If sharing his bed for a night is all I need to do to ensure training and protection for my sister and me, as well as a better likelihood of victory for shifter kind in the upcoming war, then that is what I’ll do.
Still, I ask, “Exactly what will sleeping in your bed entail?”
He gives me a sultry smile. “The pleasure of having you near me, of course. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. If that means we just sleep, then we just sleep. I give you my word, I won’t touch you without your verbal consent.”
The problem with that is…my verbal consent seems to be pulled out of me every time we’re alone together recently, whether or not my brain actually consents. The bond between us is getting frighteningly strong, to the point where I have very little control over myself when it comes to Camden. Just sitting here with him now, the heat of his stare is already prompting a response from me. My nipples hardened the moment I entered the room, and since then, even during our argument, I’ve felt myself growing more and more aroused. There’s no way Camden doesn’t know—he has the scent of a wolf—but he also doesn’t comment or push for anything, which makes me alittlebit more comfortable at the prospect of sharing a bed tomorrow. Not excited but I think I can get through it.
On a sigh I concede. “Fine.”
Camden says, “One more thing, a condition I’ll collect on tonight.”
“The condition being?” I ask warily.
Camden’s smile is so seductive, so heated, my arousal multiplies tenfold and I feel my panties grow uncomfortably damp, to the point where I fear I might leave a wet spot on the couch.
“I get to make you come again,” he purrs.
While my body kicks into overdrive, priming itself for him, I force myself to actuallythinkrather thanfeel. Getting an orgasm from him strengthens our bond—I know that perfectly well at this point. I also know that…well, this’ll happen eventually. I knew it last night when I held him at bay; putting him off is only a temporary solution. Eventually, he’ll mark me and we’ll consummate the bond entirely.
In some ways, I should probably be grateful that he’s not insisting on that being a condition. I know he wants to; it’s a primal instinct for him. Instead, he’s taking baby steps with me, holding himself on a leash. That, I can work with. Besides, I already know he’s capableof deliveringmind-blowingpleasure, and as much as I don’twantto want it, I do.
I swallow down what feels like a handful of gravel, my nerves making my throat tighten. Camden watches my indecision with a sharp predatory gaze, lying silently in wait for my answer. If it were my body talking, it would have screamedoh the fuck yesthe moment he laid his eyes, heated with carnal desire, on me. My brain, however, has a few more reservations. Ultimately, though, my own desire and the need to see my proposal through wins out.
I give Camden a single anxious nod, and that’s all it takes. Before I can blink or even comprehend his speed, he has me laid flat on the couch, hovering above me with a predatory, deeply excited glimmer in his eyes. My breathing speeds up, then stutters as he sits me up long enough to pull my shirt over my head. My bra is unclipped with a single, smooth flick of his hands, and they run down my spine as he leans forward to kiss me. Well, perhapskissis the wrong word—he dominates my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, learning every crevice, groaning with satisfaction when I don’t fight him.
I might not betotallyon board with this, but the heat of his body over mine combined with his delicious taste and skilled hands roaming my flesh toss my inhibitions out of the window. I kiss him back with just as much passion and vigor, though try as I might, I’m unable to match his intensity.
He pulls his mouth away from mine, and I’m embarrassed at the whimper that’s drawn from my lips, as if regretting the loss. His lips tick up into a smug smirk, and he leans back for just enough time to unbutton and unzip my pants, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties to peel both them and my pants off my legs at the same time. He tosses the clothing articles over his shoulders before sitting back on his haunches and simply staring at me for what feelslike an eternity. Uncomfortable being naked while he’s fully clothed, I demand, “Take off your shirt.”
His smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “Little witch, did you like touching me last night as much as I love touching you?”
Ididlike having the opportunity to learn his body without the hovering threat of sexual acts looming over my head, but I won’t admit out loud just how attractive I find him. He already has a big enough ego, there’s no need for me to inflate it more.
Instead of responding, I sit up and finger the hem of his shirt, tugging it up to expose his hard taut stomach. He lifts his arms to let me pull it off entirely, then watches as I splay my hands on his six-pack appreciatively. The strength and power in his form just on its own is an aphrodisiac to me.
Camden only lets my hands roam his upper body for a few seconds before pushing me flat on the couch again. He fills his hands with my breasts, squeezing the mounds with an appreciative groan and running his fingers over my nipples, back and forth, before pinching them between two fingers, drawing a whine from me. Just his hands on my breasts and fingers on my nipples are causing molten heat to pool in my core, driving me wild with need. He leans down to kiss me again, tongues twining and teeth clashing before kissing a wet path across my jaw, down the column of my neck to my breasts. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, applying a delicious suction that makes me afraid I’ll leave a wet spot on the couch. At the same time, the hand that isn’t plumping my other breast travels further south, settling between my legs. He runs his fingers up and down my slit, leisurely, groaning when he finds how wet I already am.
He pulls his mouth away from my breast to tell me, “You drive me fuckinginsane, Sierra. I can’t get enough of you.”
The verbal praise only adds to the heat between my thighs, and one of his big fingers slides into me, drawing a moan from deep in my throat. Another finger joins the first in my channel, and they curve upwards, hitting a spot that forces another longer moan from me. His thumb moves upward to cover my clit as he takes my other nipple in his mouth, and the overload of pleasure and stimulation becomes almost too much to bear. That thumb rubs smooth, gliding circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, finding a spot right under my clit that makes my toes curl. I clutch his shoulders for purchase, digging my nails into his skin so hard the moisture of his blood wells up.
He kisses his way back up until his mouth is hovering by my ear, while his fingers continue their work down below, winding me tighter and tighter until I can’t stand it anymore.
Cam growls in my ear, “Come for your mate.”
That’s all it takes to push me off the edge of a cliff and send me freefalling into a powerful orgasm that culminates in an embarrassingly loud scream. My pussy convulses around his fingers as my head falls back on the couch and my back arches. Camden continues rubbing those precise circles until I’m writhing underneath him, telling him I can’t take anymore. Only once he’s wrung the last drops of pleasure from my body does he ease up, taking his hand between my thighs only to pop the two fingers that were just inside me into his mouth. I watch through hooded lids, feeling arousal stir once more as his eyes blaze with satisfaction,
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you,” he rumbles.
Trying to catch my breath, I manage to pant, “Mission accomplished.”
His lips curl into a smile of satisfaction as he gathers me into his arms and sits up, cradling me against his chest like I’m a child. I don’tprotest or try to wriggle away, too spent and tired from my orgasm. I let him hold me, feeling strangely treasured and cherished as his hands rub soothing circles over my skin.
After a while, my scattered thoughts start to reform. Despite the fact that my mind is fogged up with pleasure, I mumble lethargically, “I held my end of the deal, so you better hold up yours, wolf.”
“You held up the first part of our deal,” he responds. “The second part extends to tomorrow night. Still, since everything I know about you tells me you’re a woman of your word, I’ll coordinate reaching out to the witches first thing in the morning.”
Another point to the earth witch, underscored by an orgasm. Perhaps being fated to him won’t be so terrible, after all—if his conditions for working with me continue being along these lines, I don’t think I’ll mind them at all.
