A/N: Yes, this picture is cheesy af but it made my weak little heart explode with joy so please, bear with me ^^

One month and a half later

NOUR'S POV

I haven't stop pacing since Rémy entered the bathroom, ten minutes ago.

Today is the D-Day, so to speak. The day I ran out of excuses.

Don't get me wrong: I want it. I want to be in Rémy's arms. I want our bodies to become one and all that shit.

I'm just scared, and there's no way I'm letting Rémy know about it.

I'm not scared about the pain, I'm scared about everything else. Actually, maybe the pain would make the whole thing less embarrassing. I hope Rémy won't treat me like a porcelain doll this time.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

I almost jump in fright, then look up at the man I've been calling 'boyfriend' for a little more than a month now. Oh, wait, so I haven't been calling him 'boyfriend' but 'dumb ass' 'asshole' and 'cocky bastard'. Trust me, he loves these adorable nicknames I picked up just for him!

"Tu apprécies ce que tu vois?"

"Huh?" I ask, not understanding a word of what he is saying - true, I don't speak French, but let's be honest: even if he was speaking in English right now, I probably still wouldn't understand a single word. It's impossible to focus on anything other that his tall, wet, well-defined body, his muscular thighs and the long organ standing proudly between them.

Man, isn't he a sight for sore eyes.

A deep chuckle makes me look up again. His eyes are shining with delight at my embarrassment.

"I said, are you enjoying what you see?

"Thanks for your translation service. And I'm - huh- I certainly do not"

"Mmh, if you say so. Anyway, you're wearing way too much clothes today" he declares while slowly approaching me with a predatory grace.

He puts his hand on my torso and tries to gently take off my shirt and I can't help but take three steps backward.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him at it:

"Hey" I start, letting out a fake laugh. "Why don't we just start binge-watching the season 3 of Stranger Things? I've heard it's better than the second season and the good thing is, we'll see more of Billy. Do you think Billy and Steve will be dating at some point? Mmmh, probably not. Well, I suppose I'll just have to search BillyxSteve fan fictions on the internet and -"

"Nour" he laughs. "You talk too much when you're nervous"

Touché.

"What? I'm pretty calm. Actually, I'm one hundred percent relaxed, why wouldn't I be?"

He frowns when I manage to keep on a neutral expression, then sighs and sits on the bed, patting the empty spot next to him. I hate that the cocky expression on his face is now replaced by a confused one.

I'm such a disappointment.

"Nour, if you're not ready, that's absolutely fine. Just say so, love"

"I am" I defend myself feebly, making him raise an eyebrow. "I am!" I say again, with more determination this time. "It's just that..." I left my sentence pending, not knowing what it is that I intend to say exactly.

"It's just that you're scared" he finishes for me, making me scoff in outrage.

"I'm not! It's not like it's my first time! I'm an incubus, remember! It's basically the equivalent for slut. Plenty of experience in that department"

I instantly regret my choice of words because wow, way to make you appear even less appealing in the eyes of your lover, Nour.

"I'm not talking about your so-called experience" he retorts, cupping my cheeks and forcing me to look at him. "I know you can handle the pain, but I think you're scared of the intimacy. You're scared of letting go. You're scared of your own vulnerability"

"Blah-blah, blah. Thank you for the input, Dr Freud" I try to play it off but he just looks at me with a knowing expression on his handsome face.

Deciding that he doesn't get to be the one to play Mister-Cool-And-Collected, I abruptely grab his jaw, kissing him on the lips.

At first, he doesn't react but then I feel him smile against my lips and he obediently opens his lips.

Ah! Now, who's the submissive one?

It's hard to keep feeling triumphant, though, when you're about to share such an intimate moment with the one you l...

Erm! Erm! The one you don't dislike too much.

"God, you're ripped" he mutters, as he slowly takes off my shirt.

"You're not too bad-looking yourself" I mutter back, hating how my cheeks are getting warmer.

Hope he doesn't catch on the blushing part, or he'll  try to go in full-Daddy mode again.

Wait, Daddy?

"What are you thinking about? You're looking more and more aroused as minutes go by"

"Shut up, Rémy! I wasn't fantazing about you, if that's what you're pompous ass is thinking"

"No?"

"No! I was thinking about... about..."

"Yes?"

