Remy
Sebastian, who had collapsed next to her, turned on his side and nuzzled her cheek, peppering it with soft kisses. “I did.”
“Uh…may I ask why?” She reached up to touch the spot. He hadn’t broken skin, but he’d nipped her hard enough to redden it.
“Shifter.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Which you know. Brat.”
“Potayto-potahtoe.” She waved a dismissive hand.
“Au contraire, my queen. And I bet if you read even a couple pages of my shifter,” he hit the word theatrically, “romance, you’d be hooked.”
What was this easy rapport? And following mind-blowing sex. What parallel universe had she fallen into? Had she passed out and hit her head and this was just some bizarre fantasy? It had to be.
Sebastian lowered his mouth to her nipple and began nibbling and sucking, stoking a fresh surge of need between Remy’s legs.
Nope. This was definitely real. He was real. Remy fought to keep her train of thought as Sebastian flicked her nipple.
“That’s what fated mates do. It seals the bond,” he murmured against her. “Then they’re both stronger with the mate bond. Well, technically, she has to bite him too. But sometimes there’s a delay. Like when her wolf is repressed.”
Remy jolted up and faced him, nipple pleasure momentarily forgotten.
This man and his big, unfiltered emotions.
She was quite sure, in the aftermath of amazing sex, he probably thought their connection was lasting.
But Remy knew better. His life and hers ultimately were incompatible.
And he deserved someone less…damaged. Someone newer and brighter and beautiful.
“I don’t have a wolf, repressed or otherwise. And I’m not biting you back, Sebastian Wheatley.” She crossed her arms.
Sebastian beamed at her, appearing unphased by the re-emergence of her self-protective snark. “There she is. My beautiful queen with her barbed tongue. Good thing prickly seems to be an aphrodisiac for me.” He winked and motioned to his cock, which was rising to the occasion. Again.
Remy wasn’t the most experienced woman, but she was pretty sure that short of a sexual refractory period was unusual for a male in his late forties.
He raised his brows and wagged a finger at her. One that had been inside her body not that long ago. A wave of fresh arousal crashed through her. “You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking, my queen.”
Remy giggled. This man made her, a grown-ass woman, giggle. “I’m merely impressed with your recovery time.”
“I’m in the prime of life, I’ll have you know!” Sebastian faked a growl and rolled her onto her back, once again peppering her with kisses all over her face, neck, and chest.
She laughed and batted at him. “Stop, you silly clown!”
She absolutely did not want him to stop.
“Nope,” Sebastian pronounced between kisses. “Now you pissed off my inner wolf and he’s going to have to mate you—spectacularly, I might add— to prove his alpha dominance. If you’re lucky, I might even knot you.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” she asked, trying to catch her breath as his teasing kisses took a more seductive turn.
“Read the book. And when you’re good and turned on, let me know, and I’ll fuck you ‘til you scream.”
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