The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

**Paige’s POV **

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“I’ve never seen you as a supporting act, Rem.” I rise on my toes and kiss him again, this time with the quiet desperation of someone who’s been holding herself back for too long.

pour everything I have into that kiss. Hoping he feels how much I want him, how much I need him. He responds with just as much passion, the kind that builds until it burns.

Remy’s hands skim over my body, tracing my every curve through my shirt. My fingers thread through his hair as the kiss deepens. I’m not thinking anymore; I’m just feeling.

His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, down the curve of my neck. Every touch drives my need for him higher. My breath catches as he pulls back just enough to look at me, his hand brushing my cheek.

“You sure?” he whispers.

I nod, my heart thundering. “Yeah,” I breathe.

Something shifts in his expression, a mix of relief and tenderness that steals my breath. He cups my face in both hands and kisses me again, slower this time, as though he’s trying to tell me everything he can’t put into words.

When he lifts me, it’s effortless, natural, like we’ve done this a million times before. He

carries me up the stairs, but we never stop kissing. There’s no rush, or desperate hunger; there’s just the kind of closeness that feels like coming home.

The weight of his forehead rests against mine when we pause, both of us breathing hard.” Paige,” he murmurs, voice rough. “You make me forget how much I hate this world.”

I smile softly, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip. “That’s because you don’t hate it, not really. You just haven’t given it a chance to show you everything it has to offer yet.”

His answering exhale is shaky, almost a laugh, and then his mouth finds mine again. The rest of the world blurs around us. Right here, in this moment, only he and I exist. He sits on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap. His fingers work on the buttons of my blouse, making quick work of removing the fabric.

When he pulls back to look at me, his eyes catch on his mating mark. He runs a gentle finger over it, which sends a shiver through me.

“Please don’t cover these again, not when we are on pack lands,” he whispers, his tone

gentle.

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“I won’t, I only cover them when I need to.”

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“I know, but even though I hate the way it happened, it’s also my proudest moment. Seeing you wear my mark, to let everyone see I’m yours is indescribable,” he admits.

I cover his hand with mine over his mark. “I don’t hate how it happened.”

“You should, I didn’t give you the moment you deserved,” he says, his eyes searching mine.

“I think it happened exactly the way it needed to,” I smile, and Remy shakes his head, opening his mouth to protest. I lean in and silence him with a kiss before I give him the truth he deserves to hear. “You weren’t ready to take that step with me, but you did it anyway. You put my safety over your own feelings, the way you always do with the people around you. Plus, I was actually terrified of letting a werewolf bite my neck. If you hadn’t done it the way you did, and shown me that it was nothing to fear, I probably would still be putting it off with all of you. I’m only mated now because of you, Remy. None of this would have happened without you, so thank you.”

He sucks in another shaky breath and looks lost for words as he feels the truth in mine.

I pull his T–shirt over his head, and kiss him again, because I don’t need his words right now, I just need him to let me show him what he means to me. Breaking the kiss, I stand in front of him, admiring his intense eyes, the shape of his handsome face, every line of muscle on his tanned chest as I slowly remove my clothes.

I love the way he watches me, how his eyes track my every movement. His wolf flashes through every time he sees something he particularly enjoys, like how I throw my bra to the floor, or the way I slowly push my lace panties down my legs.

Once I’m fully naked, his self–restraint snaps, and he stands, his hands landing on my hips.

“You are beautiful, Paige,” he breathes, his voice raw.

“So are you,” I say as I run my hands down his hard chest, stopping at his waistband and looking up into his eyes for permission.

He gives me the smallest of nods before I push down his shorts and find him bare underneath. I love how casual they are about nudity, how they will often only wear jersey shorts no matter the weather. I find it so hot.

“Sit back down,” I whisper, the words coming out more of an order than I meant them to.

Remy doesn’t turn it into a battle for dominance though, which we both know he’d win. Instead, he smirks and sits on the edge of the bed. My eyes roam over him, taking him in

whilst I decide where to take this next.

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I step closer, standing between his thighs before dropping to my knees in front of him. I hold eye contact while I reach out and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft.

“Paige,” he breathes, “You don’t have…” his words trail off, turning into a moan as I wrap my lips around his tip.

Remy’s hands move to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I glide his length in and out of my mouth. He doesn’t take control of my movements though, just gently guides me until his panting.

“Stop,” he groans. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow, and this is not how I want this to end, not this time.”

I release him from my mouth and look up at him with a pleased grin. Knowing I can please him that way fills me with a sense of pride.

Remy cups my cheek, brushing a thumb over my bottom lip. “My very own goddess,” he whispers before pulling me up to my feet.

I place a knee on the bed and swing my other over his lap to straddle him, pressing our bodies together. His erection presses against me, and just that contact has a flood of heat rushing to my centre.

“I need you, Remy,” I whimper, clinging to his shoulders.

He doesn’t hesitate; his hands grip my ass, supporting my weight as we move into position, then slowly, I lower myself onto him. My body stretches to accommodate his girth as my mouth finds his, and we moan in unison. I shake at the intensity of the moment, because this time is different. This is not just s*x. It’s our bodies moving together in a silent declaration of love. It’s our souls joining in a way that takes my breath away.

We stare into each other’s eyes as we find pleasure in each other. The moment is one that will stay with me forever. The way his walls have completely shattered. How he’s letting me see every broken part of him, and trusting me to hold them gently, is the most intimate thing I’ve ever felt. There’s no barrier left between us. No guarded smiles or teasing remarks to deflect what runs deeper. Just us, bare, trembling and real.

I cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing along the roughness of his jaw. His eyes flicker between mine, filled with so much emotion it almost hurts to look. I can see everything he’s never said out loud, every regret, every fear, every longing, it’s all there, reflected back at me.

“Remy,” I whisper, his name catching on my breath. “You don’t have to hide anymore.”

His grip on me tightens, not in dominance but in need. “You make it hard to keep anything

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