Chapter 19 #2
Remi froze, swollen cock in hand, his lips pulled back in a grimace, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths, completely at a loss for words.
Cristie didn’t speak. She stepped into the shower with him and went down on her knees before him, reaching up to replace his hand with her own.
He didn’t let go of himself, looking down at her through the steam permeating the bathroom.
“Move,” she said, pushing at his hand.
“You…”
She shushed him gently, shaking her head to keep him from speaking. Then, with one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, she leaned forward and sucked its tip into her mouth.
Remi let out a deep, almost threatening groan, slapping his hands against the tiles at his back as his hips thrust forward in response to her touch.
Cristie leaned forward, allowing her lips to caress his length as she sucked as much of him as she could into her mouth, before pulling her head away from his body, allowing him to almost completely fall from her mouth, then held just the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking as she swirled her tongue around him, flicking the underside of the head as she worked him with her hands.
Remi’s hips began to work in conjunction with her pulls on his cock.
When she pulled back, he pulled away from her.
When she leaned forward, taking more of him into her mouth, he thrust forward.
It was heaven, and more than he’d ever dared to dream, but her being in control of their interlude didn’t last very long.
He wanted more. He pushed off the wall at his back and tangled both of his hands in her hair, holding her head still while he thrust into her eager mouth, looking down at her, his Dragon, peeking through his eyes every once in a while.
Cristie looked up at him, as she changed her grip on his cock to only one hand so she could reach between his legs and fondle his balls.
He actually hissed, allowing her to stroke him, play with him, suck him almost to completion for a few more minutes before pulling her up off her knees, lifting her into his arms until they were eye-to-eye.
His eyes were heavily hooded, another sign of his arousal as he looked into her eyes.
He shook his head. “Not that fast. I don’t want this to end yet, and I don’t want it to end in your mouth the first time. ”
“What if I want it in my mouth?” she asked.
“Then I’ll give it to you, as much as you want, but not the first time.
” Holding her up against his body, he slid one hand down to stroke her slit with his thumb, finding her slick and swollen.
“I want to be buried so deep inside you that even I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull free.
I want you whimpering. I want you begging.
I want to fuck you so hard we both forget we even know who the other is other than the fact that we’re mates. Nothing but instinct and need.”
“Instinct and need,” she echoed as he pressed his thumb inside her as her body eagerly grabbed at his finger, trying to pull him in further. Cristie cried out, trying to push herself down on his thumb.
He shook his head as he pulled his thumb away, sliding her down his body until she felt his cock probing at her entrance.
Her breath caught as he angled his hips just right and pushed his way in — no gentleness, no preparation, just a forceful push, and he was fully seated.
He supported her body with both hands beneath her ass, his hands gripping her cheeks as he lifted her, then let her slide back down his cock.
“Remi!” she exclaimed.
“Not hard enough. You still know who I am,” Remi grumbled, shoving the shower curtain aside and stepping out onto the bath mat.
He walked into the bedroom, placed one knee on the bed, then let go of her so she’d fall to the bed beneath him.
Still inside her, he thrust forward harder than he should have, but he was making a point.
She was his. Every single part of her body was his, and he’d never let her go.
He looked down at her, her eyes glazed with pleasure as he pulled his hips back and drove his cock into her welcoming pussy again and again as her muscles tried to lock down on him.
But he refused to be stilled. He went up on his knees, grabbed her legs and lifted them from the bed, sliding his hands down to the backs of her knees where he forced them toward her shoulders, causing her ass to come up off the bed, giving him better access to slam his hips against her as he pounded her body with his own.
“God! Remi!”
He growled, and shook his head. “Still know me,” he mumbled and doubled down.
He flipped her onto her side, sliding himself between her legs, one below him, the other in his grip and bent up toward her chest as he scooted so close to her he could barely move with every inch of his cock buried inside her.
He reached down with his other hand, stroking her clit as he massaged her cervix with the head of his cock, giving short, hard little thrusts.
