by Fel Fern
“Oh God, please Ethan, I need you in me.” His face burned crimson at the admission, but it had been enough.
Ethan pressed his tip teasingly against his waiting hole, slowly nudged several inches in.
Remy let out a ragged breath, taken aback by the size of him, but Ethan took his time, making sure he got used to him. A delicious heat sparked inside his, gaining intensity until Ethan buried himself hilt deep.
Ethan didn’t move for the next few seconds. Feeling deliciously impaled, Remy
squirmed. Ethan blanketed his body over hiss, his hard chest rubbing against his upper body.
Remy groaned, fastening his hands around Ethan’s neck.
“Feel me inside you, Remy,” Ethan whispered. He breathed hard against him, and his
steel-hard length glowed inside of his like a brand. “Are you ready for me to move?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I fucking love it when pleas spill from your mouth.” Ethan kissed him hard on the lips again, before he began to move. “The next time we do, you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
Why did those words sound more effective than any poetry?
Ethan started slow at first, and began to build a rhythm. Each stroke drove jolts of
pleasure up Remy’s chest and hardening cock. Sounds of their lovemaking filled the air—Ethan’s growls, his heavy balls slapping against him, and the cries he wrangled out of Remy.
“I love how responsive you are, Remy,” Ethan said with panting breaths, his mouth hot
and wet against Remy’s neck as he pelted Remy with kisses.
He began to reach for Ethan’s hair to hold on to, but Ethan clasped both his wrists one-handed, pinning them above his head. With any other man, hell especially a shifter with supernatural strength, Remy would be alarmed, but with Ethan he felt another thrill of anticipation shot down his spine.
Who knew the feeling of being utterly helpless to the gorgeous male specimen claiming
and making his body his, could be such an erotic delight?
Ethan slowed his rhythm. Remy panted, looking up at him with wide and questioning
eyes. He looked concentrated, taking his time pushing his way into his walls until he hit his sweet spot. Remy cried out loudly, twisting in his grip.
“X hits the spot,” Ethan murmured. Then a wicked grin spread across his lips. Before
Remy could reply, Ethan drew out and slammed into his prostate. Remy let out reverberating moan. Ethan reached for his cock and began pumping him in tune with his thrusts. His head spun and logic fell away. All Remy was aware of was the clash of their bodies, sweat-soaked and a perfect fit.
“Come for me, Remy,” he commanded.
His words triggered his orgasm, and the dam keeping the pressure inside his broke open.
Remy let out a long, shuddering gasp as waves of pleasure brutally assaulted his body. jesus, he never experienced an orgasm this intense with anyone before.
Ethan let out a triumphant growl, thrusting into his several times before reaching climax.
Remy sleepily opened his eyes and saw him pulling out, and disposing of the condom. He came back a couple of seconds later with a new washcloth in hand. Remy mumbled incomprehensible thanks when Ethan cleaned both of them up. Ethan disappeared from his sight again.
This was it. The moment to decide whether Ethan was a gentleman or a bastard. Would
he ask Remy to coldly leave? Get his driver to get Remy home? Tell Remy to spend the night in the guest bedroom?
Decidedly awake, Remy rubbed at his eyes and heard the water running in his bath.
“Time for a bath, baby,” Ethan said when he came back. Remy squeaked when Ethan
easily gathered his in his arms like he hadn’t weighed a thing. Well, given his werewolf strength, Remy’s weight wouldn’t bother Ethan.
“A bubble bath? Now?” Remy asked incredulously. Ethan carried him into his bathroom,
and Remy saw bubbles floating on top of an elegant freestanding bath.
“Not a gimmick or anything. Just bathing,” Ethan promised, lowering him in. Remy
sighed as the warm water caressed his skin. “Scoot over.”
Ethan wasn’t exactly small, so they had to make do with Remy sitting on his lap. They
took turns helping each other scrub their backs and he let Ethan shampoo his hair. He took his job seriously too, lathering his hair with his fingers.
“None of the guys I’ve ever dated has ever done something this sweet,” Remy said when
Ethan helped toweled him off.
He leant his one of his oversized cotton shirts, and it fell to his knees. Remy sniffed at it, smelling fabric softener mixed with Ethan’s unique scent, which only made him laugh.
“I’m glad I’m one of a kind.” Dressed in nothing, Ethan led his back to the bedroom. He climbed on the bed, and patted the space next to him. “Come, Remy. You’ve earned a cuddle.”
Remy hadn’t simply spooned with a man before. The times Ted fucked him, he rolled to
his side of the bed after and his snores filled the room a few minutes later. He crawled into bed.
“Turn over,” Ethan said.
Remy did, and felt his arms and legs wrapped around his body later. Ethan’s body was a warm blanket behind his back. He decided he liked cuddling very much, if it came with the mind-blowing sex. Ethan’s proximity still made it hard to process what just happened, but without the earlier tension, Remy could breathe a little easier. What had just happened? How could a simple kiss turn into this?
He gasped when Ethan’s hand squeezed his left breast through the shirt.
“It’s late, Remy. Let your body and mind rest,” Ethan chided.
Remy couldn’t help it. Questions still raced through his head. In his experience, any good thing had a time limit. How long would this blissful and content feeling last? Ethan immediately silenced his worries when he started nibbling at his earlobe and kissing his way down his neck.
He sighed, feeling the press of Ethan’s cock against the curve of his buttocks.
Surely, he didn’t want round two so soon?
“Ethan, are you…?” Remy couldn’t finish his question, because Ethan slipped his hand
over his thigh, reminding Remy he had no boxers on. The thought of his cock being openly accessible to Ethan made Rent incredibly hot. Turned on without knowing why, and he was glad with the lights off, Ethan couldn’t see the flush creeping up his neck and ears.
