Page 34 of Pet: Torment

My inner walls come alive, clamping on Remus’s thrusting length, and I come apart in his arms. His thrusts are rough as he pushes me over the edge, and heat spreads from my head to my toes as I meet his thrusts, my hips grinding against him. His cock swells inside of me, followed by the pleasant warmth of his release. He shudders, his soft groan accompanied by him lightly biting my throat as we both find our release together.

The intensity of it is too much as our mingled emotions fill one another. My vision blurs slightly, and I gasp as it takes hold of me. It ripples up my spine, spreading throughout me, and I can’t separate any of it. It’s all one.

We are one.

It’s here again. It’s so vivid, so real. This world that feels familiar but isn’t. I try to look around, but I can’t. I’m focused on the sky. I know it isn’t the same sky as Xyrannis. It looks different. The star patterns are entirely different. I do not know this place.

“Is it you, Remus? Tell me.”

The voice that speaks to me is vaguely familiar. But even as I try to open my mouth to tell it that I am notRemus, I can’t. I can’t speak. I am immobile. And just as fast as I realize it, does the world fall away.

The pleasant rhythm of a palm against my back awakens me. It slowly rubs up and down and in circles, making me want to curl deeper into the bed as it lulls me back to sleep.

I slowly open my eyes, my heart fluttering in my chest when I am met with Remus’s gaze. His head is propped up by his free hand as he watches me with a lazy expression. I’m sure he doesn’t feel as exhausted as I do. He doesn’t even look like he just went a few rounds with me in the bed. As always, he looks perfect, his white hair draped behind him like a curtain.

He doesn’t react to me waking up, his eyes shifting to different parts of my body until he comes back to rest on my face. His hand moves away from my back to my face as he pushes a stray hair away.

“You are awake,” he says gently.

I quickly sit up, putting distance between us in the bed. It’s all I can do to remain focused on why I should be upset. I can’t think straight with him this close, and with each time he touches me or kisses me, my sense of self-preservation flies out the window. I take a deep breath to calm myself, everything that occurred before we had sex comes to mind, including the frightening obsession that lingers behind that calm exterior.

His desires, his goals, his longings...his obsession. It is all focused on me.

“You used the bond,” I say.

Remus sits up with me, the blanket dropping to his waist.

“Yes,” he says.

He watches me carefully, letting the silence hang in the air before responding.

“That upsets you?” he asks, finally figuring out the emotion he’s seeing.

“You said you wouldn’t until we were ready,” I say.

“And you don’t think sex is a sign that we are ready?” he asks.

I release an irritated breath. “I think letting me know would have been better.”

Remus narrows his gaze, scoffing as he stands.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time,” he says.

The blankets fall entirely, revealing his naked form as he stands with his back to me, and I once again have to push down my desire as I try to have a serious conversation.

“There won’t be a next time. Not if you keep…using it to avoid answering my questions—or reality,” I say in aggravation.

Remus stops, turning to face me.

“Reality?” he asks, waiting for me to elaborate.

“Yes. The reality that you and I are not compatible, Remus,” I say.

Remus’s expression shifts. My heart speeds up as I take in his shift. The small smile that usually graces his lips, the slight raise of his brow, they both disappear instantly, and he finally laughs. Even as he approaches me, naked in all his glory, his lithe movement and the way the purple gleams in his eyes make me grip the sheets for comfort.

“I do wish you had remained in the bubble of the false reality I allowed you,” he says.

His words catch me off guard, and I know my face shows it because he laughs, but there’s no amusement in it.