Page 32 of Destined to the Lycan (The Shadow Realms #3)

He lifted his head to take a breath. A bolt of lust exploded in the pit of my stomach when I locked eyes with him.

His sclera was pitch black again, and his golden eyes glowed as he bared his fangs at me.

I gasped when the tip of his finger began probing my slit.

I’d been so hypnotized by his mesmerizing gaze that I hadn’t even noticed the movement of his hands on me.

I inhaled sharply when he inserted a second one, moving them slowly in and out of me while his thumb massaged my clit.

He just knelt there, his chin still touching the water while his gaze bore into mine.

All I could hear was my labored breathing, the water splashing from his movement, and a low, almost menacing growl vibrating from his chest in a steady flow.

My hands clenched each side of the tub as he accelerated the movement.

Pleasure steadily grew inside me. It took me a moment to realize that the water splashing around us wasn’t solely due to my man’s ministration, but also to my own hips that had begun gyrating as I ground my core against his hand for greater friction.

Intense pleasure struck me like lightning when he crooked his fingers to graze my sweet spot. I emitted a sharp cry, closed my eyes, and threw my head back.

“No!” Remus growled, startling me.

He slipped his free hand behind my nape, forcing me to look back down at him with an almost savage expression on his face. I gaped at him, stunned.

“I will see your pleasure. It is mine to feast my eyes on,” he said menacingly.

Cue exploding ovaries.

I closed my right hand around his wrist still holding my nape. My nails dug into his flesh as I began to crest again. The urge to close my eyes again clawed at me, but I couldn’t look away from him. He was both magnificent and terrifying with his fangs bared in a snarling grin.

My orgasm swept me away so abruptly, I likely would have sunk underwater had he not been holding me up.

A drawn-out moan followed my blissful shout as my mate rubbed my clit with even more intensity to keep me flying high.

It wasn’t before I felt the rough texture of his tongue on my nipple that I realized I’d broken eye contact with him.

He greedily sucked on my hard little nub while still fucking me with his hand.

His mouth kissed a path back up to my own, and he passionately claimed my lips, swallowing each of my moans. Remus relented at last and lifted his head to study my face with a smug expression. I wanted to smack him, but his arrogance was justified.

He didn’t resist when I slightly pushed back on him so that I could return the favor.

Once again, his gaze remained locked on my face while I touched every inch of his perfect body.

I shamelessly half-washed but mostly groped him.

It was surprising how soft and comfortable I felt in his arms considering he was likely the leanest person I had ever seen.

Every muscle was well-defined, but not in a disturbingly bulgy fashion.

Every time I would lean forward to kiss or lick his chest or nipples, Remus would cup my nape with his hand, but never in a restraining fashion.

He would gently scrape the base of my skull with his nails.

For the strangest reason, each motion resonated directly in my clit.

Only once I closed my hand around his shaft did he hiss and fist his hand a bit more forcefully in my hair.

He still didn’t try to control my movements, but his abdominal muscles constricted, and he clenched his teeth as if in an effort to keep control.

I gently stroked him. With each movement of my hand, Remus appeared to straighten more and more in the tub, eventually starting to lean forward.

It felt like watching a feline slowly and quietly closing in on an unsuspecting prey before leaping for the kill.

My nipples ached, and my inner walls contracted spasmodically with the thrill of anticipation. I wanted to be caught, subdued, and ravaged by my man.

It happened faster and much sooner than I expected.

He yanked me up with such strength and at such a speed that, for half a beat, I thought I would fly across the room and crash into a wall.

But he rose from the water at the same time as he was lifting me, and I found myself slamming against the burning heat of his body.

He crushed my lips with an almost savage kiss as he stepped out of the tub.

Water trickled down from us, and I vaguely felt guilty about the mess we were making.

But my mate’s hands feverishly caressing my body, and his mouth devouring mine wiped out any such thoughts from my mind.

I loved the feel of his tongue swirling around mine, his delicious taste, and the hungry way he always kissed me.

He claimed my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if his very survival depended on it.

