"More?" He laughed, low and dark, the sound rumbling through his chest, and suddenly he pulled out entirely.
The loss of him was devastating. I sobbed at the emptiness, my hips chasing him, my body clenching around nothing. "No—Remy, please—" My hands reached for him blindly, fingers grasping at air.
"Turn over." It wasn't a request. His hands were already on me, flipping me onto my stomach before I could process the command, pressing me down into the mattress with one broad palm between my shoulder blades. "Face down. Ass up. Now."
I scrambled to obey, my limbs clumsy and shaking, getting my knees under me and pressing my chest to the bed. The position left me completely exposed, completely vulnerable, my face turned to the side and pressed into the pillow, my ass in the air, my slick dripping down my thighs.
"Fuck." His voice came from behind me, rough and reverent, and I felt his hands grip my hips, thumbs digging into the flesh of my ass, spreading me open. "Look at you. So wet you're dripping. Making a mess of my sheets." One finger traced through my folds, gathering slick, and I shuddered. "All this for me?"
"Yes—" I pushed back against his hand, desperate for more contact. "All for you—please, Remy, I need?—"
"I know what you need." He notched himself at my entrance and pushed in—one long, devastating stroke that filled me completely, that made me scream into the pillow, my fingers clawing at the sheets. The angle was deeper than before, impossibly deep, his cock pressing against places that made stars burst behind my eyes.
He didn't give me time to adjust. He fucked me like he was trying to break me—hard, fast, brutal thrusts that slammed his hips against my ass, that made the whole houseboat rock, that made the water slap against the hull in obscene rhythm. One hand fisted in my hair and pulled my head back, arching my spine, the stretch adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. The other hand gripped my hip hard, holding me in place, not letting me squirm away from the intensity.
"This what you wanted?" His voice was guttural, barely human, his accent so thick the words nearly slurred together, his hips snapping against my ass with bruising force. "Wanted me to stop being all talk? Wanted me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes—yes—god, yes—" The words tore from my throat, ragged and desperate, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only take it. Every thrust punched a sound out of me—broken, desperate noises that filled the small cabin, mixing with the slap of skin on skin and his grunts of effort. My inner walls were clenching around him with every stroke, pleasure building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter.
"Touch yourself." He released my hair to grab my hand, his fingers rough and demanding as he shoved it between my body and the mattress, pressing my fingers against my own clit. His other hand gripped my hip, holding me steady for his thrusts. "Make yourself come. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
I rubbed my clit in frantic circles, too far gone to be embarrassed, too desperate to do anything but chase the orgasm building inside me. His thrusts never slowed, never gentled, each one driving me higher, pushing me closer to an edge I could barely see.
"That's it." His hand returned to my hair, pulling again, his fist tight at the base of my skull, and the slight pain mixed with the pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart. His breath was hot against my ear, his chest pressed to my back. "I can feel you getting close. Feel you clenching around me. You going to come for me, chere? Going to scream my name?"
"Remy….Alpha!!" His name was a sob, a prayer, the only word left in my vocabulary, my face pressed into the pillow, my fingers white-knuckled in the sheets. "AlphaI'm—I'm going to?—"
"Do it." He slammed into me harder, deeper, his voice a command that brooked no argument, his amber eyes burning into mine. "Come. Now."
I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me with enough force to black out my vision, my body clamping down around him so hard he groaned, my scream muffled by the pillow as every muscle in my body seized. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, relentless, endless, my inner walls pulsing around his cock in rhythmic contractions that I couldn't control.
He fucked me through it—didn't slow down, didn't stop, just kept driving into me with that brutal rhythm while I fell apart around him. The pleasure crested and broke and crested again, rolling through me in waves that didn't seem to end.
"Good girl." His voice was tight, strained, sweat dripping from his temple onto my shoulder, his thrusts growing erratic. "So fucking good. But I'm not done with you yet." Before I could process his words, he pulled out—and the loss of him wrenched a sob from my chest—and flipped me onto my back. I blinked up at him, dazed, my body still twitching with aftershocks, and he hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them up toward my chest, folding me nearly in half.
"Need to see your face," he said, his voice rough, his amber eyes wild and dark as he looked down at me, sweat dripping from his brow, his chest heaving. "Need to watch you fall apart."
He pushed back inside, and the new angle was so deep, so intense, that I cried out, my hands flying to his forearms to grip them, my nails digging in. He was hitting places that shouldn't exist, pleasure and pressure building already even though I'd just come, my oversensitive body sparking with every movement.
"Too much—" I gasped, my head thrashing against the pillow, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, my body shaking beneath him. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"You can." He started to move—long, deep strokes that dragged against every nerve ending, that made me feel every inch of him. "You can take it. You can take everything I give you." He lowered his head to press his forehead against mine, his eyes locked on my face, watching every flicker of sensation cross my features. "Because you're mine and I'm going to make you feel so good you forget your own name."
He was true to his word. He fucked me slow and deep, building me up again with a patience that contradicted the feral edge in his eyes. Every stroke was deliberate, calculated to drag across my g-spot, to grind his pelvis against my clit. His hands held my legs spread wide, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, keeping me open and exposed.
"Please—" I was begging without knowing what I was begging for, tears streaming down my temples, my fingers digging into his forearms hard enough to leave bruises, my body wound so tight I thought I might snap. "Remy, please, I need?—"
"Need what?" He rolled his hips in a slow circle that made me see stars, his cock pressing against every sensitive spot at once, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips even as sweat beaded on his forehead. "Tell me. Use your words."
"Need you—need you to—" I couldn't finish, couldn't think, my hips rolling desperately against his, chasing the fullness he was denying me. The pleasure was building again, impossibly, climbing toward a peak I wasn't sure I could survive. "Please—" The word broke on a sob.
"Need me to what?" He pulled almost all the way out and held there, just the tip inside me, denying me the fullness I craved, his jaw tight with restraint. I whimpered, my hips trying to chase him, but his grip on my thighs kept me pinned, his thumbs pressing bruises into the soft flesh. "Say it, chere. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me." The words ripped out of me, shameless and desperate, my back arching off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets above my head. "Fuck me harder—make me come again—please, Alpha, please—" My voice cracked on the title, my whole body trembling with need.
Something snapped in him at the word Alpha. He slammed home with a growl that vibrated through both of us, and then he was fucking me in earnest—brutal, punishing thrusts that drove the breath from my lungs, that made the headboard slam against the wall, that made me scream. His hand found my clit and rubbed in fast, tight circles, relentless pressure that pushed me higher and higher.
"That's right," he snarled against my neck, his teeth grazing the spot where his bond mark would go, his breath hot and ragged on my skin. "I'm your Alpha. And you're going to come on my cock again. You're going to fall apart for me, and then I'm going to knot you so full you feel me for days."
