Arden placed her on the table and hiked her skirt up. Spreading her legs and settling down between them, he buried his face into her heat and nuzzled the prize he was eager to taste. His canine fangs lengthened and he moved her underwear to the side, eager to get to her treasure. Spreading her pussy lips, he licked from bottom to top, sucking her clit in. Arden let his fangs scrap each side of her clit.
Remy gasped and arched into his touch. He lapped at her pussy as he sunk one long, thick digit into her core and pumped it in and out. “Mmm, what has gotten into you? What is with me? I’m burning up,” she panted out as he added another finger and picked up speed.
Arden’s brain felt clouded and his wolf was lost in the fog. All he wanted to do was take Remy, make her his. Plant his seed. Her orange and passion fruit scent was strong and overpowering. As he feasted on her he became crazed, wanting to devour her. A primal feeling came over him, telling him Remy couldn’t leave until she was full of his seed and pregnant. He licked, lapped, and sucked her in, loving her sweet taste. Remy’s legs tightened on him, and he felt her muscles contract around the fingers he had buried inside her.
He had a moment of clarity as she came, her pussy holding him tighter than ever before and her orgasm causing her body to shake with such force that he knew what was happening—Remy was in heat. It was earlier than the other mates had gone into heat, but Remy had been away from him for months, so he supposed that really she was late. Shit, did he tell her? Was he supposed to stop? He didn’t know if he could. Her scent was already starting to overpower his sanity again.
He glanced up her from between her legs. She needed a family. She would never run again if she had family. Arden was going to do everything he could to make her stay with him.
He eased away and quickly shed his clothing and gathered Remy back to him. Pulling her closer to the edge of the table, he lined his cock up with its home and spread her legs further before he pushed into her core. Remy moaned and clenched around him as he moved deeper into her. She leaned back against the table, her elbows helping support her. She wrapped her legs around him, driving him deeper, and meowed, meeting him each time he pushed into her.
“Arden, Arden, Arden, it feels so good,” Remy chanted as she fell apart again.
He held back, not ready to let himself go just yet. Concentrating on keeping his wolf contained, he closed his eyes, unable to watch her arch her back and pant at his touch. He gripped her hips and drove into her over and over. Arden felt like he was in heaven, home. He would never let her leave him again.
“Mine. You’re mine, Remy.”
Remy moaned, and it sent thrills of power through him. Arden argued with his wolf who came through the fog to stay hidden as the pleasure swamped over him. He thrust into her faster and basked in her scent that surrounded him, telling him his mate was enjoying what he was doing.
Opening his eyes when he knew he’d won the fight with his wolf, Arden saw that Remy now sat up, looking at his face as she pushed back at him, and he retreated, then slid back home again.
“What are you doing to me? It’s never felt like this before. I feel like I’m going to explode.” Remy’s voice was coming out in breathless puffs as she helped his movements, pushing herself down so he went deeper each time.
Letting one of his hands fall from her waist, Arden reached up and stroked her cheek. “You’re mine, Remy. We were made for one another. When I’m finished with you today you will never leave me. You’ll know who you belong to, and that is me.”
Needing to mark her again so there was no doubt who she belonged to, he leaned down and kissed her neck from bottom to top until his lips rested over the juncture where he’d marked her on her other side. He pumped into her with a purpose. She was going to come and squeeze the life out of his cock, and he was going to come deep inside her, planting his seed. Remy would never leave him again. Pounding into her, he sucked on her shoulder, readying her for him. Letting himself go, he struck, mate marking her again so she would wear his mark on both shoulders. Remy convulsed around him, her pussy quivering and gripping him in a vise-like grip that had him moaning as his lock expanded and she gasped, holding him to her tightly.
Arden was happy her being in heat would keep her from asking any more questions. He knew she would do anything right now, and the power he felt over that had a rush going through him. He licked her wound enough that it would leave a mate scar. Staring up at Remy with her head thrown back and her big blue eyes glazed over in bliss, he knew he shouldn’t have done this without her knowing what was happening. Remy was growing on him. She might call him names and act tough but he knew that she was really a lonely, scared woman who just wanted love but was terrified to lose it if she found it.