Page 57 of Destined to the Lycan (The Shadow Realms #3)

Remus flipped me onto my back. His pitch-black sclera, his golden eyes glowing in an exotic fashion, and his fangs bared in a menacing snarl had a bolt of lust exploding in my core.

Something primal snapped inside of me. I grabbed his face with both hands and crushed his lips with mine.

Remus emitted another growl, this time deeper, hungrier, that resonated directly in my clit.

The scent of his arousal struck me with force, acting like a potent aphrodisiac that had moisture instantly pooling between my thighs.

I couldn’t tell if my strong reaction was due to the novelty of me now being able to perceive it.

Either way, it had my inner walls palpitating with the need to be filled.

Remus broke the kiss, his fangs softly grazing my skin on a path down to my neck.

His hands boldly caressed my body. As his lips wandered towards my chest, my mate emitted a frustrated growl.

The sound of my nightgown ripping under a decisive swipe from his claws made me realize the fabric obstructing his exploration of me had prompted this destructive response.

Far from upsetting me, it heightened my own arousal. There was something incredibly erotic about the almost feral way my man was acting. This hint of danger, of being at the mercy of the wild beast who would have given his life for me was the biggest turn on.

I arched my back and moaned as his mouth closed around my left nipple.

This new body’s sensitivity was off the charts, each touch and sensation enhanced a thousandfold.

The rough texture of Remus’s tongue on my taut little bud made my toes curl.

I sank my fingers into his silky mane and lifted my chest for greater contact as he licked and sucked on my nipple.

His left hand glided down my waist and over my pelvis before slipping between my thighs.

I spread my legs to give him better access.

My underwear met the same fate as my nightgown.

But all I cared about were his thick fingers teasing my slit and my clit before sinking inside of me.

My inner walls instantly contracted around them, greedily drawing them in deeper to fill the endless void that screamed for him.

The scent of my own arousal, combined with his, further fanned the fire burning in the pit of my stomach in a vicious cycle that grew exponentially in intensity.

I ground my sex against his hand, seeking greater contact as he crooked his fingers and began to expertly rub on my sensitive bundle of nerves with each motion.

My climax came hard and fast. I shouted my mate’s name as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

A strangled moan escaped me when the searing heat of his mouth settled on my clit.

It shouldn’t have been possible, but the inferno raging inside me burnt even more fiercely.

I crested higher until a second orgasm slammed into me before I ever recovered from the first one.

My entire body thrummed with bliss as my mate continued to devour me, his free hand caressing me as I slowly came back to reality. He kissed his way back up, reclaiming my mouth with a possessiveness that had me tingling in all the right places. I spread my legs wider, making my desires clear.

He didn’t resist.

Remus settled between my thighs and pushed himself in.

The first thrust made it clear that my rebirth had reset everything .

I almost growled in frustration as my body resisted him.

Protective as always, my mate began inserting himself with slow and careful movements.

But I wanted him to throw all caution to the wind and unleash his beast on me.

I sank my claws into his back. For a brief instant, I feared I might have broken skin, which had not been my intention.

Thankfully, the absence of the smell of blood reassured me.

However, it had the intended effect. Remus growled against my lips and started thrusting into me a bit more forcefully until my body yielded.

We both hissed at the burn of his sudden invasion yet welcomed the pleasure-pain it gave us.

Remus didn’t pause to let me adjust to his girth and pursued his rocking motion, his speed gradually picking up.

To my dismay, as soon as I started gyrating beneath him, wanting more, my man suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach.

I instantly propped myself up on all fours.

The pool of lava swirling in the pit of my stomach erupted in powerful streams of liquid flames that flooded my veins.

My burning anticipation was quickly sated as my mate rammed himself in with one powerful movement.

A blissful growl vibrated in my throat as I began to rock back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust. That same primal instinct resurfaced as Remus started taking me deeper and harder.

I tumbled down a vortex of bliss, each stroke of his cock, each caress of his knot against my sensitive spot, setting off electric sparks on my nerve endings.

