Once there was no longer any emotional barrier in the way, they couldn’t get their hands off each other. The old Remy would have never considered acting like a horny teenager. Would have never agreed to get into another man’s limo or allow him to take Remy to his apartment with no illusions about what he planned on doing. The thought made Remy shudder. Reminded him what kind of power Ethan Drake held over him.
Once, Remy would have thought Ethan used some kind of supernatural trick over him, but why would Ethan, when he could have any man or woman in the city?
They pawed and fumbled at each other’s clothes all the way in the elevator. Ignored the frowning older couple who quickly got out of the lift. Were there cameras in the elevator?
God, did Remy feel excited, reckless, and good. Like being high on drugs maybe. Ethan slammed him against the wall. Remy reached for the button of Ethan’s shirt, but Ethan caught Remy’s hands, reminding Remy who was the one in charge.
Well, Remy didn’t mind. He’d often fantasized what it was like, surrendering his control to Ethan once again. To have Ethan issue him commands, dark gaze on him, while Remy scrambled to obey. His shaft perked in his jeans, even though not much time had passed since Ethan took care of his need.
Good Lord.
Until then, Remy hadn’t realized how much he wanted, no needed this.
“Patience,” Ethan said sounding amused.
“Says the guy with the erection,” Remy retorted, feeling Ethan’s bulge rubbing against his.
Ethan shut Remy up by claiming his lips again, making him breathless with want. Remy moaned into his mouth when Ethan released him. His feet refused to move when the elevator reached Ethan’s floor. Ethan tugged at his shirt, and Remy followed like a good little besotted pup. Dangerous, letting a man get to him like this, but Remy wasn’t about to back away now. Ethan led him through the doorway and flicked open the apartment lights.
No foreplay was needed this time. Ethan led him directly to the bedroom. Remy breathed hard when Ethan shut the door behind him.
“Tell me what you want, Remy,” Ethan coaxed, taking off his jacket.
“What do you mean?” Remy asked uncertainly.
Ethan flashed Remy his slightly sharpened canines, before stepping out of his shoes. “The time for playing around has come to an end. Come, Remy. Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want me to do to that sweet body of yours.”
Remy flushed at that. “What I want...”
Ethan continued undressing, and Remy wondered if that action was intentional. Surely, Ethan must know what kind of reaction he roused in Remy.
Remy let out a nervous pained and needy sound when Ethan finally peeled off his shirt, unveiling the rock-hard muscles of the upper body Remy dreamed of putting his hands and mouth to again. Ethan stood in front of Remy, barefoot and bare-chested. His expression dared Remy to make the first move.
Embarrassingly vivid and erotic images instantly took root in his head, but did Ethan really expect him to voice them out loud?
Remy let out a surprised squeak when Ethan suddenly crossed the distance between them with supernatural speed. Ethan banded one arm around Remy’s waist, pulling him close. Remy groaned when Ethan’s bare flesh kissed his still-clothed body.
“Tell me,” Ethan repeated.
A feral expression settled on Ethan’s features, and his voice had gained that demanding edge that made Remy shudder. Ethan began unbuttoning his shirt, the movement subtle, slow, and seductive. The werewolf alpha clearly knew the sway he held over Remy.
“Before our fight, you promised to...” Remy practically stammered. He gathered his resolve, and met Ethan’s gaze. “Tie me up. Render my body helpless.”
Ethan’s smile widened. “Very good, pet. What else?”
“Excuse me?” Remy whispered.
Did Ethan really want to play this game? Well, fine by him, Remy hoped Ethan was ready.
“If you you’re not clear and honest about what you want, I might not deliver.” Ethan finished unbuttoning his shirt. Ethan lowered his head, catching Remy’s left nipple with his teeth. Remy groaned at the delicious stab of pain. Ethan’s hand moved to the button of his jeans.
“Then you’re going to taste every inch of me. Leave your marks on my skin. Torment me until I’m so hard, so close to bursting, but you’d deny me. Push me to the brink,” Remy whispered like a guilty supplicant at the confession box. His neck and ears had turned red. Desire beat at his eardrums like red wings, wanting to be set free.