“You’ve gotten so hard so soon, Remy?
Remy had no answer to that. He groaned when Ethan pinched his tip.
“Do you want me to fuck you again, Remy?” Ethan asked, although the werewolf clearly
knew the answer. Ethan parted from Remy for a second to reach the box of condoms he left on top of his drawer, and put one on. He heard Ethan uncap the lube and felt Ethan slide his wet fingers inside his asshole, widening him.
“I—yes,” Remy stammered.
A loud moan tore out of him as Ethan easily slid inside his waiting ass. His body
responded in kind, the muscles of his ass welcoming Ethan in. Unlike the build up before, Remy came instantly when Ethan started sliding his hand up and down his cock. He tried muffling his loud gasps through the pillow, but he heard Ethan’s growl of triumph moments later.
Remy sighed, feeling Ethan rising to clean them both of them up before settling beside him again. His sleep that night was dreamless.
Chapter Five
The hints of sunlight peeking through the curtains woke Remy up. Yawning, he stretched his arms, and was surprised by the softness of the sheets and comforter he lay on. Not his own bed. The thought troubled him. Remy rubbed at his eyes, before abruptly sitting up. It took his a second to realize he had spent the night in Ethan’s apartment.
“Oh my God,” he whispered as the events of last night came back to his in vivid color.
Panicking, Remy glanced at the bed.
Ethan wasn’t there, but it
looked like he brought in Remy’s bag and the clothes he’ worn the night before. Ethan had laid it all out neatly for Remy like a subtle message telling Remy to leave.
He reached for his satchel to search for his cell phone. The time on his screen read ten minutes past noon. Had he slept that long, and why hadn’t Ethan woke him up?
Remy scrolled down the missed calls and text messages from Trish. Trish must be
worried to death he hadn’t come home last night and they were supposed to have breakfast together.
Guilt rammed into Remy. Last night he felt like being swept inside an uncontrollable
whirlwind and he didn’t even think of Trish. What would he say to his best friend?
That in the span of one evening Remy had comprised his morals, the job Trish helped
him get, to become one of those men and women they often made fun of? The girls and guys on the sidewalks wearing the rumpled clothes they wore the night before, doing the Saturday morning walk of shame?
Remy quickly dressed. Hearing the arguing voices outside, Remy froze. Ethan’s voice
clashed with a shrill and high-pitched voice that belonged to another woman.
“You should call ahead if you intended to pick Miriam up from the Hills’ home,” came
Ethan’s uncommonly cold and merciless voice.
“May I remind you I’m Miriam’s mother, your wife, and your mate, Ethan? Do shifter
customs mean nothing to you? And is this what Miriam comes home to? To her useless
unreliable father and his rent boy of the night?”
Remy’s stomach dropped at that. His hands grew calmly. Wife? That couldn’t be. Ethan
was divorced.
Ethan no longer wore his ring, hadn’t he? Jesus. Remy realized in all the conversations he had with Ethan over the weeks, he’d never really bother to ask. What little he knew of Ethan’s recent wife made him nervous. Lindsay O’Connell wasn’t just Miriam’s mother. She also
belonged to one of the city’s oldest and wealthiest shifter families. Granted, Remy didn’t know much about the paranormal community, but he did know shifters took marriage and mating seriously.
In fact, he simply assumed Ethan was available and single. He forced himself to quickly dress, wishing to be out of the apartment as soon as possible. More importantly was Miriam out there, stuck in the middle of his parents’ fighting match? What would the little girl think if she saw Remy emerge from her father’s room, looking disheveled and well fucked?
“I’m a stupid bastard who doesn’t know any better,” Remy muttered angrily under his
breath. “Of course a perfect man doesn’t exist.”
Ethan and his wife continued arguing outside. “Remy isn’t a rent boy. If I catch you
coming here without any warning, a restraining order is the last thing you should be worried about. My wolf doesn’t like you, Lindsay. It wouldn’t hesitate to tear you apart.”
“You wouldn’t. I’m your wife. The divorce papers aren’t final,” the woman sputtered.
If Remy had held onto any tiny hope he misunderstood the situation, hearing those words were the final blow that yanked him back to reality. He’d just committed one of the worse things he swore he’d never do. Sleeping with a married man—worse, he hadn’t slept with any random guy. Ethan Drake cheated on his wife with his daughter’s tutor.
Considering Lindsay O’Connell was well known in both affluent human and supernatural
circles, she wouldn’t let things stand as they were. She would want compensation. Vengeance.
All Remy wanted to do was curl into a ball in the corner and never show his face to the world again.
Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes, but Remy hastily wiped them away. Screw this.
He wouldn’t go down with a fight. The next few minutes felt like an eternity, but he had to come out of the room sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, Remy clutched his belongings, exited the bedroom, and walked out into the living room to stare down two very pissed off shifters.
The End
ABOUT FEL FERN
Felicia Fern loves reading and writing erotic romances. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.
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ALPHA’S CLAIM
By Fel Fern
Ethan and Remy’s story continues in Alpha’s Claim, Part 2 of the Alpha’s Tutor series.
Quiet and reserved private tutor Remy Carlson moved to the big city to pursue his dream of teaching, but Remy is about to find out the city has claws and teeth…
It took one night for Remy to abandon his morals and professional ethics. To surrender his body and heart to werewolf billionaire Ethan Drake, only to find out the domineering alpha has secrets. Secrets that might drag Remy into the deep waters of shifter politics. Leaving Ethan is the best solution, but forgetting him much harder. How can Remy resist a possessive werewolf who already decided to claim Remy as his the moment they met?
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