Page 20 of Destined to the Lycan (The Shadow Realms #3)

Water sloshed around us as Remus waded to the shore, our lips still locked.

Contrary to my expectations, he didn’t head back to the lodge but stopped barely a few meters from the edge of the river and lay me down on what I initially mistook for a bench.

Too distracted by the searing heat of his body against mine, and his callused hands roaming all over me, it took me a moment to realize that the uneven shape beneath me belonged to a large rock covered in moss.

My mate broke the kiss, making me whimper in protest. But his mouth venturing along my jaw line down to my neck quickly silenced any disapproval I might have contemplated.

He kissed and nipped his way down to my breasts while his hands traced a burning trail on my skin, over my stomach, and down my pelvic area.

The twin sensual assault of his hand slipping between my thighs and of his mouth closing over my left nipple sent my mind for a loop.

I didn’t know which sensation to focus on between the rough texture of his tongue licking and laving my nipple and his thick fingers teasing my slit before drawing circles around my engorged little nub.

My breath hitched, and I dug my fingers into the lustrous strands of his thick mane.

Unable to decide whether to press my chest to his mouth to increase the sensation of his ministrations or lifting my pelvis for greater contact with my nether region, I ended up alternating.

In no time, my hips were gyrating while pleading words trickled urgently out of my mouth. I wanted more...

No. I needed more.

As if he sensed my unspoken desires, Remus carefully inserted what I presumed to be his index finger inside me while his thumb continued to massage my clit. He gradually picked up the pace as I began to crest. My legs shook, and the burning fire swelling deep within threatened to consume me.

My climax slammed into me with a suddenness that left me reeling.

I cried out, and my back arched over the moss-covered rock.

I was flying high, waves of bliss still sweeping through me from the intense pleasure he had given me.

My eyelids felt heavy, and my limbs too weak to move as I struggled to get back to reality.

Remus pushed himself up on his forearms and kissed a path up my still trembling body. However, instead of lying on top of me to take things to the next level, he gave me a long and passionate kiss, then straightened.

My vision still blurred, I gave him a questioning look. The possessive tenderness with which he gazed upon me had my toes instantly curling. My inner walls contracted with anticipation as I tightened my embrace around him in a clear signal that I was ready and willing to proceed.

To my dismay, Remus picked me up and carried me like a bride. I was about to argue when it suddenly struck me that he probably wanted us to do the deed for the first time in the comfort of a proper bed.

For the briefest instant, I considered reminding him of our clothes neatly folded on a rock by the river.

Not wanting to interrupt the moment, I dismissed that thought and covered his muscular chest with kisses and caresses as he made his way into the lodge.

Anyway, the weather was fantastic, and there were no signs of rain any time soon.

The deep growl that vibrated through his chest had me throbbing in all the right places.

I almost urged him to move faster as he climbed the stairs to the second floor at a leisurely pace.

But I kept silent, content to tweak and nip at his perky nipples.

I could feel the steely rod of his shaft pressing against my side with each step.

Too focused on groping my man, I barely paid attention to our surroundings. It was only when he lowered me onto the mattress that I realized we had entered the bedroom. A thrill coursed through me as I crawled back further onto the bed and extended a hand towards him in a beckoning fashion.

A searing flame was burning low in my belly, its intensity further fanned by the predatory look on Remus’s gorgeous face. His sclera having turned pitch-black with desire, the call of his Twin Flame made his golden eyes glow with an otherworldly light that was both terrifying and thrilling.

Once again, my mate took me aback by not lying on top of me.

Although he joined me on the bed, he spent the next eternity kissing and caressing every inch of my body, worshipping me with his hands, mouth, and tongue.

Every time I attempted to reciprocate, he would pin my wrists to the mattress or flip me onto my stomach to pursue his ministrations.

He would only turn me onto my back once I yielded to his will.

But when the rough texture of his tongue found its way to my engorged nub again, my mind all but fractured. Each flick of his tongue felt like lightning bolts struck my clit and radiated its blissful tendrils throughout my body.

Remus’s smug and approving growls resonated directly in my clit as I shouted his name in ecstasy.

His thick fingers slipped inside me, moving at a frenzied pace as they made love to me.