And I fucking loved it.

Too soon, he broke the kiss. When his hands glided down my back to wrap behind my thighs, I thought it was either to carry me to the bed, or to lift me up and impale me on his cock.

It had been straining against my stomach since he’d taken me out of the tub.

That thought fanned the flames of lust setting every part of me ablaze.

As much as I dreaded his girth, I ached to be filled by him, to be one with my soulmate.

The bulge of his knot pressing against my pelvis had me even more impatient to feel him inside me.

A startled cry escaped me, and my stomach flip-flopped like when one experienced a rapid ascent or descent, when Remus lifted me up at dizzying speed.

I tried to hang on to his shoulders as the ceiling came rushing towards me, only to end up clenching his hair as my man settled me on his shoulder, facing him.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, the inferno of his mouth sucked on my clit.

I let out a strangled moan and threw my head back.

If not for his left hand on my back, I likely would have toppled over.

Remus proceeded to feast on me with a voracious appetite.

Each flick of his tongue on my engorged little nub was like a shot of liquid bliss directly in my veins.

He dipped it inside me, curving it just the right way to graze my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me beg for more.

Voluptuous moans tumbled out of me in an endless string.

My climax didn’t build slowly but came at me like a freight train, leaving me disoriented and boneless in my man’s arms. I felt myself fall, only to be cradled in his embrace.

Still dazed as the tremors of bliss continued to course through me, I vaguely felt Remus sit me in his lap and use a towel to dry me.

My skin erupted in goosebumps, and a delicious shiver ran down my spine as my mate took care of me. His mouth would follow in the wake of wherever the towel touched me. Remus lay me down on the bed to wipe my legs, his short beard tickling my skin as he peppered more kisses their entire length.

Through hooded eyes, I watched him make quick work of drying himself before he tossed the towel in the general direction of the two chairs.

My mouth watering, I stared in awe at his godly body as he stood next to the bed, his cock proudly erect.

I extended a hand, beckoning him. He climbed onto the bed, and I spread my legs to make room for him as he settled on top of me.

For the next eternity, we exchanged kisses and caresses. A few times, I thought he would finally take things to the next level, but he always appeared to hesitate before resuming his tender attentions.

At long last, after a deep and passionate kiss, Remus lifted his head to lock eyes with me. My stomach quivered now that the moment had arrived. His golden eyes flicked between mine, searching. I gave him an encouraging smile. The nervous one he responded with surprised me.

He’s scared his seed will hurt me.

“It’s okay, Remus,” I said softly, brushing a few locks of his damp hair from his face. “You’re not going to hurt me. To the contrary, you will help make me better until we reach the plateau. I want this with you.”

A powerful emotion flitted over his face, and I tightened my embrace around him.

“I want this with you too, my Flame. But what if it was a trick, or some twisted mind game? What if he’s wrong? I cannot bear the thought of harming you. Even worse, losing you will kill me.”

“You won’t lose me, Remus. Doppelgangers cannot lie,” I said in a reasonable tone. “And you said it yourself that Lyall really cares about me. He would never tell you to do something that would hurt me.”

“I know. You’re right,” he said in a shaky voice. “It’s just…”

He heaved a sigh, defeated. I smiled, my heart swelling with affection for him. I cupped his face with both hands and bore my gaze into his.

“We’re Twin Flames, Remus. Fate made us for each other. It only makes sense that your curse would be my salvation until we can get to the cure. This is right. This feels right. Be mine and let me be yours.”

“My Flame…” he whispered with something akin to adoration.

I drew his face to mine and claimed his lips. He promptly took charge and deepened the kiss with a hint of desperation. After a few more caresses, Remus positioned the tip of his cock at my opening. He didn’t push himself in right away, but locked eyes with me again, his gaze intense.

I loved how he always gave me a chance to back out and made certain I was all in, every step of the way.

It only reinforced how safe he made me feel.

I smiled and nodded my consent. Worry flicked through his eyes.

Even as Remus began penetrating me, he couldn’t fully hide the inner turmoil still raging inside him.