Arden’s Mate(23)

Sighing, he eased up and wrapped her legs around him then gathered her to him before he walked down to their bedroom. Remy deserved to be loved. He would prove to her that no matter what she said or did he wasn’t going anywhere. He would never leave her.

She clenched around him with each step he took to their room. Her cries of pleasure as the lock rubbed her walls had him tensing and shivering as his body built up again. Gently, he laid them on the bed and held her to him, stroking her back. He’d heard what happened to women in heat—they fucked their mate until they were either pregnant or out of heat.





Chapter 3




Remy didn’t want to move or open her eyes. Her body ached, and places she didn’t know could get sore from too much use were extremely sensitive. She lay on top of Arden, his warm body surrounding her. Opening her eyes, she stared up at him and everything they’d done came back to her in one big swoosh. Oh God, she’d been an animal, not able to get enough of him.

As she looked down his body and saw the faded, already healing, scratch marks from her nails, she groaned. She felt his cock rise against her, and she scooted off him only to have him place her back.

“How the hell can that…that thing still rise? Wow, we had a nonstop sex marathon. I can barely move. How can it be the least bit active when I’m exhausted?”

“Werewolves have stamina, and I’m always hard when I’m near you.”

She whacked his chest and wiggled, trying to get away from him. “Stay away from me. I can’t take any more. I’m mush. I don’t think I’m ever going to walk right again.”

The bastard laughed. “Oh, my little pixie, you’ll be fine, I promise.”

Giving up on him letting her go, she circled his tattoos with her finger. “Do you call me pixie because I’m little?”

“One of the reasons. You’re also feisty, fierce, and adorable, but you can be a terror and a pain in the arse.”

She hit him in the chest. “Hey. Who you calling a pain in the arse? I’m not the one who can’t go a couple of hours without the other. I’m not the one who has to make sure everyone knows who I’m with.”

“You like me being all caveman.” Arden tickled her and she giggled. “Admit it.”

She did like it. Hell would freeze over before she admitted it though. “No. I like my men obedient, kinda like a…like a dog.”

He growled, and she squealed with laughter as he used both hands to tickle her now. It felt good to laugh. It had been so long since she’d done it. After a while Arden gave up and they fell to the bed in a heap.

“What time is it?” She had no idea how long their sex romp had gone on.

“It’s eleven. Why, do you have somewhere you want to be?” He raised himself up on his elbows to look at her.

That was good. At least they hadn’t been fucking for as long as she thought. “Nah, it just felt like we took a lot longer. I won’t sleep anymore. So I’ll have to have a nap tomorrow, otherwise my sleep will be all out of whack. Maybe I can sleep in your office while you explain what was talked about yesterday with Grayson.”

“Pixie, that was two days ago. It’s eleven AM. We have to get up and get ready so we’re there to meet Grayson this time. He come by yesterday and we weren’t there. Tray will be there today. You can ask about Sara.”

“Oh. My. God. We had a sex romp that lasted over twenty-four hours. What the fuck did you do to me?”

“We were bonding as mates.”

“Bonding as mates my arse. What the hell went on?”

“I was showing you who you belong to. The feralness took over.”

“Bullshit.” Remy wasn’t buying that they’d had nonstop sex for over twenty-four hours just because they were bonding or because he went feral. Getting of the bed, she stood with her hands on her hips, too angry to care that she was naked. “Start talking, Arden, and no more crap.”

He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Okay, but you have to promise not to freak and to keep quiet until I finish.”

“Ah, no way. Talk.”

Arden got off the bed, and she backed away from him, but he was having none of it. He captured her and brought her against his body, his arms wrapping securely around her. “At least promise me you will wait until I’ve told you everything.”

He started kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear, and she knew if she wanted him to stop and get answers she’d have to agree to at least one. “Fine, no interrupting, but I can’t promise I won’t freak.”

Arden walked them to the bed and sat, gathering her so she sat across his lap. His fingers rubbed up and down her bare skin, shoulder to wrist, in a soothing motion. “You went into heat.”