I interrupt his curse with a punishing kiss, holding him in place until he impales my arms with his sharp nails, kissing me back with the same level of ferocity.
“Fuck you,” he swears between kisses, ripping my shirt open to sink his teeth onto a nipple. I arch up while forcing his head against my chest. Desperate, I shove him into the back seat, landing heavily on top of him as another whisperedfuck youleaves his mouth.
I’ll take his anger over his sad resignation any day. Not giving him a second to think, I cut off his curses with kisses, crushing him under me until he begins kissing me back, violent as he rolls his hips, pushing his erection against mine.
“I don’t want to want you this much,” he says, ruining the back of my shirt with his nails. “Even now, I want you more than I hate you, and I hate you so fucking much.”
I thrust against him, hard. “You have every right to hate my guts, but you are mine, and I am yours. I fucked it up by keeping the thing most precious to me too close to my vest, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
Manhandling him so that he’s pushed up against the door, I undo his pants and rip them down to mid-thigh. His cock is hard, and I sink down on him, tasting him.
He pushes down on the back of my head, fucking into my mouth until I’m gagging and gasping for air. “You. Are. An. Ass. Hole,” he says on each thrust.
I suck harder, and his orgasm is intense, choking me on ropes and ropes of cum. I swallow him down as best I can and share his sloppy release in a brutal kiss.
Pressing my forehead to his, I can only agree with him. “Yes, cher. I am an asshole. But I’m your asshole, and I’ll always be your asshole.”
He starts to pull away, but my grip is bulletproof as I shift us to our sides. I pin his legs with mine and cross his chest and middle, gripping the opposite shoulder and hip in tight fists. His attempts to pry my arm from him fail, and eventually he sinks against my chest, leaning his cheek against my fist on his shoulder, sobbing.
“Je suis vraiment désolé.” I whisper into his ear, my tears joining his. “I am so sorry, Remy. I will never make you feel like you don’t belong ever again.Tu appartiens, tu appartiens, tu appartiens. I swear it with everything I have.You belong.”
He cries even harder and I just hold him tight, crying with him as I whisper over and over again how much he means to me. Eventually, his body settles, and my heart squeezes at this tiny bit of progress.
“I love you,” I whisper, wetting his neck with my tears and blood. “Everyone who needs to know, knows. I’m not hiding you. If you still can’t stand me, I’ll still ensure you can feed. But I want so much to prove myself to you, so I’m begging you. Please don’t disappear on me.”
The silence in the car is breaking my heart, and is exactly what I deserve. After a few moments, he sighs, and turns to face me, a final, single bloody tear tracking down his cheek. He wipes it away and looks up at me, his eyes assessing.
“Okay.”
I pull his pants over his exposed ass, and he buries his face in my chest. “Just don’t ever treat me like that again.”
I cup the back of his head and pull him in for another forehead kiss. I whisper into his skin, “I swear on my mother’s grave, I won’t. And I’ll even yell at your family until they accept us. I swear it.”
He tilts his face up, kissing me gently. I can barely comprehend the relief flooding my chest. He noses up under my chin, inhaling me. “Thankfully, my family realized that they’d been feeding my kidnapper canapés all afternoon while he still thought he had me tied up in a warehouse. Gave them some perspective.”
I snort, hugging him tight. “Guess I’m not so bad in comparison.”
He nods, his lip quirking up around his bloodied fangs. “Even if you need help removing your head from your ass on occasion.”
I kiss him for a long time, probably too long for a car parked on the street in front of the precinct, but I can’t stop loving on him. We pull away, and I bring up the one guy I’d like to never think about ever again.
“And Damian?”
“He’ll be re-arrested soon. I sent the officers to the warehouse where I was kept, and that should stick.”
I drop my head. I’d been so put out and embarrassed about being fated that I forgot to appreciate who I was fated to, and in so doing, I put Remy in close quarters with his kidnapper.
Running his chilly fingers through my hair, he kisses me softly. “The full moon’s about to rise. Miss Lillian said to have you back in time for dinner.”
I swear under my breath. “Shit, Toulouse.”
“Who's that?” Remy asks, a hint of jealousy in his tone.
“I think… He may be a friend. Or at least the beginning of one. He was my cell mate this afternoon. He's a werewolf.”
“Wait, they put you in a cell with a werewolf, and you’re both still alive?” he asks, smiling as he sits up to fix his clothing.
“Today has been a growing experience for me. Shut up.” I grumble as I sit upright and pull him back into my lap. “Can you help me bail him out? Lillian's got half the park right across the little canal from our house already warded off and hidden from the public. If we can get him there before the moon rises, he should be okay until the morning.”
