Spectrum (Stone Society #14) - Faith Gibson Page 0,78

Love.”

Isla pulled off, wiping her mouth. “I’m out of practice.”

Remy pulled her to her feet and carried her to the bed. “There’s plenty of time for that later. I need you, Isla. I need to be in you.”

As soon as her back hit the bed, Isla spread her legs and pulled Remy down on top of her. “I need you too. I want you to mark me again when you come. I need that connection.”

Remy would do anything his mate asked of him, and if she wanted the mate bite, who was he to deny her? His beast rumbled in his chest at the thought. Remy didn’t make her wait. He slid his cock into her already slick passage. She squeezed her inner muscles, making them tighter around his length. As he moved in and out, they stared into each other’s eyes, becoming reacquainted in body and soul. His thrusts weren’t hurried. Remy wanted their first time to last, but it had been years, and his body had other ideas. Remy tried to hold off on coming, but Isla urged him to move faster. Harder. Again, he couldn’t deny his mate. He pushed up on one hand so he could reach between them and rub her clit. Isla never had trouble getting off when they had sex, but he wanted to give her that extra push. As soon as he touched her nub, her fangs dropped, encouraging Remy’s to do the same.

With his orgasm close, Remy rubbed harder, stroked faster. “Remy.” Isla gasping his name was his cue. He pounded her core, sending her over the edge. When her inner walls clamped down, she curled her body up and sank her fangs into his neck. Remy shouted the house down as his own climax hit like a freight train, and he latched onto Isla’s neck. They retracted their teeth at the same time, licking the wounds closed. Isla flopped back, grinning. “Now that’s a proper welcome home.”

“Je t’aime, ma belle femme.”

“I love you more.” Isla brushed Remy’s hair off his forehead and threaded her fingers through his locks. “I wanted to die when I thought you and Rain were gone. When I was first with Craven, I had no desire to live. Then one day, I was sitting outside in the sunshine, and a wave of peacefulness washed over me. At first, I thought it was the gods letting me know it was okay to cross over, but as soon as I had that idea, a gust of wind swirled hard enough to lift my hair. All the while I was outside, the air had been still. When the blast came out of nowhere, I got to thinking. If you, my true mate, were no longer of this world, I would have known the second you crossed over. The bond would have snapped in two. I never felt anything like that. So, I held onto hope that one day, you and I would be reunited.”

“I’m glad you held onto that hope.” Remy rolled to his back and pulled his mate close. Isla rested her head on his chest just over his heart. “I’ll admit I didn’t handle things quite as well. I fell into a deep depression, locking myself away. Eventually, I left France and headed west. I needed to get away from everything that reminded me of you and Rainier. I ended up in California. The depression lessened, but my heart was still shredded. I was looking for an outlet for my frustrations, and when I found a gym run by local Gargoyles, I found more than I bargained for. I told them my story, and the manager hooked me up with Sinclair Stone. He offered me the job overseeing the new penitentiary, and I accepted. In doing so, I became part of the Clan. I was no longer alone. I had a purpose. Sin sent me here to learn everything about running a prison, but between finding Rain and going after both Craven and Nash, I haven’t been as invested as I should be. I’m not sure I’m the best candidate for the job. They need someone they can count on.”

Isla rose up to look at him, slapping his hard abs as she did. “Remy Durand, you are the most capable male I know. You are smart. You have a head for business. You’re the take-charge type. Rain and I are back where we belong. We’re safe. If this is something you want to do, then do it.