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I had no idea where the words came from, but I was perfectly blended between my animal side and my human side. Zara and I had had certain power dynamics we liked to play with in our relationship, but I’d had to take certain precautions with her that I didn’t have to worry about now. Suddenly, the restraints had been pulled off me, and I didn’t have to hold back anymore. Not when Jeannie was begging for more.
“I was,” Jeannie panted. “I was meant for this. I was meant foryou.”
That simple utterance broke what little restraint I had left, and I pulled nearly all the way out before sliding forward in one long, steady thrust. The gasp that escaped Jeannie onlyamplified my own reaction, and it felt like the last strings of civilization fell away from me, leaving only the baser parts of us.
“Oh,God,Remy, like that. Just like that!”
I snarled, my world narrowing down to Jeannie and only Jeannie. Pressing my hips forward, I buried myself inside her, then drew back. It was wanton, it was raw, and I wasn’t holding anything back.
The room filled with sounds of my grunts, Jeannie’s mewls, and flesh slapping against flesh. There was no shame to it, only passion and pleasure building in a rapid tumult.
I wouldn’t last long, but I was determined to feel what it would be like to have Jeannie lose herself on my aching length. I circled her clit again as I fucked her hard.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me. I know you can. You’re gonna come right on my cock, and you’re not gonna hold anything back.”
She nodded, mouth agape, face red, little beads of sweat on her forehead. God, she had never looked more beautiful. If I had any sort of artistic talent, I’d want to create something to pay homage to her, but as it were, all I could do was give her unchecked release.
“God, fuck, Remy, I’m gonna… I think?—”
I bent low, not changing my pace at all as I kissed her hard, letting her feel everything my brain couldn’t quite communicate.
“No thinking,” I ordered as I pulled away, letting the rough pad of my finger move directly over her sensitive clit again and again. “Just feel, baby. Feel, andcome for me.”
It wasn’t exactly shocking that Jeannie took directions well in bed. From what I had learned of the world, it was often the responsible, incredibly independent and capable people who longed for the release of submission or being a bottom in the bedroom. Jeannie always had so much weight andresponsibilities on her shoulders, I was more than happy to give her an escape from that. She deserved it. She deserved somuch.
“Remy!”
Her walls clamped down on me, and she arched off the bed, her hands finding my chest, nails raking down my skin. I took that as my cue to chase my own release, and I pumped into her without restraint, lifting her hips to go faster and deeper within her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jeannie!”
It was just us crying each other’s names, no glorious declarations or soliloquies, but it rang true for both of us. I came so hard it felt like my soul left my body.
Everything was a rush of euphoria and dopamine, my entire body flooded with sensation as I emptied into her.
When I finally came down, I was completely empty. I collapsed next to Jeannie’s boneless form, both of us sticky and breathing hard.
Eventually, we would need to go to the bathroom to clean up. Jeannie didn’t have the accelerated healing and resistance to infections that shifters had, but that could wait. For the moment, I was content to bask in the afterglow. Moments like these were so rare, it would be a waste to rush it out the door.
There were things we had to deal with, discussions to be had now that she knew shifters existed, but those could wait until the morning. For now, it was just the two of us.
And that was enough.
Chapter 23
Jeannie
The Aftermath
I woke up sore,my legs aching from the hike and certain other parts of me from other activities.
I groaned as I tried to sit up, and a chuckle came in reply. Cracking a single eye open, I saw Remy standing in his briefs and undershirt, looking even more scrumptious than usual.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” he said, grinning at me like the cat that had stolen the cream. Or perhaps more appropriately, a bear who got to the honey.
“Morning,” I tried to say back in a sexy, coquettish voice, but it came out as a smoker’s rasp. Huh, I was probably a little dehydrated.
“Don’t worry, I got you. You had a very active day yesterday.”
