Weeks Later
“So I’ll be expecting you to ace your finals, Miriam.” Remy gave his best student a stern look, but knew he failed spectacularly at being firm when she let out a giggle.
“Sure, Rem.” She closed her textbook and began packing her pencil case.
Remy sighed, but the little girl took him by surprise when she leapt out of her seat and gave him a hug.
“I’m really glad papa got you back,” she whispered in his ear.
“I’m glad I’m back,” Remy said, touched.
Over the past few weeks, Ethan had taken Miriam to a grief counselor to talk about her mother’s death. For a while, Miriam stopped talking to him altogether, but eventually, Miriam accepted the truth that Lindsay’s death was no one’s fault.
“You’re going to ace that test,” he told her.
Miriam scoffed. She looked like her father for a second, like she intended to conquer the world. “I know. Anyway, I think it’s about time I scoot. I think that’s Maddie and her mom ringing the doorbell and I know papa and you need some private time.”
Remy still flushed at that, but Ethan was keen on being honest with Miriam about their relationship.
“Indeed, runt.” Both Remy and Miriam turned their heads at the sound of Ethan’s voice. Even in a plain white shirt and boxers, Ethan looked too good to eat. Then again, Ethan looked great in everything.
Miriam rolled her eyes. She shoved her school books, worksheets and pencil case into her bag, before picking up her overnight bag.
“Remember to take your jacket. It’s cold out. Are you sure you haven’t forgotten anything?” Remy asked worriedly. Miriam groaned, but allowed him to help her into her pink jacket.
“It’s already bad enough papa nags, now you do it too,” Miriam complained. Remy froze from double-checking her overnight bag. Ethan chuckled, came close to Remy, and banded his arm around his waist.
Remy surrendered the bag back to Miriam.
“Give me a quick kiss before you leave, Miriam,” Ethan said.
She let out an exasperated sound, but nonetheless kissed Ethan on the cheek. Miriam surprised Remy when she gave him a quick peck too, before running to the door. Remy knew Mal waited by the doorway, to help accompany Miriam, Maddie, and her mother to their apartment. While a chunk of time had passed since the kidnapping, Ethan kept the security team around. Remy couldn’t blame him for being overprotective. He understood the risks when he agreed to be Ethan’s mate. The alpha werewolf would always have enemies to face. Dangers to watch out for, but if Ethan was willing to do the work, then Remy could do the same.
Making certain Miriam was gone, Ethan spun him. Pulled him close so their bodies and growing erections touched, and they finally locked lips. Remy closed his eyes, body tingling as Ethan tightened his grip.
Ethan nipped and sucked at his bottom lip, and Remy’s cock perked in his jeans as Ethan deepened the kiss. Eager for more, Remy grinded against Ethan, but Ethan released his lips and placed a finger to Remy’s lips.
“Patience, pet. We can’t end the game just when we’ve started,” Ethan reprimanded.
Remy groaned, impatient, but Ethan’s demanding voice sent a thrill down his spine like always. He would never admit it out loud, but he secretly liked the thrill of the chase. Remy couldn’t get enough of being teased and tormented by Ethan’s cruel and expert hands.
“Strip and assume position, sub,” Ethan’s voice tickled against his ear.
Ethan let him go, so Remy could start stripping. Even now, Remy’s hands shook and his pulse raced under Ethan’s expected gaze. He fumbled for the buttons of his shirt, relieved he finally got them undone. Ethan let out an appreciative growl as Remy stood, half-naked in front of him.
“Continue. Don’t make me wait, pet, or are you begging for a spanking?”
Maybe Remy did, because after delaying it so long, he finally let Ethan bend him over his lap two weeks ago. God. Remy didn’t know being spanked was the most erotic and sexiest thing he’d ever experienced. He wouldn’t tell Ethan that though, although he suspected the dominant alpha werewolf knew his kinks.
“No, sir.” Remy stripped down to his boxers and hesitated.
“I can see your need, sub. No reason to hide.” Ethan smiled, flashing teeth.
Face flushed, Remy stepped out of his boxers and knelt in front of Ethan. Ethan approached him, nudged a foot to spread Remy’s legs wider, to reveal his aching and curving cock.
“Very nice, pet.”
Standing so close to him, Remy keenly felt their roles. Him nude and kneeling, and Ethan fully clothed and in command—werewolf and human, dominant and submissive, and both very much in love with each other. Remy was also aware of Ethan’s hard-on staring at him in the face. He licked his lips, excited by the prospect of taking Ethan’s length between his lips, and wielding the power to make his dominant mate groan.
“Please, sir. May I please you?” Remy asked. A few weeks ago, he would’ve been so embarrassed to ask, to bare his body and soul so openly to his Dom, but now he was more confident. Sure of his needs.
“Go ahead, sub,” Ethan said, pulling off his shirt.
