The blast of magic that follows knocks me on my ass. It takes me a moment to catch my breath and realize the spell is complete. When I’m strong enough, I lift my head off the ground to see I’m not the only one down for the count. Remy, Gray, and Felix are all flat on their backs right along with me, but there’s an awareness within me that lets me know they are okay.
“Ah, fuck,” Remy wheezes roughly, though his tone doesn’t suggest he’s in pain. If anything, he sounds turned on.
It takes a moment for my eyes to focus, but I see Remy leaning on his hand, half sitting, half kneeling. His eyes lock on mine, and warmth rushes over me from head to toe. Damn, what was that?
I have every intention of getting up and checking on him and the others, but I can’t make myself move just yet.
I lick my lips. “Remy.”
“Coming, doll,” he promises, and sure enough, after an extended blink where I might have actually dozed a little bit, he’s right over top of me.
I reach up and place my palm on his cheek. “Are you okay?”
He leans into my touch. “That depends. Can I die from a hard-on? I’m seriously lacking blood everywhere else in my body.”
I click my tongue. “I’m being serious.”
“I’m not joking about my dick aneurysm.” Remy drops his weight on top of me, and I do in fact feel his massive dick poking my leg. “Gods, you smell so fucking good.” He inhales by my neck and swivels his hips. Well, damn, if that doesn’t just do it for me, or maybe it’s just him that does it for me.
“What about Gray and Felix? Are they okay?” I know the answer, but I feel compelled to ask anyway. With a little effort, I wrap my arms around Remy’s back. I have no idea why I feel so weak. I probably should have done a little more research on the spell. I read it years ago, but I don’t remember it saying anything about the aftermath. Then again, I might not have even bothered to look. We were young and dumb.
“Sleeping,” Remy replies, not wasting the effort on extra words. Then his hands are on me, and I get lost in the sensation of his skin on mine. Remy tugs at the waistband of my pants.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I lift my hips.
He gets one leg of my pants completely off and leaves the other hooked on my foot. After a little more fumbling, he’s lined up with my center and shoving my panties to the side. “Need you,” Remy murmurs, and I’m not sure if it’s an answer to my question or just a statement.
He slides a finger inside me, and my arms tighten around his back. I don’t know if it’s my connection to him or just the growing need within myself, but there’s a desperation building between us that is damn near combustible.
After a few pumps of his hand to make sure I’m ready, he pulls out and fills me with his cock in the next breath. I expect him to be rushed or frenzied, but Remy takes his time inching deeper and deeper with each stroke.
He hunches his shoulders and places his forehead on mine while moving his lower body in a slow, steady rhythm designed to either make me go insane or become addicted to the way he makes me feel. It might already be too late for the latter.
Our eyes are locked, so when his lips tip up in a smile sure to devastate, my heart skips a beat. He’s mine.
I slide my fingers into his hair, and his eyes slowly close as he relishes my touch. “You’re mine,” Remy says, rocking his hips against me in a slow grind, almost as if he’s answering my thoughts with his own.
I tug his face down to mine and nip his bottom lip before sliding my tongue into his mouth. His pace quickens, and when he skims his hand over my belly then lower, between my legs, to finger my clit, I let out a moan.
“That’s it. Squeeze me. Take what you need.” Remy pants between kisses on my mouth and chin. I let my eyes fall shut as the sensations become overwhelming and an orgasm starts to build.
“Look at me,” he orders, then nips my jaw with his teeth. My inner walls spasm, and I give in to the demand. “I want to watch you come around me and see how good I make you feel.”
I part my lips, and my head just barely nods in agreement.
With a few more strokes, Remy gets his wish. My back arches, but he never slows his pace. My orgasm rolls over me in waves of pleasure that never seem to last long enough, but Remy flicks my clit every time the tremors of my inner walls threaten to slow, making it last until I’m so sensitive, I get jumpy.
“You know I think you’re beautiful, doll, but when you take my cock… I can’t even put it into words.” Remy kisses my neck and ear, still breathing hard.
“Are you saying you love me because I can take you balls deep?” I tease.
Remy groans, and I feel his dick twitch inside of me. “Keep talking about how deep you like it.” He rocks his hips.
I grin and lift my head off the hard ground. “I have a stick dangerously close to my ass, and ants might have taken up residence in my hair. Maybe we could hold off on round two until we make sure Felix and Gray are alive. And…I don’t know, maybe find someplace a little more accommodating.”
Remy jerks himself up, reaching down for me before he’s even fully standing. “Can’t have a stick in your ass. I haven’t even tapped that since you came back.” He uses his big hands to brush some of the dirt off the backs of my legs.
“Yeah, wouldn’t want to ruin that for you.” I snort.