"About my maternal grandmother! Yeah! I'm picturing her in her blue nightdress"

There's a second of silence, and I look at him in mortification as I suddenly realize what I have just said.

And then... he burst out into laughter. Of course he would! God, I'm such a moron! He eventually calms down and looks at me with a malicious expression.

"That's not what I meant" I argue

"Well, I do hope so, or you'd have weird kinks" he says, looking at me fondly. "Do I need to dye my hair in gray for you to find me attractive?"

"Okay, so maybe I was thinking about you, but that doesn't mean -"

"God, you're just too cute!" he interrupts me, and I don't have time to retort that I'm not cute (badasses aren't cute) because I'm suddenly thrown on the bed, with Rémy now towering me.

"What is it, Rém, some kind of power play?"

" Nope, it isn't, because you don't really want to be in charge. You love it when I take care of you. Admit it, Nour. Deep down, you want to reliquish power to someone"

"Nein. Nada. Non, non, non."

"You won't admit it now, but you might admit it later. I will show you just how great it feels to let loose" he decides and I can't protest, because suddenly a pair of firm yet soft lips are pressing against mine.

We kiss and it's slow and sensual. I just love the feel of his tongue stroking my own. I love it when he gently nibbles my lips between his teeth.

I love it so much that it's a bit frightening. I feel like I'm about to lose myself.

However, all these feelings come to an end when he swiflt pull off my pants and boxers.

There's new scars along with the older ones. Deep, irregular lines all across my thighs. Ugly.

"You're thinking too much"

"Uh" I blink, and he scoffs.

"I'm gonna have to change that"

"Rémy, if you don't want to do it, now that you've seen my ugly scars once again, it's fine, we can just -"

"Quiet"

I look at him in surprise, because he hasn't taken such an authoritative tone with me for a long time.  It actually makes my cock Twitch. He looks back with a calm expression, and I have a feeling he has a pretty good idea of what's going on inside my head.

This is so hot.

But it should be the other way around.

"I don't think you're fit to be the daddy here, Rémy"

Wrong choice of words, because there's now a golden hue in his eyes, a sign that his wolf is showing up at the surface, definitely up for a good challenge.

Do I really want to challenge him, though?

"Are you challenging me, Nour?" he purrs, making me shiver in need. "Is it what it is? Do you want to make sure that I can handle you?"

And then, the worst thing possible in this very moment happened.

Nah, I didn't fart.

I moaned.

It was as if  something snapped in him at the sound, because he growls and I'm pinned on the bed, his hands on my shoulders.

I push him off and we fight, but it's half-heartened. A couple of minutes later, I'm on my back again, my hands pinned above my head as he sits on my thighs.

Maybe I do want him to win.

How shameful.

"Let's do something. Do you have a safeword?"

"Hmm... rabbit?"

This musical laughter, again.

"Rabbit? I can't believe I didn't pick up sooner on you being a fox"

"Oh, shut up already, will you?"

"Ok, so, if you want to stop, at any times, or if you don't feel comfortable with something we're doing, just say your safeword, okay?"

"Yes, Mister Gray!"

"Nour! I'm being serious"

"Okay, okay! I won't forget to use my safeword."

"Good, because I'm going to tie you up now"

I let out a shock gasp and he lays out a rope and a blindfold on the bed. We say silent for a minute and although I don't look directly at him, I can feel his eyes on me, gauging my reaction.

"Fine" I eventually nod. "Let's do it"

"Okay, then"

He quickly puts my hands above my head, before tying them up with the ropes. I instinctively test the resistance of the knot : it's tight enough so that it won't come out too easily, yet loose enough so I can untie myself if I really want to.

"I will free you pretty soon" he reassures me, as if reading my mind. "I just want to try it for a bit. I think it might help you relaxing."

"I'm relaxed" I protest.

"Sure you are"

Next comes the blindfold. The ropes were fine, but for some reason the blindfold feels weird. Only being able to rely on my smell feels weird.

I don't know what I expected. Something harsh, blatantly sexual, maybe.

Instead, all I feel is a hand lightly running along my hair, caressing the side of my face and pressing sofly against my lips.

I was probably no older than ten the last time someone touched me with so much tenderness. It was my mom.

"Rémy - "

"Sssh"he admonishes me gently, before carefully laying himself on top of me.

This is when I realize that for some reason, my whole body is trembling.

