The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 204

** Remy’s POV **

Paige settles over my lap as if she was made for it, her thighs spread over mine, her weight sinking down slowly until I can feel every warm line of her body pressed against me. My hands hover at her hips for a moment, not touching yet, because the second I touch her, I know t won’t be able to stop.

Her fingers slide over my shoulders gently, sending a shiver running down my spine. “Remy,” she breathes, and that alone nearly undoes me.

1 grip her waist finally, pulling her closer. Her soft gasp hits me like a punch to the chest. I lean in, my lips hovering just over my mate mark. I wish I could redo it.

Not just to make it a better experience for her, but because, despite the circumstances at the time, making her mine was still one of the best moments of my life.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I whisper against her throat.

She does, though. I can feel it through the bond, the answering thrum of need, the heat pooling low in her belly, the way her power sparks beneath her skin like it’s waking up just for me.

She runs her hands down my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle as if memorising them.”I want to mark you,” she whispers.

My pulse jumps. “Take me, then.”

Her eyes flash with power, and she leans in, kissing me.

Her mouth moves with a hunger that steals the breath from my lungs.

My hands slide over her hips, gripping tighter, guiding her against me. Her tongue glides against mine, and she rolls her hips, grinding her heat against my erection. Goddess, I can’t wait to be inside her.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and her breath catches when she looks down at me. Her fingertips glide over my skin, mapping every scar, every line, every place she’s seen before but never explored this way. Tonight, she takes her time.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs.

No one has ever said that about me in my entire life. My throat tightens, and my wolf pushes hard against my skin, desperate for her.

When her fingers move lower, teasing at the skin just above my waistband, my breath hitches.

“Let me see you,” I say, my voice coming out rough as l grip the bottom of the oversized T-shirt she’s wearing.

She nods slowly.

I lift the fabric, and she raises her arms, letting me strip itaway. The sight of her steals whatever strength I had left.

Her glow, her warmth, the faint shimmer dancing across her skin… she looks every inch the Goddess she is.

Stunning, perfect, and mine.

I hold her waist, gently pulling her closer so her chest presses against mine, and trail my hands down her back, stopping to grip her ass and guiding her to grind against me again as her mouth meets mine in another mind-melting kiss. Her power wakes instantly, spreading like molten lava wherever we touch. My kisses trail lower until I reach my mark on her skin. I nip at it, and she gasps.

My wolf bows to her instinctively, submitting, recognising his claim on her and wanting her claim in return.

“Paige,” I breathe against her collarbone. “Tell me where you want to mark me.”

She presses her palm to the left side of my chest, right over my heart. Her touch burns in the best way.

“Here,” she whispers. “This is where you feel like home.”

I swear softly, pulling her into another kiss. This one is messy, hungry, the kind that makes me go dizzy. She moves against me with a soft moan that sets me on fire from the inside out.

Paige stops, pulling away suddenly, and for one horrifying heartbeat I think l’ve hurt her, or she’s changed her mind about me. But when I look in her eyes and see the almost crazed desperation there, I understand.She scrambles off my lap; her breaths short and fast as she stands in front of me. For a moment I’m stunned by her. Unable to do anything but stare at her in awe. From her wild, copper-toned hair, her pretty blue eyes that are now flecked with gold, high cheekbones peppered with the most adorable freckles, and plump, pink lips, to the curve of her full breasts and hourglass-shaped waist and, hips. She is perfection.

“Pants off, now,” she says breathlessly as she shoves down her pyjama shorts.

I don’t waste a second lifting my hips to push the fabric down. My c*ck springs free, and she lets out a small whimper, dropping to her knees in front of me and helping me pull them the rest of the way off.

Before I can help her up, her delicate fingers wrap around my length, her thumb stroking over my tip, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body.

“Fuck,” I breathe, screwing my eyes shut as she teases me with the gentlest of touches.

Then, she catches me off guard, making me suck in a sharp breath as she licks a warm line from the base to the tip before wrapping her lips around me and sucking me in with a moan. My hand moves to the back of her head instinctively, but I don’t use it to guide her, or hold her in place; we both know she is the one in full control here.

The hold this woman has over me is terrifying, but i don’t care; want to drown in her.I can barely breathe as her mouth pushes me right to the very edge, before she releases me with a pop. I could cry with the loss, but I don’t, because I haven’t earned my release yet. i don’t get to finish first, ever, and especially not with her.

Taking her hands, I help her to her feet, and then I scoot off the couch to kneel in front of her.

“Remy, what…”

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