Remy reached out and unzipped Ethan’s jeans. He pulled out Ethan’s cock, which stood long, full and erect. He applied pressure to Ethan’s balls, knowing how Ethan liked that. Remy flicked his tongue over the pre-cum gathered at Ethan’s cockhead, enjoying Ethan’s sound of appreciation. Placed at the position to torment his Dom, Remy took his time, dragging his tongue from root to head.
Ethan groaned, spearing his fingers through Remy’s hair. He tugged, sending a delicious ache through Remy’s body. “I won’t last. Go deep, pet.”
Remy obeyed, opening his mouth to take Ethan. He gagged at first, before getting used to Ethan’s size. By now, Remy was good at giving head. He applied careful suction with every inch. Ethan growled, and the sound warmed his insides. Once Ethan’s tip reached the back of his throat, he drew out. Remy took a few seconds, before diving back in a few more times.
Ethan gripped his hair hard, and Remy knew he was close. The alpha let out a tell-tale shudder.
“Swallow, sub,” Ethan commanded hoarsely. Remy was only happy to, not spilling a drop.
Ethan drew out of his mouth, breathing hard, his amber eyes unfocused. Jesus. Remy’s balls drew in tight against his body at the sight. He was close to bursting too, but he kept his orgasm in.
“Good job.” Ethan offered Remy a hand up, and pulled him up. “Time to give you your daily spanking, sub.”
Remy couldn’t keep the eager moan from escaping him. Ethan led him to their bedroom. Sometimes Remy still couldn’t believe he was Ethan Drake’s live-in boyfriend. Ethan had been gracious enough to accommodate Remy’s things, and they made furniture decisions together.
Once inside, Ethan locked the door. Remy watched him pull out a couple of items from their toy drawer. Ethan laid out each item on the bed, letting Remy see the items. There was a pair of leather cuffs, a spreader bar, blindfold, a wicked-looking leather strap, condoms, ointment, and lube. Ethan sat on the edge on the bed, and looked at him expectedly.
“Are you going to make this easy or hard, pet?”
Remy swallowed. “Easy, sir.”
“Perfect.” Ethan held out his hand and Remy clasped it. “Do you trust me, Remy?”
Ethan asked that question each time they began a scene, and Remy always gave him the same answer. “Of course, sir.”
Remy noticed the brief pleasure flash through his eyes.
“Wrists, pet.” Remy offered his wrist, sighing at the familiar slap of leather on his skin. After securing the cuffs, Ethan placed a blindfold over his head, and helped position him over his lap. Remy bit his lip as he felt the cool air caress his bare ass. Being unable to see also seemed to heighten his other senses.
God. The anticipation was killing him.
“Stay still,” Ethan chided, pinching his left ass cheek, before suddenly delivering a smart bare-handed smack. Remy moaned, as Ethan delivered a couple of blows to either cheek, warming him up. “Where are we, pet?”
“Green,” Remy managed, holding his breath. Ethan massaged the sore flesh. Remy’s heart stilled. Ethan must have picked up the leather strap, because he felt the texture of the tip gently slapping his ass.
“A set of twenty would do,” Ethan decided. “Are you ready, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” Remy whispered.
“Start counting loud and clear,” Ethan commanded.
He let out a shaky breath when Ethan let the strap fly. The first blow reverberated through Remy, sending a confusing jolt of both pleasure and pain right through his chest and aching cock.
“One...” Remy murmured.
“I can’t hear you, sub. Louder, or I’ll have to start all over again,” Ethan chided.
“One,” Remy rasped. Thankfully, his voice came out clear the next time.
The fifth sent his mind spinning, his entire body humming and anticipating the next blow. By the tenth, Remy was practically squirming and begging on Ethan’s lap, but he knew he could take the set. At twenty, Remy let out a croak of relief.
“Hush. You’ve made me very proud, pet.” Ethan murmured.
Ethan took off the blindfold, cuffs, and rubbed ointment into the fresh welts. Remy sighed as Ethan used his talented fingers to massage his skin. Still, Ethan hadn’t eased Remy’s hard-on one bit, despite knowing how it dug against his jeans. The bastard.
“Would you like to ask me something, sub?” Ethan asked, amused.
“Please, sir,” Remy begged, on the verge of splintering apart.
Ethan easily repositioned and lifted Remy, so Remy now sat on his lap. As if knowing what he needed, Ethan’s hand found its way to his steel-hard length. “Come.”
At the certainty and satisfaction in Ethan’s voice, Remy finally let out a sigh of relief. He shuddered as waves of pleasure assaulted his body. Ethan held him close the entire time, making certain Remy wouldn’t fall off his lap. Remy sighed, burying his head against Ethan’s bare shoulder.
“Your jeans...” Remy muttered.
“It’s fine. Fuck, Remy. Seeing you come made me hard all over again.” Remy could feel Ethan’s erection straining against his jeans.
“I want you in me, sir. Please.”
Ethan kissed him deep, their tongues and teeth tangling, before releasing him. “I’d like that too.”
