Rhea.
I thought I could just kiss him and then tell him good night and walk back home with pride. Instead, Remus is here, tracing his fingers on my waist, making me feel weaker by the second. It's a stark contrast to the pride I initially sought.
Underneath Remus, his kisses blanket my body, erasing the pain inflicted by Alpha Damien. Fate intervened, steering me away from a night I anticipated with my fated mate. Remus became the unexpected solace, wiping away the tears Alpha Damien had mercilessly caused.
He's kissing me. Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never get enough. He's everywhere up my neck and down my chest and then kissing me hard, deep, with a fervent urgent need I've never known before.
Making out with him in bed was even better than it had been in the woods. Remus could tell what I liked, the moves that made me moan and gasp and sink my fingers into his shoulders.
He pulls back and looked at me--my grey eyes staring back at his emerald sets. "You have such beautiful body," he comments and I feel his lips against my neck, soft, and scorching and tender, so gentle I could almost believe it's the kiss of a breeze and not a man. He worked his lips down to my chest and torso.
Two fingers worked into me, and my eyes rolled back into my head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue now flickered over my folds, and I couldn't prevent my hips from rising to meet his thrusts.
"Remus..." I moaned out his name as I was riding his hand, smothering his face with my wetness. That had to be bad, I told myself to stop. I couldn't.
Somehow, I find my hands tangled in his silky, soft brown hair. My body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now I could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into me.
I pull him up and he leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirroring the action of his fingers, claiming me.
"How much do you want me?" He breathes out. And I moan as an answer. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentle his hand so, I brought back to the brink... I release instantly and again, falling apart beneath him... then I'm building again... my climax anew, calling out his name.
"You're so wet, he said as he smiled, he felt the hot fluid between my legs. "That's it, that's it, my darling," he said. "And you mustn't resist your Lord and master, hmmmm?"
Now he too off his clothing and took out his hard, eager erection, and mounting me, he let it rest against my thigh as he continued to stroke me and work me.
I was twisting from one side to the other, my hands gathering up the soft sheets at my sides into knots, my whole body grew pink, and the nipples of my breasts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. I noticed how he could not resist them.
He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting me. He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked my folds, too, and as I struggled, and blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted me, slowly.
Again I arched my back. My breasts were suffused with red. And as he drove his erection into me, he felt me shudder violently with unwilling pleasure.
An awful cry was muffled by the hand over my mouth; I was shuddering so violently.
Feeling him in me felt warm and cold at the same time. I try to envelop him, to draw him in more, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. He clung onto me so tightly as he growled and I knew he was about to come.
"I'm..." He screamed as he moaned. He couldn't hold back what he was feeling--I knew I was that tasty and I felt proud.
Gasping for air, we molded together, fitted against one another with stunning perfection. I have never felt as I did now, exploring the taste of him. Feeling the strength of his arms around me. Inhaling sweat and leather and woodsmoke. His scents. I felt as though shed found a moment of forever. Like this was not our first time of being together. Like this was something I'd want it to last--forever.
**
I slowly opened my eyes to the soft light peeking through the curtains, greeted by the sun's gentle warmth. My body felt tender with every attempt to move, reminding me of the sex I've had with Remus the night before.
Glancing around the room, I now saw it clearly; the details our hasty entrance had obscured. A grin spread across my face as I reminisced about the sensual moments spent with Remus.
Recollecting our hot intimacy, I winced a bit and reclined, feeling the lingering soreness. Yet, the ache seemed insignificant compared to the joy of being with Alpha Remus.
I pondered if my feelings for him were strong enough to do anything for him, but before I could answer myself, the door swung open, revealing Remus in a striking, well-fitted dark blue suit.
His presence was utterly captivating, and I found myself admiring his appearance. "Good, you're awake," he announced, adjusting his cufflinks. "I have to go now. Are you staying or are you leaving?"
Struggling to cover myself with the quilt, I mumbled, "Uhm," feeling the need to respect his urgency. "Best I go," I responded, hastily reaching for my panties strewn on the floor.
"Good," he replied with a smile, moving closer and kissing me tenderly, dispelling any lingering uncertainty I had. "You're so beautiful." His words reassured me, bringing a sheepish smile to my lips.
He kissed me again before pulling away. "I loved every bit of time we spent together last night," he confessed, further soothing my doubts.
"I have a meeting back at my pack. Breakfast is prepared if you're hungry. Shall we meet again?" he proposed, already on his way out, not waiting for my response.
The door closed behind him, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and the sweet taste of the kiss we just shared.
I take another look at the room as I pondered on his words and the invitation to meet again, feeling a mixture of excitement and uncertainty about what our future holds. The room suddenly felt emptier without Remus, and I wondered what awaited me outside its walls.
I take a deep sigh as I dressed myself, my thoughts filled with doubt about seeing Remus again. I realized I had no means to contact him, except for this guest house outside his pack, indicating he might want to keep our situation discreet.
Shrugging off these concerns, I didn't mind the secrecy; after all, I had no intention of letting anyone know about this tryst, except for one person – Alpha Damien, Remus's enemy.
A devious smile crossed my face while zipping up my jeans, relishing the potential fallout if Alpha Damien ever discovered my night with Remus.
Exiting the room, I strolled into the living room of the house. To my surprise, the place seemed empty until a maid emerged from the kitchen, offering me breakfast, which I politely declined.
All I desired was to return home before my mother or sister realized I hadn't spent the night in the pack premises.
Hurriedly making my way back, I felt the stares and whispers of the pack's members, but I brushed them off, heading straight home.
Upon entering our house, I am faced with Aria in the living room. Aria gave me a judgmental look.
"If it isn't Rhea Sterling finally back from her night away," Aria mocked, earning a glare from me. "Mom thought you spent the night with Alpha Damien. Well, she still thinks that," Aria says with a shrug which gets my attention.
"And who said I wasn't with him?" I ask, trying to play it off as I made my way to the kitchen to make something for myself even though I was already late for work and I hadn't even showered.
"You had sex with another man, Rhea. His scent and your wet pants is so strong, it's filling this room," Aria accused with a mocking smile.
Feeling furious, I halted and confronted my sister. "What the hell, Aria? You can't just start inventing crazy stories like that," I retorted.
But Aria merely shrugged, insisting that the scent of another man lingered on me. "You better take a shower before mom comes back from the market." Aria walks away and left.
I check myself and indeed detected the scent of Remus on me. Hurriedly, I dashed to our room, alarmed at the prospect of our mother discovering I had been intimate with someone other than the Alpha who is supposed to be my mate. I couldn't risk that revelation.
I felt the weight of an impending conversation as I walked into our room, met by yet another disapproving look from Aria.
Annoyance brewed within me, as it was too early for Aria's judgment. "So, what actually led to you having sex with another man rather than Alpha Damien, your mate?"
"Oh, Yeah..." My words faltered as I reached for a towel, preparing to shower.
"He rejected you, didn't he?" Aria declared, more in irritation than surprise. I sigh and nod slowly, confirming Aria's assumption.
"He's just a dick! I honestly don't know what girls see in that jerk. I don't blame you for finding solace from another guy."
"I'm not about to have that conversation with my sixteen-year-old sister," I assert as I head towards the bathroom.
But Aria attempted to interject, prompting me to cut her off sternly. "Zip it, Aria! And not a single word to mom," I warned firmly, closing the door, leaving Aria muttering to herself.