His claws pricking my skin as he firmly gripped my hips had my own claws extruding further, digging into the ground.

The light breeze caressed our feverish bodies while carrying the sound of our voluptuous moans and growls.

As pleasure built towards yet another apogee, something shifted inside me.

An odd pressure in the lower half of my face finally took on its full meaning when a sharp sting stabbed my gums before a pair of fangs descended.

My spine appeared to expand, and my muscles tensed.

But Remus’s fingers rubbing my clit just as his cock was striking my sweet spot at the perfect angle thwarted whatever phenomenon had attempted to take place.

I threw my head back and cried out as ecstasy swept me away for the third time.

The sound that came out of me was a strange mix between a shout and a howl.

Remus emitted a savage roar, his grip tightening painfully on my hips.

At first, I thought he had also surrendered to bliss, but he continued to pump in and out of me, his movements erratic until he got his emotions under control again.

This time, as soon as I regained my own composure, the ‘phenomenon’ that had begun to manifest itself before I tumbled over the edge came back with a vengeance.

My fangs ached, my skin burned, and something in my throat swelled.

It felt like having some sort of glands.

But my muscles also joined the fray as a surge of energy coursed through them.

I suddenly pulled away from Remus, mid-thrust. He appeared stunned when I turned around, still kneeling, and bared my fangs at him with a menacing growl.

His stupor gave way to an air of pure lust that had my nipples harden painfully while more moisture trickled down my inner thighs.

I lunged at him, pinning him to the ground on his back.

He didn’t resist or fight back, his lips stretching into a feral smile, exposing the sharp tips of his intimidating set of double fangs.

Still driven by instinct, I rested both my palms on his broad chest, my claws pricking his skin, and I impaled myself on his cock in one swift movement.

He threw his head back, his face dissolved in an air of pure bliss as he growled with pleasure.

My mouth watered, and the aching sensation in my fangs went up another notch as I stared at his exposed throat.

I began to ride him with unbridled abandon.

By the gods was he beautiful and all mine.

The world around us ceased to exist. All that mattered was the perfect man beneath me, his hands on my hips holding me as if he feared I would disappear, his cock filling me to the brim as he thrusted upward in counterpoint to my own movements, the sound of our voices mingling in a voluptuous chant, in the infinite love that burned in his eyes locked with mine.

A tingling sensation at the back of my head nearly broke the lustful trance that had engulfed me.

I almost cast it out to refocus on the intense pleasure building within me.

But it persisted, needling me like a gnat buzzing in my ear.

Only once I granted it my attention did a doorway I never expected opened.

It wasn’t something to which I could give a physical description.

It felt like a new channel of communication or level of consciousness had been established.

And then I heard his beloved voice in my mind.

“Bond with me, my Flame,” Remus said telepathically.

My eyes widened, and the aching in my fangs intensified exponentially to almost painful levels. My glands swelled even more. And a cool liquid dripped from the tips of my fangs. I didn’t know how to reciprocate but never got a chance to.

Before I could respond, my mate slipped his right hand between my legs and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

My spine seized, and my orgasm crash into me with the violence of a tsunami.

I didn’t cry out. I roared, and guided by instinct, I darted forward, burying my fangs into his neck.

Through my voluptuous haze, I heard Remus roar even more savagely than I did at the same time his seed exploded inside me, filling me to the brim.

Simultaneously, my own glands deflated as my essence flowed through my fangs into him.

Still flying high on the wings of ecstasy, I vaguely felt him yank my head back, removing my fangs from his neck.

Then the sting of his bite in my own neck quickly faded, replaced by liquid bliss flooding my veins.

It triggered another climax that left me wrecked and boneless as I collapsed onto his chest, destroyed.

“I love you, my Flame,” Remus whispered, his arms tightly wrapped around me. “Welcome back.”

Head resting on his chest, I smiled and tightened my embrace. “I love you, too, Remus. Thank you for bringing me back and for never giving up on me.”

We remained in each other’s embrace, locked together by his knot, and linked for eternity, body and soul by our bond. With Fate, the Gods, and nature as our witnesses, we were one.