“Very good, pet.” Ethan released his nipple, dark glint in his eyes. Remy didn’t know why the nickname sounded so perfect on Ethan’s lips. “Now undress completely, and lie on the bed.”
Remy peeled off the rest of his clothes. Every fiber of his being vibrated with excitement, although he was certain he wasn’t a secret exhibitionist. Still, it was sexy, knowing Ethan watched his every movement. Could Ethan see his cock, growing thick and hard, or hear his pulse racing and his breath hitching?
“Hands above your head, and don’t worry. Let me assure I’ve been in this lifestyle for quite some time. I won’t push you into it, but I intend to slowly ease you into it.” Ethan’s voice was soothing, smooth like honey.
Cold air caressed Remy’s skin, but Ethan’s proximity quickly increased the temperature a couple of notches. Ethan drew out what Remy assumed he would use to tie him down.
“What are those? Black rope?” Remy asked curiously. He wasn’t afraid, because he knew the last thing Ethan would do was hurt him.
“Restraints made of Velcro, would you like to feel?” At his nod, Ethan let him feel the texture of the Velcro.
Remy breathed easy. He assumed Ethan would use some kind of coarse rope, or metal handcuffs, but Remy realized he had a thing or two to learn about real bondage. Ethan talked him through the rules. They agreed on Remy using the easy to remember ‘red’ ‘yellow’ and ‘green’ as safe words. Ethan picked up Remy’s left wrist. His pulse leaped. Ethan kissed the inside of his wrist, before binding it to the restraints he attached to the headboard.
“Doing okay there, pet?” Ethan asked, after securing both his hands. “Remember, if you’re uncomfortable with anything, remember your safe words.”
“Are you purposely delaying this on purpose to torment me?” Remy asked. He groaned when Ethan pinched the tip of his erect cock.
Good Lord, Remy was incredibly aroused he wanted Ethan to get on with it.
“Patience, trust, and communication is the key to any D/s relationship, although yes. It is fun to watch you squirm.” Ethan trailed his fingers down Remy’s pectorals, tracing his way down the flat of his ribs and stomach.
“Oh God.”
“Those two words aren’t what I want to hear, Remy,” Ethan admonished him. “Don’t make me bend you over and spank you.
Remy shivered with excitement, unsure why the erotic image of Ethan bending him over his lap, and smacking his ass made his balls tighten against his body. It took Remy a second to find the answer. “Please, Ethan.”
“Please, Sir,” Ethan correctly gently.
“Please, Sir,” Remy repeated. He was shocked by how excited he was getting by those two words and their implication—giving another the ability to give and deny, torment and please him.
“Very nice, pet.”
Remy didn’t know why he flushed at the pleasure in Ethan’s words. His mouth went dry when Ethan finally stepped out of his trousers and boxers, unveiling his steel-hard length.
“Do you want this inside you?” Ethan asked.
“Oh yes. Please,” Remy added at the very last second.
Ethan’s smiled widened.
Remy groaned when Ethan finally joined him in bed, blanketing Remy’s body with his. The kiss of their skin made Remy emit a needy sound. He shouldn’t be surprised Ethan didn’t mount him immediately. The alpha werewolf enjoyed the foreplay too much. Usually, Remy enjoyed the slow burn, but tonight, he needed Ethan inside him.
“Ethan. Sir—” Remy began, but Ethan pressed a finger to his lips.
“Hush, baby. Enjoy this.” Ethan nuzzled the side of his neck, licking and nibbling, seemingly fascinated by that area of skin. “Seems like the thought of a spanking excites you, so the next time I’m going to show you how erotic spanking can be a pleasure, not a punishment.”
Remy tightened his grip on the restraints. God. The powerful image rose up in his head again. Combined with being tied down, it only heightened the pressure building inside him.
“I don’t—” Remy began to deny, but Ethan gave him a searing look of disapproval. “I’d like that, Sir.”
“Excellent, pet.”
Ethan made his way up his neck, the side of his jaw, before finally sealing Remy’s lips with his. Ethan kissed him rough, making his head spin. Remy felt Ethan’s length pressing up against his stomach, and knew his own dug against Ethan’s.
“Do you know what it means, being a werewolf’s mate?” Ethan asked after releasing his lips.