It feels nice to have him on top of me, barely moving. It feels... I don't know. Grounding is the word I would use. We're about the same size and frame, so his body fits perfectly against mine.

It takes a while but the shaking eventually subsides, and Rémy unties my hands.

"Bear with the blindfold a little longer?"

"Okay" I reply a little too hastily, which makes me blush and, of course, makes him laugh.

He flips me on my stomach and starts massaging my butt, which makes my member harden and shamelessly leak on the sheets.

Well, maybe it's better that I'm laying on my stomach, so he can't see how hard I am just from a bit of fondling.

"I can smell your arousal" he says in a breathless voice, contradicting my previous inner statement.

"I'm not"

"That's fine. I'm aroused too. Now, I'm sure I can make you come without even touching the nice long and hard tool between your thighs."

I have no time to wonder how he intends to make me come, nor do I have to worry about the fact that cumming is still new, and a bit scary to me. His confident hands pinch my ass cheeks, before parting them. A rush of air suddenly hits my hole and I have to fight the urge to close my legs.

"Here we go" he mutters, his thumb lightly pressing against my hole.

"Turn off the comments, please" I snap, but my voice is too shaky to sound threatening.

"Fine, no more talking" he laughs. "I'll just focus on that pretty little hole for now on"

"Rémy, I swear - "

"I got it, I got it"

This guy. He's unbelivable. He always sounds so elegant and cultivated, so how can he turns out to be such a pervert demon?

Well, you know what they say. It's always the quiet ones.

A well-lubed up finger circling around my hole suddenly interrupts my train of thoughts. Now, the only thing I can focus on is this single digit which is now carefully breaching my entrance and pushing past the ring.

"Rémy, I've told you, I'm fine, you don't need to prep me. I can take it"

"I don't doubt it, but I'm not hurting you" he retorts calmly, while starting to thrust his forefinger at a desperately slow pace.

"Well, you know what they say: no pain no gain" I say, trying to make it appear like I meant it to be a joke but I can tell he isn't fooled, as he doesn't even laugh.

"I'm not hurting you. It's final. The only thing you'll get if you keep insisting is one of these good old spankings that you love so much"

I wisely stay silent and lets him do his work. A second finger is inserted and it joins the first, thrusting, scissoring, stretching, opening mhis dick. The squelshing sounds coming from the contact between his fingers and my insides are extremely embarassing, but I beg the old pervert just find it erotic.

I am about to say something, when his fingers suddenly hits a spot within my ass that makes me shriek in pleasure.

"Found it!" the satisfied bastard grins.

"Wait, what was that" I mumble, still trying to recover from the intense burst of pleasure - it wasn't thankfully enough to make me come, although it was a close one.

He stops moving his fingers and looks at me with a both suprised and pained expression.

"Are you serious, Nour?"

"What?" I shout back defensively.

"You don't know about the prostate? And you thought you had nothing left to learn in the art of love-making? God, you're hardly more experienced than a virgin" he exclaims, while resuming to thrust in and out with his fingers.

"No way, I'm an expert  in -emmmm, no, don't do it again"

"The hell I won't" he smirks and sure enough, the little fucker starts deliberately rubbing on this secret spot inside, making me moan and even - it's shameful, I know - drool a little.

"Rémy, I don't want to come" I whine in protest

"Well, sorry but you will. It's high time for you to be treated right"

He's no longer stroking my - what is it called? Prostate - but repeatedly hitting it in a come-hither movement.

"Rémy!"

"Let go" he says simply and that's what I do.

I come, hard, a inhumane growl coming out of my mouth, my whole body tensing up then relaxing against the bed.

Do I still have working muscles?

After coming out of my bliss, I feel Rémy's lips on mine, again, and the blindfold is taken off.

"Nour!" he says softly, after putting aside the wet blindfold. "Are you okay? Were you crying? Did I- "

"Nah, it's fine, I kinda liked it" I admit begrundgingly. "Besides, I wasn't crying at all. It's just sweat"

"Good" he replies. "Because you're not done sweating"

That's how I take in how hard he is, and above all, how much desire is reflected in his dark brown eyes. I gulp, then bravely ask:

"Do you want me to blow you off?"

"Nah, I would much prefer to come inside of you. If that's okay"

I nod, and he smiles, before putting the head of his cock at my entrance. That's when I suddely remember something.

