“So are you,” I say as I run my hands down his hard chest, stopping at his waistband and looking up into his eyes for permission.
He gives me the smallest of nods before I push down his shorts and find him bare underneath. I love how casual they are about nudity, how they will often only wear jersey shorts no matter the weather. I find it so hot.
“Sit back down,” I whisper, the words coming out more of an order than I meant them to.
Remy doesn’t turn it into a battle for dominance though, which we both know he’d win. Instead, he smirks and sits on the edge of the bed. My eyes roam over him, taking him in whilst I decide where to take this next.
I step closer, standing between his thighs before dropping to my knees in front of him. I hold eye contact while I reach out and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft.
“Paige,” he breathes, “You don’t have…” his words trail off, turning into a moan as I wrap my lips around his tip.
Remy’s hands move to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I glide his length in and out of my mouth. He doesn’t take control of my movements though, just gently guides me until his panting.
“Stop,” he groans. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow, and this is not how I want this to end, not this time.”
I release him from my mouth and look up at him with a pleased grin. Knowing I can please him that way fills me with a sense of pride.
Remy cups my cheek, brushing a thumb over my bottom lip. “My very own goddess,” he whispers before pulling me up to my feet.
I place a knee on the bed and swing my other over his lap to straddle him, pressing our bodies together. His erection presses against me, and just that contact has a flood of heat rushing to my centre.
“I need you, Remy,” I whimper, clinging to his shoulders.
He doesn’t hesitate; his hands grip my ass, supporting my weight as we move into position, then slowly, I lower myself onto him. My body stretches to accommodate his girth as my mouth finds his, and we moan in unison. I shake at the intensity of the moment, because this time is different. This is not just s*x. It’s our bodies moving together in a silent declaration of love. It’s our souls joining in a way that takes my breath away.
We stare into each other’s eyes as we find pleasure in each other. The moment is one that will stay with me forever. The way his walls have completely shattered. How he’s letting me see every broken part of him, and trusting me to hold them gently, is the most intimate thing I’ve ever felt. There’s no barrier left between us. No guarded smiles or teasing remarks to deflect what runs deeper. Just us, bare, trembling and real.
I cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing along the roughness of his jaw. His eyes flicker between mine, filled with so much emotion it almost hurts to look. I can see everything he’s never said out loud, every regret, every fear, every longing, it’s all there, reflected back at me.
“Remy,” I whisper, his name catching on my breath. “You don’t have to hide anymore.”
His grip on me tightens, not in dominance but in need. “You make it hard to keep anything hidden,” he murmurs, his voice rough, and a little broken. “I’ve spent years pretending I didn’t need anyone, but now… I can’t imagine ever letting you go.”
The words wrap around me like a promise. My chest aches with it, with him.
Our movements slow; each touch feels sacred. He strokes his thumb across my lower lip, then down the side of my throat, tracing the edge of his mark as if anchoring himself in the proof that I’m his, that this is real. I feel tears well in my eyes, not from pain, but from the weight of what we’re sharing.
When I lean forward, our foreheads touch, our breaths mingling. “You already have me,” I whisper. “Every piece of me, even the ones I don’t understand yet.”
His eyes close, and I feel the shudder run through him before he kisses me again, slow and deep, like he’s memorising the taste of me. His hands roam my back, guiding me as we move together in a rhythm that feels older than both of us. Time seems to dissolve around us, until all that exists is this, his heartbeat against mine, our breathing in sync, the quiet sound of my name on his lips like a prayer.
When release finds us, it’s not hard or wild; it’s consuming, a rush of emotion that leaves us both undone. I cling to him as if I could hold on to the moment forever, burying my face in the crook of his neck as our breathing slowly evens out.
He’s the first to break the silence, his voice a soft rumble against my skin. “I don’t deserve this,” he murmurs. “I don’t deserve you.”
I lift my head, meeting his eyes. “You do,” I whisper fiercely. “You always have. You just didn’t believe it until now.”
Something in him gives way at that, and I can feel it, the quiet surrender of a man who’s finally stopped fighting the love that’s been waiting for him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close until I’m pressed against his chest, our hearts still racing in sync.
“Don’t let go,” he says quietly.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. “Not now. Not ever.”
He exhales a shaky laugh, his lips brushing the top of my head. “I finally feel like I’ve found my home.”
I rest against him with a smile that I can’t seem to let go of. Deep inside me, something feels as though it’s talking to me. It’s telling me everything is about to change, because we’ve just woken something fierce between us, but here, in his arms, I’m not afraid. Because I know that no matter what we have to face next, my men have me, and I have them.
**Paige’s POV **
When we finally dress and head back downstairs, we find Parker sitting at the kitchen island nursing a bottle of beer. His gaze lifts to look at us as we walk into the kitchen, a small, knowing smile on his lips.
“How long have you been back?” I ask him.
“Long enough,” both he and Remy answer in unison.
I shake my head at their weird twin telepathy, or whatever it is that makes them. Sync in a way that is sometimes freaky to see. Sometimes I get jealous that my mates have twins. I love my sister deeply, and I wish I had that twin connection with her.
“Everything okay with Poppy?” I ask Parker as I take a seat beside him.
“Yeah,” he nods. “She’s already feeling the pull of the mate bond. The moment she saw Leo and Jake, she was practically glowing. She’s going to accept them, Paige, I can already see it.
“That’s good, right? Or will it cause more problems for the pack?”
“Why would it cause problems?” Remy asks, taking the seat next to me so I’m sandwiched between the brothers.
“Because she’s human, or… not werewolf, some of the pack are already angry about me stealing their men. I assume they’ll be even more pissed when they find out my sister has bagged another two of their males,” I shrug.
Remy covers my hand on the tabletop, squeezing it as he speaks. “You didn’t steal anyone, and neither did she, because you can’t steal what fate decided was yours before you were even conceived. If you hadn’t found us, we would never have been mated, so you took nothing from anyone.”
I frown. “I thought you could choose a mate if you didn’t find your fated one?”
“We can,” Parker answers this time. “But most don’t choose that option unless it’s to produce an alpha heir. When our kind take a chosen mate, fate quite often likes to interfere, and our fated mate seems to pop up, sometimes in people we least expect. Then it gets complicated, and very messy. So, unless we fall madly in love with someone, or a mating is needed to continue the pack, we tend to avoid it.”
“Makes sense,” I nod, but I can’t help the bitter thought of Callen and Ryder choosing a mate
175 to create an heir if I hadn’t found them when I did.
Sensing where my thoughts are headed, Remy changes the subject, asking me what Ryder was like in college. Soon we are all laughing as I tell them stories from our college days.
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