’d heard stories of shifters who accidentally marked their human mates before they talked about their shifter side, and they always worked out. That wasn’t going to be me, though. Consent was important, especially in something that was life-altering the way mating was.
I took a slight step back and took in his face, trying to figure out exactly what he was feeling, what was going wrong or right. I wasn’t sure which, but something was up.
All I saw was a desire equal to mine.
“Is everything okay?” I asked. Had he done that without all the weird questions, I wouldn’t have thought any other than getting him into bed, but something had happened, and I wanted to figure it out.
“No talking,” he said. “No talking, omega. Take me to your room, please. I need to feel your hands on me, your lips on me. I need to feel you. I need to be inside you.”
There was no way I could deny him, not when he was so needy like this.
“I need that too, alpha. I need that too.”
Instead of me taking him in, he scooped me up and carried me to my bed.
The consent had already been given, and he was done talking.
He set me down long enough to strip me of my clothing.
He wasn’t wasting time with sweet words or slow reveals.
Hari was getting straight to business, and I was loving it.
As I reached for his shirt, he put my hands down on his pants.
He pulled his shirt up and over his head as I rid him of his jeans.
Now we were standing there, both of us naked, my slick already forming, both of our cocks hard and ready.
I took a second to enjoy the view before I was pulled back into his embrace, his mouth finding mine, kissing me just as passionately as earlier.
We stood there, our bodies pressed together, our hard cocks side by side between us, and kissed.
Our hands began to move, mine exploring the muscles on his shoulders and reaching down to his firm ass, his doing the same to mine, and then I started losing track of what was happening, giving into feelings and all thinking by the wayside.
His fingers danced along the planes of my chest, his teeth nipping at my nipples, licking a path up my neck to that spot right behind my ear where he sucked gently the way I loved.
Next thing I knew we were on the bed, a pile of limbs, both of us grasping at each other in a lust-fueled frenzy. It was like we’d been holding back for too long, and now that we allowed ourselves, we were no longer holding back.
I grabbed his cock, stroking him gently, loving the moans that came from him. All too quickly he gently removed my hand, mumbling that he wanted to be inside me when he came. I’d never felt more desired.
Hari walked his fingers along my side and down further and further until he reached my hip.
He bit my bottom lip, and then his fingers were at my slick entrance, circling it before sliding one finger inside.
He fucked me with it, his mouth claiming my moans, and then added a second finger and a third. I was so ready for him.
“Need. Inside. Alpha. Please!” There was no coherent sentence to be found, but he didn’t need one, he felt the same.
I started to turn over, planning to go on my hands and knees, but he pushed my shoulders down. “No. I want to look at you when I knot you for the first time. I want to see your face and for you to see mine.”
And not for the first time, I wished he already knew that I’d been his since the day I scented him. To have him know… truly know that this was more than “the next logical step” in the relationship. That our joining meant everything to me.
“Yes! Please!”
After putting a pillow under my hips, he pushed my legs back, giving himself a view of just how slick I was for him and lined himself up with my entrance.
He was as desperate as I was, but you wouldn’t know it from the way he slowly entered me, making sure I was okay with each and every inch of his length. It felt so good, so whole, so complete.
“Move. Move, please. Move,” I begged.
Slowly at first and then faster and faster, he thrust into me, telling me how wonderful I felt wrapped around him. I grabbed his arms, wanting to hold on, to make sure he wouldn’t stop.
He tenderly caressed my cock, as if knowing that anything else would have me coming on the spot.
But even that was too much, and I found myself calling out his name as my orgasm rushed into me before I could push it down.
He helped me ride out my orgasm before pounding into me harder and shooting his cum inside me as his knot filled me.
And then he did something I wasn’t expecting. Not now, not ever. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into my neck and said the word, “Mine,” marking me as his.
Holding my koala back took all my strength. My mate might not know what his action meant to shifters, but he knew I was his, and for now, that was enough.
My only regret was that he didn’t know who I was before he made his decision.