"Wait! Condom! "

He stops, then looks at me with in suprise.

"We are werewolves, Nour. We can't get sexual diseases"

"I know, but I am -"

"You're what?"

"I'm, I can... Fuck, don't laugh, okay? I can get pregnant"

He doesn't laugh. Instead, the weirdo looks at me with a delighted expression.

"Don't get mad, but I already knew it. Matthias told me about it, too. Also, I think it's awesome. Maybe one day you'll carry our pups"

I blush harder. I don't want to be thinking about Matt just now. The thought of carrying Rémy's pups is actually much more appealing.

"God's will. But Rémy, I'm - "

"Yeah? Talk to me, Nour. I can hear anything"

"I'm - scared, okay. Just a bit. The lion, last time he -"

"He got you pregnant" he suddenly realizes, looking horrified now.

"Yeah, but I lost the baby"

"God, too bad they're already dead, or I would have killed them a second time. I will-"

"Hey, let's not think about them. I believe we have an unfinished business here"

His expression softens, and he unconsciously start rubbing himself against my claft, making me moan in delight.

"Love, are you sure you still want to do it?"

"Absolutely! Let's replace this awful memory by a much more pleasant and beautiful one"

"Okay, but you'll need to talk about it with someone, at some point"

I groan then force myself down on his shaft. We both groan when the head slips in, though I have to admit, I feel more pain than pleasure right now.

"Fuck, Nour" he growls, immediately pulling out to put more lube on his shaft, then slowly pushing back in. "You shouldn't have done that. Now, I'll take things even slowler"

"Don't!"

But of course he does. He takes his sweet time to fill me up completely and I feel like an eternity has passed before his balls finally come up against my ass.

"It's all in. God, you're squeezing me so perfectly"

"Rémy, I told you to turn off the comments"

Like I said, this guy is a stubborn one. As he keeps slowly thursting in and out, he keeps whispering soft, endearing words against my ear. How beautiful I am. How good I feel. How he never want to pull out again. How he will never let me go.

It's these words, more than anything else, that make tears come up, threatening to spill out of my eyes.

"Rémy" I plead in a shaky voice, no longer acting like myself at this very moment. "Too much, it's too much. Please let me come"

"Just a little bit longer, sweetheart" he whispers, a conforting hand rubbing my cheek. "You can do it"

He keeps making love to me at this slow pace he seems to like so much for a solid ten minutes, licking the tears that have finally rolled down my cheeks.

Thankfully his control finally snaps, and he starts thrusting harder and harder, much to my relief. He is hitting my sweet spot with each thurst in, while harshly stroking my leaking dick. His eyes are yellow now, and I know that my eyes colour have changed too, due to my Incubus nature.

"Ah! Rém, I'm"

"Come for me, beautiful! Come on my cock" he lets out an animalistic growl, while thrusting even harder.

I climax and I tighten around him, making him moan loudly. He follows soon after, his body glistening with sweat, a blissful expression on his face.

Beautiful.

We stay in one another's arms for a while, occasionally kissing and teasing. We never stop touching each other.

"Nour?"

"Yeah?"

"Erm, not to sound too horny, but... Think you'll be up for another round soon?"

I laugh at his innocence: "I'm an incubus, remember?"

"Right"

Two hours later:

"Rémy?"

"Hmmmm"

"Rémy, I think someone knocked on the door"

"Mmmh be quiet I want to sleep"

That won't do. I shake him off, more firmly this time.

"Rémy! Have you invited someone to come over?"

"What? No, I- oh, shit, shit, shit"

"What?"

"Erm, it was supposed to be a surprised but for your birthday, I invited the whole gang: Oli, Renan, Will, Matthias, your brother will be there too, Becca..."

"Renan! Did you say Renan?"

"Yes, why? I thought you two made up..."

"Yeah, but he still has an extra set of keys"

"Shit! He wouldn't dare"

Of course  he would. A few seconds later - we barely got time to put a pair of boxer on - we hear both the sound of the entrance door opening and Will's loud voice:

"Really, Oli? Don't you think Renan has fattened up nicely? Just take a look - or better, feel - his perky little ass and you'll -"

"Shut up, Gardfield"

"Nah, seriously, chick -" he stops and starts sniffing the air "Well well well, our hosts were having fun in this house! It reeks of-"

"WILL!"

............................................The END...............................

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