Remy got off Ethan, his mouth watered, and his own member got excited as Ethan stripped off his jeans and boxers. Ethan grinned, knowing Remy watched him in appreciation. “On fours, baby.”
His cheeks flushed at the unexpected term of endearment. Remy took position, offering his still-aching ass at Ethan. Ethan let loose a laugh. Remy heard Ethan tear off a condom wrapper, before moving behind him.
“I can’t get enough of seeing the marks I made on you, Remy.” Ethan ran a hand down his tender rump, making Remy groaned.
Remy liked wearing Ethan’s handiwork too, especially in the mirror when morning arrived, because they reminded him of Ethan’s fierce and delicious possession. A second later, Remy felt the cool lube down his crack, then Ethan’s fingers sliding in his tight asshole. Remy squeaked when Ethan slid a second finger in and began scissoring Remy for his access.
“Soon, pet,” Ethan assured him.
Remy then felt Ethan pushing several inches inside of him. Slicked and ready, Remy only felt slight comfort. By now, he was used to Ethan’s size. Once Ethan made his way past the thick ring of muscles, Remy breathed easy. Ethan sunk his hands deep into the flesh of his hips, the pain a delicious torment.
“How do you want me to ride you, pet?”
“Hard and fast, sir.”
Ethan didn’t ask again. He slid in and out of Remy, strokes sure, fast, and deep—stealing the very breath out of Remy. Remy groaned as Ethan repeatedly filled him.
His balls drew in tight against him, and his cock stood at half-mast, thickening with every thrust. Ethan must have changed angle, because his next entry made Remy gasp out loud. Not giving him time to catch his breath, Ethan aimed for Remy’s prostate, sending jolts of pleasure right through his cock. Ethan reached out for his shaft, and began to work him. The combined pleasure nearly sent him over the edge.
Remy didn’t even need to beg for permission.
“Come, Remy,” Ethan commanded, and Remy came again for the second time that day.
Remy’s mind flew thirty-thousand feet through the air, floating in a sea of bliss. Ethan let out a growl, emptying himself inside Remy soon after. Ethan came back a second later with a washcloth to clean both of them up.
“This is nice,” Remy mumbled. Ethan spooned next to him later, and brought him close. Remy breathed in the familiar smell of his mate. He felt Ethan’s hot mouth descending on his neck a second later, licking and sucking.
“Hard again so soon?” Remy couldn’t help but tease when he felt Ethan’s erection digging against his ass.
“You bet,” Ethan whispered.
Remy felt the slight edge of Ethan’s teeth on his neck, and knew what was coming next. Ethan and he had talked at length over the past weeks, about what it was like, being an alpha’s mate. Remy had said ‘yes’ to receiving Ethan’s permanent bite mark long ago, but Ethan thought he hadn’t been ready. So the next time Ethan asked again, Remy would give him a firm answer.
“Yes?” Ethan asked, tone full of hope.
“Yes,” Remy said without hesitation.
“Wait here. I need the first-aid beside me.” Ethan disappeared into the bathroom, and came back. He rejoined Remy back in bed. Remy sat up, letting Ethan pull him close. Ethan tipped his chin, kissed him again, and sent his head reeling.
“I need to ask you again, because once you take this path, there’s no going back. Shifters mate for life, Remy.” Ethan didn’t need to remind him. Remy already knew, and he couldn’t imagine spending the rest of his life with anyone else.
“We’ve already talked about this. I’m not going to change my mind, Ethan. I want to be your mate, if you would have me.”
“I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch,” Ethan murmured.
“Damn right,” Remy agreed. Feeling bold and more confident than he’d ever felt, he drew Ethan to him and offered Ethan the side of his neck. “Make me your mate. I’m ready.”
Ethan took his lips, then planted kisses down the side of his jaw, neck, and finally settled on the spot between Remy’s shoulder and neck. “This is the perfect spot to place the mark that will tell the world you’re mine.”
“Okay,” Remy whispered. He felt the sharp points of Ethan’s canines, anticipating the pain. Remy cried out as Ethan’s teeth pierced through layers of skin and muscle. Ethan held him though, hand on his shaft. He began to work him, pumping him to distract Remy from the pain.
Was it wrong Remy was beginning to feel so aroused? Ethan could easily rip out his throat in one jerk, but Remy knew the last thing Ethan would do was lose control. Ethan released his neck, and whispered against his neck, “come.”
Remy let out cry, as he came again and spilled his cum all over Ethan’s hand.
“That’s my brave little mate.” Ethan’s proud voice sent a thrill of satisfaction down his spine. “Relax, while I tend to your bite.”
Remy settled back against the pillows as Ethan tended to his wound. After wrapping it up, Ethan returned to bed and cradled him close.
“Thank you for doing this, for trusting me enough to take this final hard step,” Ethan said.
“What are you saying, Ethan? Our journey is only beginning and I’m looking forward to walking the future with you.”
Ethan nuzzled against his neck. “I love you, Remy Carlson.”
“Likewise, Ethan.”
The End