My head rolled from side to side as an endless stream of throaty moans tumbled out of me.

Before I could recover from this latest orgasm, a blinding light exploded before my eyes when he crooked two fingers inside me, grazing my sweet spot just the right way for me to shatter.

My head spun, my skin tingled, and a raging inferno set my veins ablaze. My lover continued to devour me while fucking me with his fingers until I lay limp like a broken doll. Only then did he relent.

At long last, Remus climbed over me. Even in my daze, I could feel the massive club pressing against my stomach. A tiny voice at the back of my head, mostly drowned by bliss, wanted to panic at the prospect of me trying to receive his massive girth. But I squashed it.

We were soulmates, which meant our bodies were perfect for each other.

To my shock, Remus didn’t settle between my thighs. He flipped us around so that he would lie on his back and me on top of him.

I groggily lifted my head to look at him questioningly.

“Rest, my mate,” he said in a gentle voice, made deeper and more gravelly by what had to be unsated desire. “An arduous journey awaits us in the morning.”

“But… What about you?”

He smiled tenderly, caressed my cheek, and then kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m fine, Amara. You have no idea how much pleasure I derive just from your responses to me. Seeing you climax has undoubtedly become my new drug.”

My cheeks heated, and the oddest mix of arousal and embarrassment coursed through me at the thought of how I had responded to his touch. Prim and proper definitely didn’t apply.

Still, I frowned in response. “Be that as it may, you didn’t find your own release. I can still feel how hard your ‘third leg’ is against my stomach.”

He burst out laughing. “My Flame, my ‘third leg’ as you so eloquently put it is constantly hard in your presence. Do not fret about that.”

Although he had meant for this to lighten the mood, I continued to stare at him intently.

Remus sobered and then heaved a sigh. “I’m genuinely happy and satisfied with our encounter.”

Despite the sincerity in his voice, I didn’t need to read mind to know he was holding himself back.

“Is it your illness?” I asked in a gentle voice.

To my surprise, he didn’t flinch or avert his eyes. For a few seconds, he held my gaze unwaveringly, his expression serious as he carefully chose his response.

“I will not risk exposing you to my seed in any way. It is dangerous for anyone, but even more so for you in your current weakened state,” Remus said calmly, but firmly.

“Once you are cured, we can consider using condoms woven in protection spells commonly used with demons and other nether creatures. But not before then.”

I wanted to argue, feeling like I was cheating him out of a more-than-well-deserved reciprocity. But after my flare up earlier, I couldn’t risk anything that would further jeopardize my faltering health.

I pinched my lips, my displeasure obvious as I reluctantly nodded in concession.

“Do not pout, my mate,” Remus said gently.

“You have no idea what you have already given me. I’ve dreamt of being touched and held the way you have by someone who knows exactly what I am and accepts me as Fate made me.

You have given me more joy in the few days we’ve known each other than in any other time I can think of in my entire messed up life. ”

My chest constricted for him upon hearing the depth of sincerity and emotion in his voice.

However, on top of the potent wave of sympathy it triggered, a powerful sense of protectiveness surged within me for him.

I didn’t know when or how, but I would find a way to bring him the peace and happiness he deserved.

“Fine,” I grumbled with a playful poutiness. “We’ll do it your way for now . But once I’m cured, I will stop at nothing to make sure you are as well.”

Despite the indulgent smile he gave me, I didn’t miss the glimmer of sadness and resignation that flashed through his golden eyes.

“Believe me, Amara, I have sought the assistance of every healer, shaman, or arcanist possible. I am beyond help.”

“You haven’t spoken to the Weaver,” I argued stubbornly.

“She won’t open her gates for me,” Remus reminded me in a slightly chastising tone.

I shrugged and gave him a mischievous look. “She didn’t before. But I have an in with her now. She wants my blood once I’m cured. I’ll sweettalk my way into convincing her to see you.”

He snorted, and caressed my cheek, his eyes glowing with infinite tenderness.

“We’ll see,” he replied in a non-committal fashion. “But whatever the future holds, the Weaver already blessed me by sending you to me. I am happy.”

I melted as I snuggled deeper into him. “So am I.”

“Sleep, my mate. We have a tough journey ahead.”