“I’ve heard about the concept of mates,” Remy answered, unsure why Ethan was asking this now. “But no, I don’t really know what it means. Why did you bring that up now?”
“If you agree to be my mate it means you’re mine, and no one else’s. It’s the purest form of love. When a shifter finds its mate and ties the knot, they share one soul and one life force.” Ethan kissed his way down, his hands exploring Remy’s sides, clutching at him like a lifeline.
Remy had trouble thinking with Ethan touching him, but that one word shone like a beacon. “Ethan,” he whispered. “Please. Wait.”
Ethan paused from his task and gave him a look of query.
“You said...that word. That mating someone is the purest form of love. Why did you tell me about that?”
“Silly, pet. Don’t you realize it yet? You’re my fated mate.”
Remy let out a nervous laugh, but Ethan’s dead serious expression stopped him cold. “Ethan, please tell me you’re kidding.”
“I’m certainly not. All shifters come with a built-in internal radar, like its embedded in our DNA. We all know the moment we chance upon our mate. It’s a hundred percent certain. Whether it’s in our genes, or some supernatural juju, we never make a mistake.”
“Really, never?” Remy asked.
He still had trouble wrapping his head around the boatload of information Ethan suddenly unloaded on him. It made complete sense why Ethan was drawn to him. Why Ethan acted all possessive at the club to the point he’d start a fight with a werebear and Remy was the prize. Still, despite Ethan’s sweet words and promises, Remy had a hard time believing of all the billions of people in the world, Ethan and his wolf would pick him.
“Never,” Ethan confirmed. “If you have trouble believing it, then I’ll just have to prove it to you with my cock, hands and mouth.”
“This is moving a little quick for me,” Remy confessed. “Ethan, we’re only on our second date.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me, or commit to me, Remy. “ Ethan sighed. “All I’m telling you is the truth. I’m in this for the long haul because you’re my mate. Even if you don’t believe it now, I’m going to wait, even if it takes months or years.”
Remy didn’t know why his breath caught in his throat, or why he started tearing up. “God, Ethan. I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“You’re worth it, Remy, and I’m going to make sure you know that.” Ethan resumed kissing his way down. Ethan nudged Remy’s apart as his lips reached the inside of Remy’s thigh. “Don’t worry your little head for now. We’ll take things one step at a time. Okay?”
“Okay,” Remy agreed.
Remy groaned when Ethan gently blew at his tip.
“Aren’t you perfect, all tied up and looking flushed. So ready for me,” Ethan observed.
“Please, Ethan,” Remy begged, unable to take it any longer.
“Soon, pet.” Ethan brushed his lips against his cockhead, before reaching out for the condom and lube by the drawer.
Remy strained in his bonds. He watched Ethan impatiently as the werewolf alpha finally slipped on a condom. Ethan drizzled a generous amount of lube down his crack and fingers. Remy groaned when Ethan slipped a wet finger inside his puckered hole, and then a second, scissoring Remy for his access.
“Please, Sir,” Remy begged.
“My two favorite words on your lips,” Ethan said.
Finally, Ethan lifted Remy’s feet over his broad shoulders. Remy’s fingers pulled on the restraints. His entire body tensed up, strung up with too much anticipation. Remy sighed when Ethan finally breached his hole, sliding his cockhead in.
This wasn’t the first time Ethan mounted Remy, but Remy was still stunned by the sheer size of him. Like before, Ethan went in, slow and careful, letting Remy get used to him. Remy groaned and felt deliciously impaled as Ethan sheathed himself hilt-deep inside Remy.
“Missed this, pet? Missed me?” Ethan asked, amused.
In this position, bared, and their bodies joined, Remy couldn’t lie. He didn’t need to. “Oh yes.”
“I missed you too. Tell me how you want me to ride you tonight, Remy,” Ethan coaxed.
“I already did. Before,” Remy said, breathless.
Ethan’s cock remained embedded deep inside him, glowing like a brand.
“Remind me.”
Remy flushed. “Fast and hard. Please, Sir.”
“Good answer.” Ethan dispensed with the teasing and began to fuck him.
