Page 33 of Pet: Torment

I shift my attention to the shelf, taking in the gifts he gave me to help me ease the suffering of losing my home world. I feel bitter resentment rising up as I imagine how he felt when he thought these would ease the ache.

“You really don’t get how I feel. I can’t just make this go away. It is going to live inside of me for the rest of my life. And it will come and go as I grow, but I can’t just…put it behind me. It only happened a few months ago,” I say. “But you wouldn’t understand that, would you? You don’t understand anything, and I don’t know why I expected you to after you told me you can’t even remember being a child.”

Remus is stoic as I speak, hiding any emotion, if possible, from me. “You and me should not be together, Remus. You can’t expect this to work. You will never understand me, you will never be able to relate to anything about me, and when I die in the short span of fifty years, you will forget I existed, but I will never forget how I feel being by your side—Ah!”

I cry out as my back is suddenly against the wall, with Remus between my legs, holding me between him and the wall. His expression is unreadable.

“You chose this. Youchose, Iris.”

My body is overstimulated by his closeness. My skin prickles in excitement, and my heart beats wildly, yet I feel somewhatrelieved. My body is warring with my mind as the effects of the bond intensify.

“Regardless of who I am, what I’ve done, how I emote…you chose me,” he growls.

I swallow my scream as he changes before me. His eyes tremble the same way they did the day he bonded with me. His skin seems to illuminate as his hair gently floats, even though there is no breeze in here. I tense when I feel something shifting in my mind, my panic increasing.

Remus is using the bond.

But it is both ways at this moment. The rush of foreign emotions is overwhelming, but not as terrifying as the darkness that swallows me as Remus’s most forefront emotion makes itself known in my mind—what I mistook as desire is actually his unbridled obsession.

Chapter Fifteen

Iris

Noah was right. The bond is something that a human should never endure. I am simultaneously excited and terrified. I am suffocating, yet every breath I take is intense enough to pull a moan from my lips. My longing has been overwhelmed by awe. I don’t know what is my emotion or what is Remus’s.

I can’t think straight.

Remus’s touch is like fire as he rubs his palm along my sides, feeling every inch of my body. His right hand settles on my breast, his thumb lightly rubbing my nipple as his left hand grips my jaw, holding me steady as his lips capture mine. The arousal I feel is as intense as it’s ever been as it mingles with Remus’s. In this moment, I don’t understand how he has been able to remain so calm by my side and refrain from touching me as long as he has.

I tremble against him as his tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with my own. He tastes sweet, and I thrust my chest out to feel more of his touch as our arousal tangles. My inner walls ache with the desire to be touched by him, and he senses it. He breaks the kiss, his lips finding my throat as his hand drifts from my breast to my sex.

A small tingle emanates on my thigh, and I know instantly it’s Remus using his gifts to remove my clothes. Seconds later, I feel his fingers between my legs, playing with my folds before slipping between them, finding my clit. My hands fly to his hair as he pulls my skin between his teeth, and my vision blurs with pleasure from just his fingers. He knows exactly how to bring me to my release, and I feel the heat of his erection pressed against my thigh as he stimulates me.

His kisses move lower, capturing my nipple between his lips as his finger teases my entrance, pushing inside. I release a shuddering breath, my fingers running along his arms before resting on his back. His skin is scorching beneath my touch, but I don’t mind.

“Ohh!” I moan as he adds another finger, his tongue lapping at my nipple. I toss my head back in pleasure as Remus pumps his fingers in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to my release. I squeeze my eyes shut, thrusting my hips greedily into his palm as he pushes me over the edge.

My sex pulses with pleasure, sending warmth throughout me.

“Ah, Angh, Agh!” I moan, my eyes opening just in time to come face to face with the most ethereal set of eyes I’ve ever seen. Remus stares at me in fascination, his eyes drinking in every piece of me. I’m beautiful. I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I know it without him having to voice it. Our minds are connected, my pleasure all he desires in this moment. I am all he desires—everything about me, including the smallest piece of my attention.

He wants all of it.

I cry out as his arms shift under me, my back once again coming flush with the wall as he steps between my legs, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance.

Look at me.

The words never leave his lips, but they dance across my mind in a beautiful sequence, convincing me with little effort to continue to look into his eyes as he enters me. He slowly stretches me as his hips shift, his eyes glittering before me, rivalingLlorawith the swirl of color within them. The blue inside of his eyes shines bright as his hips come flush with mine.

The warmth he emits, mingled with my sensitive sex, makes me squirm as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding myself steady. His eyes lower to my lips just as my tongue dips out to wet them. And he once again has me in a kiss so heated that I can only moan as I enjoy the feel of his chest coming flush with mine. His hips thrust, his shaft reaching much deeper than his fingers, as he swallows my moans. I can’t think straight as he holds me between him and the wall.

All that matters is the pleasure—his and mine.

I break the kiss as his thrusts become too much. I heave in deep breaths just to moan as he holds me, plunging into me. My nails dig into his back as warmth washes over me, settling onevery inch of my flesh. The symbol Remus and I share heats up against my flesh, but it isn’t painful. It fuels my desire.

You chose this. You chose life. You choseme.

The words are never spoken aloud, but they are in my mind. They repeat as Remus’s thrusts become more urgent. And as I pull back, I note that he looks otherworldly as he illuminates from within. But I can’t voice my concern. I can only moan. I can only hope that he doesn’t stop, since I am so close.