“Like that, cher. Just like that,” he says, his voice muddled through sharp teeth. I push back, squeezing hard as he rabbit thrusts, filling me with his heat. “Hold on, I’m coming again. Or still coming, I don’t know.”
I feel like I’m almost too full, and it’s barely enough. I want more.Needmore. Tilting my hips from side to side, rolling them, using his low moan in my ears as sexual fuel, the building pressure inside pressing against my prostate so that when he goes off, I go off.
“Fuck, Remy. Your belly,” he says, running a careful palm over my distended stomach as he fills me again, arching into me, shaking from pleasure. He sinks his teeth into the other side of my neck, and we continue like that, alternating pleasures for what seems like hours.
When his knot finally goes down, he cups my bare bottom and carries me to the shower, where he cleans me and checks to make sure that the claiming bites are healing. He he gives me his neck, and I sip from his blood, noting the smokier taste of were under all of his delicious tones and textures.
He grunts and his dick hardens, still not satisfied. I lower to my knees, smashing my face into his groin, inhaling him at the juncture of man and beast.
“Suck me there, baby. Feed from me.”
Smiling, I find the right spot, the right angle, and sink in. He shouts out, cum rocketing from him as though we haven’t spent hours milking him. I suck the rich blood from his groin, reveling in the cum leaking all over me until his legs wobble.
“Okay, okay,” he says, palming the top of my head. “I might finally be properly drained of fluids.”
Grinning, I rise and step into his embrace. “Did I take too much?”
He shakes his head, tightening his arms around me. “Nah, head’s already clearing up. I just never come that way before. I liked it.”
“Your blood tastes so fucking good from right there. Definitely my favorite place to feed from you.”
He pulls me into a passionate kiss. “You can feed from there any time you want, baby.”
Epilogue
Lazare
I’ve spent the last twelve moon cycles with Toulouse, learning how to control my were and recognize friends and enemies while shifted. Clear speech is still a ways off, and it’s all a giant pain in my ass, but I’m getting there.
Tonight is the first night that we’re letting Remy join us, and I’m nervous as hell. I truly believe that he is one hundred percent safe with me, but I’m scared about what he’ll think about me in this state.
To be honest, I’m still not real clear on how I feel aboutmein this state. I’m still working on not judging other werewolves, though Toulouse is still the only one I can stand. Actually, I’ve come to love him like a brother, and he’s been a great addition to the team, not to mention an excellent cook.
Like the rest of us, he keeps his secrets close to the vest, but he’s good people and has been instrumental in helping us get our efforts off the ground. The slave trade for supes is still going strong, but we’ve made a few sizable dents—and even bigger enemies—in the meantime.
It’s just about moonrise, and I couldn’t ask for a better night. Clear, cool weather, a pretty park, and my man standing next to me. It’s weird having him on this side of the ward. Weird, but good.
I lean in for a kiss, which lingers. Just as I release him, a shiver rolls down my spine, spiking out across the expanse of my skin. Unlike my wolf shift, which is easy, the were shift remakes my body. It’s pure pain, made somewhat more bearable when I shift from my wolf state.
Kissing Remy’s forehead, I drop to all fours and become the wolf, my head about at his shoulder.
His eyes glow as his fangs and nails extend, happiness radiating as he uses his sharp nails to dive through my thick fur, scratching at the skin behind my ear. I let out a low grunt as my back foot flutters and my long tail swishes. Toulouse laughs, the sound cut off as the moon breaks above the horizon.
Remy steps back by the entrance to the ward. I’ve told him that it’s okay to look away, but his eyes never leave mine, even as my bones begin to crack and shift.
Pain.
Pain.
Agony.
Darkness.
Fluttering light.
Leaves, hard ground.
The scent of my beloved.