She was whimpering, her sheath still trying to milk him, tightening and releasing around his length. She let out a high-pitched keen, grabbing at his hands where they held onto her leg.
“Hurt?” he growled at her.
She opened her eyes and focused on him, then nodded quickly before closing her eyes again. “Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered.
Remi grinned to himself, but didn’t break stride. Didn’t stop stroking her clit, didn’t stop pushing her beyond her limits.
Her breath stuttered, and she grabbed for his arm again, her claws piercing his skin. He looked down at his arm and the tiny spots of blood that appeared beneath her claws, only barely protruding from her partially shifted fingers.
“There it is, Cristie. You feel it?”
“Mmhmm, Mmhmm, yes!” she rushed out.
“What do I get? If I let you have it, what do I get?” he asked as he stopped stroking her clit, pulled his hips back just enough to release some of the pressure he’d been exerting deep inside her.
“No! No, please!” she begged.
He let go of her leg, giving the impression that he was moving away from her.
“Anything! Anything! Just don’t stop!” she begged.
“Anything,” he repeated.
“Yes!”
He nudged himself back up against her, and forced his cock back to its deepest place, his head rubbing her cervix as he hunched against her and gave her short, sharp little jabs of his cock as it butted up against the deepest part inside her channel.
“Hold this,” he ordered, pushing her leg closer to her chest.
Cristie’s hands immediately came around her own knee, bending it close to her own chest and keeping it out of the way while he started stroking her clit again.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Her eyes flew open as he slipped a finger into her ass, pressing against the bulge his shaft made inside her pussy and stroking against it as she began to pant, throwing her head back, her upper back arching as she gripped her own knee, her toes pointing, while he held all power over her in those moments, gradually bringing her to completion with the pleasure-pain he delivered non-stop by stimulating every part of her lower body at the same time.
She tried to speak, but only sounds and whimpers escaped her.
He felt the flutters in her pussy as her body prepared to tip over the edge into ecstasy.
Her breasts pressed against the thigh she cradled against her chest as he gave her no mercy at all. Her nipples were hard and pebbled, a ruddier hue than they normally were as a flush worked its way up her body.
“Say it again,” he demanded, rubbing her clit so fast even he found it hard to focus on his fingertips, while the constant friction against her cervix had the head of his cock swelling more than even he thought it could.
He added another finger to the one already in her ass and stroked inside her there, too, where he could feel the girth of his own cock through the walls of her pussy challenging her limits as it swelled inside her.
He mimicked the actions of his cock in her pussy, as he stroked his fingers inside her ass.
She tried to speak again, her lips quivering, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, her body trembling, as she locked her gaze on his.
Remi lifted his shoulders just enough in a shrug for her to see it. “Say it.”
“An, Any, thing,” she whispered.
“That’s nice. And what else?”
“Mmm,” she stammered, knowing what he needed. Knowing what she needed.
He didn’t stop anything he was doing, but he gave no indication that he’d take her over the edge he’d had her poised on either. He just kept her where she was, teetering on the precipice. She had to give him what he wanted or his Dragon wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she sought.
“Mm, mmmate,” she finally got out.
Remi smiled at her. “Yes. That’s it. That’s exactly it.”
He pulled his hips back, almost leaving her channel, then stroked forward in long, strong, strokes while maintaining everything else he was doing.
Cristie screamed as she came, her entire body seizing, her muscles locking as she rode out the best orgasm she’d ever had.
Remi snarled as he filled her body with his seed, pumping stream after stream into her pussy before he quickly in one motion, pulled out of her pussy and forced just the head of his cock into her ass to fill her there, too.
Cristie was still trembling, lying below him as he remained over her on his knees as he caught his breath.
He eased the tip of his cock out of her ass, then picked her up and yanked back the covers to lay her beneath them.
He crawled his way up her body, pulling the covers with him up and over his waist, then paused over her on all fours to look down at her.
Cristie opened her eyes and looked up at him as she fought for breath.
“Mate,” he said firmly.
“Mate,” she said shakily rolling to her back beneath him.
