Page 80 of Late Harvest

“Me too. And also negative. Tested after…Stanza.” He quirked a grin and stroked his cock root to tip. “What about pregnancy?”

“Can’t. Menopause. What may be the one good aspect. That, and no shark week,” Remy gasped out as he dragged the head of his cock through her folds.

He’d never wanted a woman—emotionally or physically—the way he wanted Arabella Remington. Had never considered going without protection. But the idea of a layer between him and his queen was unfathomable. He watched, transfixed, as he circled her engorged clit with his bare cock.

“Sebastian, I need you inside me. Please…” She reached for him and he grasped her hand, moving it above her head.

“Bring your other hand up here, Angel.”

She obeyed, and he held both her arms in place by the wrists, leaning down and nuzzling her neck. “Now put your hands against this headboard and don’t move them. If you take them off, I stop.”

Dark blue eyes caught his and held. Then the sweetest smile spread across her face. “Yes, my liege lord. Now fuck me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and Bash filled her in one thrust, both of them groaning in pleasure as he bottomed out.

Bash paused, everything inside of him marking this earth-shattering moment. The first of—universe willing—a lifetime of joining his body to hers. He drank her in, lost in their connection and her beauty.

Broken, jagged, grouchy, fierce and funny, perfect-for-him beauty.

He cradled her face in one hand, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone. There was a constellation of three pale, tiny freckles on the crest of the bone. Bash pressed a kiss there—claiming it. Claiming her.

Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened, watching him with a spellbinding blend of trust and lust that almost had him blurting his feelings.

“You ready, my queen?” he whispered instead, unwilling to ruin this moment if she didn’t reciprocate the enormity of his feelings. Of his commitment to her.

Beneath him, Arabella shifted, pressing her hips up in a silent signal of assent.

Slowly he began the ancient dance, pulling almost completely out and then sliding back in. “Arabella…angel…you feel like…perfection,” he managed, losing himself in the friction. “So wet. So tight...”

She clenched around him and he thrust harder, the veins on his forearms standing out as he held himself over her, taking her in. “Yes. Yes, harder.” She squeezed again and Bash slammed his hips into her slick warmth, over and over. The sensual slap of their bodies escalated his arousal and he fought the imminent explosion. Ladies first, and he would not go over until she did.

Like a rule follower, Arabella kept her hands on the headboard, clawing at it. “Sebastian, more…” she panted, clamping down hard on his dick and lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Each time, he buried himself to the hilt and she gasped.

“Oh God, harder. I’m so close—so close…please don’t stop…yes!” Arabella cried out, thrashing her head as she exploded in an orgasm that nearly strangled his dick in its carnal vise.

With two more deep pumps into the tight nirvana that was Arabella’s pussy, Bash followed her over, groaning her name as he filled her, losing himself.

No. Not losing. He’d finally found himself.

A thought danced in his mind…and the impulse took over.

Bending forward, he pressed a kiss to the delicate area where her shoulder met her neck…and bit down gently.

Chapter Forty-Two

Find someone who looks at you the way a freshly turned she-wolf

looks at the glow of a harvest moon.

—From Remy’s Sinister Affirmations

Remy

Remy startled at the sensation as she tried to catch her breath, her body ravaged by the three orgasms that had barreled through her courtesy of Sebastian. “Did you just…bite me?”

Sebastian, who had collapsed next to her, turned on his side and nuzzled her cheek, peppering it with soft kisses. “I did.”

“Uh…may I ask why?” She reached up to touch the spot. He hadn’t broken skin, but he’d nipped her hard enough to redden it.

He shifted up on his elbow, biceps popping, and grinned at her. “You’re my fated mate. I marked you.”