The more she gave—in terms of kisses, moans, or exhales—the more tenacious he became. His tongue grazed her lip, her mouth parting as her tongue met his, and she moaned into his mouth. There was no describing the sensation of their wet exchange, the shared heat mixing with the saturation of his male scent. Her body gently rolled with pleasure, and he groaned into her mouth when she pressed extra close to the Alpha, this newfound blaze fueled only by him.
Something was deepening in her, in ways she could only attribute to drinking the serum. A new, primal need to ensure her scent was all over him felt like second nature.
Ronan’s lips left hers and found her neck, kissing hard, his teeth grazing her skin as he growled lowly into her flesh. She breathed heavily into his ear, loose strands of his hair in her face. He added a warm, wet swipe of his tongue on her neck, a moan escaping her as she shivered with pleasure, and he dropped more of his weight onto her.
She wanted him. She wanted him to take what he wanted of her, to see him act in ways that he refused to behave while outside of this room. Images of him asserting himself further, of his desire overriding common sense… It was enough to increase the slick heat he had already created from her.
One of his hands grabbed her hip, sliding upward on her bare skin, her dress moving upwards, revealing to him what was underneath her clothes… The heat of his breath left her neck, and his face hovered over hers, her outer thigh secured in his firm grip. Lust glazed his eyes, and she didn't doubt that hers were the same.
She laced her fingers in his dark brown hair. Her lips pressed into his, wanting to feel the softness of those broad lips on hers again, to taste this Alpha even more, to fill her mouth with his tongue. He dropped his remaining weight on her in an intimate pin, a prickling throb increasing in her navel. She wanted everything about him—to feel this powerful, formidable shifter inside of her, to revel in him finding pleasure in her body.
His tongue swiped against hers and like an animal tasting fresh game, his groan filling her mouth. She mindlessly gripped him with her legs that were still around his waist, raising her hips to close what space remained between them, the thick, rough leather of his pants against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Ronan groaned, pressing his pelvis into hers, his body moving with it, a distinct ridge in his pants press right between her legs. A growl of her own released into his mouth. Her breath quivered as she dug fingertips into his back, rolling her hips, bursts of pleasure overtaking her.
The darkest, huskiest rumble came from the Alpha, vibrating into her body like a warning at the way she had undulated her hips into his. "Careful," he growled into her ear, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, and sucking on her neck as he thrust his hips into hers. “Or you won’t leave until you’re filled with my scent.”
She had no idea what he said—her ability to translate non-existent—but the throbbing need between her legs tripled at the sound of his voice losing control…
His hand gripped her waist too hard as he breathed into her neck.
Rem gasped from the sudden pain.
It made her realize that he wasdrasticallyholding his strength back. He released the pressure on her hip and immediately pulled back. His salacious eyes lost their luster as cognizance returned, distinct even in the stark lighting.
He sneered as he leaned back on one leg, the size of him only tantalizing her as she wanted to correct whatever was wrong. Of course, her eyes dropped to his groin when he pulled away. His pants didn't allow for much room to move, but she could clearly see a large girth that waited there, ready for her.
Or at least, that's what she hoped would have happened.
He growled and then completely backed away from her as he stood, taking a few steps back.
"Not yet," he said as he turned around, running a hand over his head, craning his neck to the side in a stretch.
"What?" she asked, worrying that she did something wrong as she stood up, trying to shift her language gears into translating Icelandic.
"Wait, until you change. Not before."
"Why?" she asked as she panted, her body begging to continue, missing the weight of him already.
"Too weak. Too human," he said, glancing to her over his shoulder. He sighed. His eyes traced the floor. "Leave," he said. "Better to leave."
She didn't move. She just stood there, looking over the rippling muscles of his broad back. She swallowed thickly.
"But," she began.
"Leave," he commanded, the warmth starting to leave his voice.
She gritted her teeth and flared her nostrils as she breathed heavily. "Okay," she said with disappointment.
How could the best physical intimacy of her life also end in such extreme frustration? He turned to the fire. Rem wanted to stay, in truth. She wanted to be close to him, to be intimate with someone and feel like things were finally going to be okay. Perhaps even to just sit next to him as he watched the fire.
She didn’t know if this was a part of being a shifter, but something about his scent and presence made her want to bask in his aura, like he was a soothing hot spring himself. But she knew staying would make things more frustrating, as irritating asthatwas.
She followed his command, hesitating with one more appeal that rested at the tip of her tongue, but thought better of it and opened the door. It shut behind her as she stared down the hall which was lit with countless candles. She desperately wanted to return, to enjoy being near him, to feel utter pleasure foroncewhile being here. The fact that he wasn't willing to hurt her only made her want him more.
Rem started to walk down the hall and noticed that she felt cold. She hugged herself, missing his heat.
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