Slow and steady at first, before increasing his momentum—a considerate lover, despite his perchance to dominate in the bedroom. Remy couldn’t deny Ethan’s dominance was one of the factors that attracted him to the alpha though. Being with Ethan led Remy to the realization people could really have multiple sides, both private and public.
“No thinking, pet,” Ethan reminded him. Remy noticed how his pupils had turned to werewolf amber, but he wasn’t afraid. “Let go.”
Remy did, but it was a given his thoughts emptied out. All that mattered was how his body responded to Ethan. A moan spilled out of him, when Ethan reached for Remy’s cock and began stroking Remy in tune to his thrusts. The heat kindled inside him, threatening to explode into a true inferno.
God. This was what Remy had been avoiding all week? Was he crazy? Why fight, when yielding felt so good?
Ethan changed his angle, suddenly hitting Remy’s sweet spot. He gasped, but Ethan didn’t relent. He hit Remy’s prostate again and again, continuing to pump Remy’s cock. Remy was so close to bursting again, but he remembered Ethan’s command.
“Come for me, pet, all over my fingers. Do it now.”
Thank God. Remy let out a scream, and unloaded his cum. Ethan growled, the sound triumphant. It didn’t take long for Ethan to follow. A couple of thrusts in him, Remy felt Ethan explode.
Remy’s orgasm went on for a long time. He was vaguely aware of Ethan recovering first. Ethan disposed of the soiled condom and released Remy’s wrists. Ethan disappeared inside the bathroom, and came back with a washcloth to clean both of them up.
“That was...amazing,” Remy breathed.
Ethan’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “That’s only a preview of what’s to come, Remy. I hope you’re ready for more.”
“Oh yes. I mean.” Remy licked his lips. “I’m ready.”
“Remy.” Ethan tilted his chin upwards. “Always be honest with me. Never be afraid to voice out your thoughts.”
“Okay.” Remy took a deep breath. “Does that mean I’m your lover, boyfriend, sub then?”
Ethan laughed, and then looked thoughtful. “I suppose all three? Would you like that?”
“Very much.”
* * * *
Remy felt like he was floating on cloud nine. Ethan’s alarm bell rang, signaling it was morning. The last time he was here, Remy woke up to a nightmare. This time was different though, because no one was going to spoil Ethan and his moment of happiness. Not Lindsay or anyone else.
Furthermore, Ethan assured him he’d only be picking Miriam up later that afternoon. Ethan promised Remy they would both need to have a sit-down with Miriam and explain the situation. Remy was worried, but Ethan assured him Miriam would be pleased they were together.
To Remy, it felt like he’d pressed the ‘pause’ button on his life for an entire week, and he was only now getting the pieces of his life back together—with Ethan’s help of course. Ethan had repeatedly assured Remy he intended to keep him. The least Remy could do was have more self-confidence and live up to Ethan’s expectations.
Ethan kissed the back of his neck. Remy snuggled closer to all that warm delicious muscle.
“You’re better than any blanket,” he murmured.
Ethan let out a little laugh. “I’m thinking of getting us some breakfast.”
Remy groaned. “I’d rather we lie here all day. Roll around, then maybe order take-out later.”
“If that’s your wish, sure. I rather like you in my bed.” Ethan nipped at Remy’s ear, and began kissing his neck. At this rate, Remy would soon be wide-awake, but thankfully, Ethan stopped. “I’m starving though, and we werewolves get hungry easily. You sure gave me such a taxing workout the night before. There’s a nearby café that serves excellent breakfast food.”
If Remy were fully awake, he’d glare at the arrogant alpha and have a snappy comeback ready. Instead, he managed to grumble a couple of words. He did remember Ethan did mention he usually needed to refuel his shifter body with twice the portions human males ate—without gaining a pound. Another trait Remy envied.
“What was that?” Ethan teased.
“I want some waffles and bacons. Coffee too.”
“I’ll be back soon.” Ethan began to draw away, but Remy caught his hand. “You won’t know I’m gone. Relax, baby. If there’s any problem, you have my number. I also have Brody, one of my guards outside. Yell if you need anything.”
Remy sighed into his pillow. “Fine, but don’t take too long.”
Ethan chuckled, and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Will do, pet.”