Remi nodded, then lowered his head down to her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth to flick with his tongue.
Cristie moaned, arching her back to press more of her breast into his mouth.
Remi obliged by sucking harder, holding easily half her breast in his mouth — then he bit down almost two inches above her aureola, encircling her breast with his bite.
Cristie screamed in surprise, another orgasm tearing from her, but nothing like the first.
Remi held his bite on her breast for only long enough to be sure it would scar, then he released her and began prodding at her body, his cock searching for entrance again until he finally found his target and pushed inside her, this time his intent nothing more than simply bringing her and himself both to another orgasm.
He stroked into her now sore channel, supporting himself above her, as he kissed her lips, her neck, even bent himself awkwardly to be able to lave the mating bite he’d just placed on her very sensitive breast.
He was surprised when Cristie began to meet his thrusts with her own as her arms reached for him, her hands grasping at his shoulders and back.
Since they were both so sensitive from all they’d just experienced, it took only a couple of minutes before they were clinging to each other, riding out another wave of pleasure as he filled her again, her channel tightening around him as he groaned with his release.
He allowed his body to relax against her, his cock still deep inside her as he supported his upper body on his bent elbows, his forehead resting against the pillow her head laid on, his face obscured by her hair spread out across it.
“You’re mine, Cristie.”
Cristie didn’t speak. She turned her head in his direction, pausing to press a kiss to his shoulder, then turning her face more toward him as she searched through all her hair for the spot she wanted.
When she finally faced him, her nose was pressed against the bottom of his neck, her mouth just at his collar bone.
She angled her head just enough to be clear of his collar bone, kissed the spot, then sank her teeth into the soft flesh right below the collarbone.
Remi snarled, then growled as she continued to hold onto him. He could feel the hot, labored exhales through her nose against his neck as she continued to keep her jaws clamped on his skin. He didn’t care. He’d remain still for as long as she wanted him to — she was finally his.
Gradually he started noticing her body relaxing more and more, and her jaws eventually went lax, releasing him.
When he eased away from her and looked down at her, he laughed softly. She was asleep. Her eyes closed, her muscles completely relaxed, her breathing steady and even. Sound asleep.
Havoc had once told him that you know you loved your woman good, satisfied her completely, if she went to sleep right after. If she wanted anything other than sleep, you weren’t finished yet. And Cristie was most certainly snoozing.
He smiled as he kissed her forehead, then slipped out of bed and went to make sure everything was locked up tight before he allowed himself to fall asleep, too.
He padded into the kitchen, locked the door and checked the windows, then followed his nose over to the stove.
He picked up the pot of hot chocolate, sniffed it, then drank it down straight from the pot as he walked around the living room checking windows and the front door.
Having finished the hot chocolate, he put the pot in the sink, ran some warm water into it and washed his hands.
He grabbed his and Cristie’s phones off the table in the kitchen, then stopped in each of the other bedrooms and the extra bathroom to check those windows, too, before he finally crawled back in bed, leaving their phones on his bedside table.
He turned onto his left side as was his habit, sighed in satisfaction, and closed his eyes.
The moment Cristie felt his warmth behind her she moved toward him, snuggling up against him and wrapping her arms around him from behind.
Remi smiled to himself, marveling at the intense sense of peace that had descended on him.
This was what he’d yearned for all his life.
And now that he’d achieved it, it was more than he’d ever thought it could be.
It wasn’t just claiming your mate, or being claimed.
It was spiritual. A spiritual awakening and a bonding of two spirits that were meant to be one all along.
It was something he’d never, under any circumstances take for granted.
Cristie mumbled behind him, squeezing closer to him.
“I got you, or, you got me,” he said, with a grin since she was holding him from behind. “You’re safe, Cristie. Sleep, baby.”
Cristie settled in, letting out a little snort followed by a soft snore as she released a deep breath and fell into a deep sleep again.
Remi chuckled silently, making a vow to himself to never tell anybody that she snorted in her sleep. She’d probably beat him if he did.