Arden’s Mate(31)

Sara rubbed her back, and Arden saw that Tray still hadn’t taken his eyes off Sara.

“We’re ready to go now. I’m sorry, but only one person is allowed to come with us. They have called ahead so the OB-GYN will be ready when we arrive,” the paramedic said.

Remy eased out of Sara’s embrace. “I love you. Call me when you’re ready for me to visit.” Remy didn’t wait for a reply, she just backed up and returned to Arden.

“You did good, Remy. I’m proud to call you my mate.” He moved them back a safe distance as the ambulance left. “Let’s go get you checked out.”

Spotting Kane, Arden waved him over. He came over, his eyes scanning Remy as he walked. “Good work. You killed a lot of bad guys. Thanks.”

Remy crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t do it for you, so there’s no need to thank me.”

Before a fighting match started between them, Arden spoke up. “Kane, can you check her over to see if she’s all right?”

“Hell no. I’d have to be dying again for him to touch me.” Remy backed up.

“She’s fine. I did notice a cut or two that could use a couple of stitches, but with the advanced healing she should be able to get by without them. Also, she can still mouth off at me so I say she’s okay.”

“Thanks.” Looking around at the growing crowd, Arden saw his father and some other wolves, along with the military, organizing people. The place was a mess. There were dead zombies scattered everywhere. The ones who had gotten out lay in a pile, and there was a burnt down store and firefighters trying to put out any small blazes that may skip to other buildings. “We’re going to leave. I’ll sort out this shit later.”

“Go, before anyone spots you,” Kane said as he walked away.

Arden studied Remy. Besides some cuts and bruises, she looked okay. Actually, she looked amazing, especially after what she’d done. She didn’t look too tired either. Her eyes were still filled with fire and her body was still hot to touch, but she looked relieved.

“Are you okay?” he asked, eager to know if she was still distressed.

Remy grinned up at him. “I think I just won Sara back. I thought I’d lost her.” She sighed and her grin disappeared. “Now I just have to find a way to make it up to Faith.” She leaned up and kissed him. “And you. I need you to forgive me.”

Holding her to him, Arden knew he needed to go speak with his father and the military, but he wanted...no, needed Remy. He needed to calm his raging wolf that was batting at his cage to be let out again. He needed to hold her in his embrace and know she was safe. First he was going to restake his claim by taking her home and fucking her until she seeped into his pores and he knew she was his.

“I forgive you,” Arden said.

She gasped and wrapped her arms around him. “Do you really mean it?”

“I never say anything I don’t mean.” He gripped her arms and walked to his car, opened the door, and sat her inside.

Remy looked stunned as she gazed up at him. “I really don’t deserve you.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. She clung to him, deepening the kiss. Fuck, he wanted her so bad. She’d terrified him when she hadn’t followed them out of the building. He’d thought he’d lost her for good when the roof caved in. He was taking her home and never letting her out of his sight again. Tearing his mouth from hers, he walked around the car and opened his door.

“Don’t you have to report or something?” she whispered like someone would hear as he got in the car.

“Yes, but I want you so bad. Do you know how fucking hot you looked coming out of those flames? Not only did you save us all, but you saved me going in there and killing you for killing yourself.”

She laughed and shook her head.

He put the keys in the ignition and started the car, easing onto the road and driving straight for home. “I’m going to take you home first and show you how much I forgive you by fucking you until you can’t walk anymore.”

Remy groaned and lay back against the car seat. He got onto the highway and sped as fast as he dared, eager to get home.

* * * *

They barely made it through the door before Arden picked her up, wrapping her legs around him as he went swiftly down the hall to their room.

“Pixie, I’m so fucking hard right now. You looked so hot back there coming out of the fire.”

Her legs tightened, squeezing him, as his mouth came down to hers in a hard, impatient kiss. She rubbed her body against his and he ripped at his shirt which he’d given her to cover herself as the fire had burnt her clothes off.