“A promise,” he corrects.
No use in arguing the point now. “What do you need?” I ask.
“You,” he responds. “I’m still collecting on my condition tonight. Youwillbe sharing my bed.”
I wasn’t going to argue before, since I’d already given my word, and I certainly won’t argue now. Camden stands, keeping me in his arms. My legs wrap tightly around his waist and my hands clutch his shoulders to steady myself. His hands move to blatantly cup my ass as he carries me out of the main room, into the hallway past it, and to the very last door which is already ajar.
I only have a moment to glimpse his room before he drops me on his bed. It’s rustic, decorated with dark wooden tones. The right wall of the room is made up entirely of windows, giving off a picturesque view of the land beyond the castle. It’s a bit cloudy tonight, so the sky is moonless, and the only light outside comes from the occasional orb of floating light, illuminating the gardens and polished lawns. On the left wall of the room lies a collection of book cases, all of them filled, and on the back wall there’s a fireplace with a chaise lounge in front of it. Camden’s bed is humongous, carved from wood with masterful designs that appear to depict a garden of vines. The mattress is soft, with plenty of give, and I bounce a few times after Cam drops me before stilling.
Camden wastes no time coming down on top of me, straddling my waist and pressing delicious, wet kisses to my neck. Even while the heat of his mouth tries to lull me into a trance, I manage to say, “Wait, Cam, is now really the best time to—”
He cuts me off with a searing kiss on my lips, infusing so much passion and desire into it my body goes limp and pliable beneath him.
When he pulls back, it’s to say, “Yes, now is the best time. I need you, Sierra. Don’t deny me.”
It feels faintly like he’s using my compassion against me, which he might be, but…his grief is very real. That much I’m sure of. If what he really needs is to blow off some steam right now, I guess I’m notentirelyopposed to the idea. Still, trapped beneath him is not a goodnegotiating point, so I hook a leg over his waist and use a sparring move I learned when I was a kid to flip us over, ending with me on top, straddling his waist.
Camden looks surprised at this turn of events, blinking up at me. His eyes are no longer filled with grief—now, they’re brimming with lust and intrigue. I have to admit, I breathe a little easier seeing some of his sorrow alleviated, even if it is in favor of lust.
I’m about to tell him that we can fool around, but I’m not ready for sex yet, when my gaze is inexplicably pulled to the window, in time to see the clouds part just enough for the moon to become visible. Its beams spill onto the grounds below, bathing the gardens with an ethereal light. I blink to see that those moonbeams areredinstead of silver. I'm staring at a total lunar eclipse—a blood moon. As soon as those red-tinged moon beams pass through the glass of the window and hit my skin, something very strange happens; my bodylights upwith lust.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Asoul-deep change overcomes me, sparking a craving deep within thatdemandsto be satiated; a craving to have Camden inside of me. It’s so intense my muscles actually start to spasm and cramp, sending bursts of pain through me at multiple points in my body. My stomach, my shoulders, my back, my wombespecially. The discomfort and pain are so intense that I hunch over, falling flat on top of Camden’s chest.
Surprisingly, the contact alleviates the worst of the cramps, but not all of them; in place of the pain is once again the insatiable, untamed need to have him fully. I don’t think; I’m no longer capable of rational thought. Instead, I’m a wild creature desperate for its mate, fisting Camden’s shirt and tearing it straight down the middle with a strength I didn’t know I had.
I don’t pause to question what’s happening to me—how I suddenly went from wary of going too far todesperateto have Camden, right now, without any barriers. I havezerocontrol over myself, and that doesn’t bother me in the least. Camden’s hands close around my waist and our mouths meet in a barbaric, violent kiss. It’s a frenzy of passion and lust, and it doesn’t take long for the taste of blood to hit mymouth, telling me that one of us bit the other hard enough to bleed. Who, I’m not sure, but what I am sure of is I don’t care—nothing haseverfelt this good, this fulfilling, this satisfying.
I pull my mouth away only long enough to strip off my shirt and bra,desperateto have his hands on every part of me. Then, compelled by an unseen force to leave my marks on him, I lean down and sink my teeth into his neck—not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that even with shifter healing he’ll have a mark for at least a day. At the same time, my nails scratch down his arms, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake.
“Fuck,” Camden murmurs before abruptly flipping me over and actuallytearingmy pants and panties off of me with a single sharp yank.
Not wasting any time, he shoves my thighs apart my thighs and buries his head between my legs, setting off fireworks in my brain and across my body. The heat and skill of his delicious mouth is at once too much and notnearlyenough—I need more. I needeverythingfrom him, and I need it now. I grab handfuls of his hair and yank him up none too gently, too impatient to let him bring me to orgasm that way. What I crave in this moment, more than I’ve craved anything in my entire life, is to have his cock inside me, filling me, stretching me.
“So eager,” Camden says, a hint of amusement in his tone.
I, on the other hand, am not amused whatsoever that he’s still partially clothed. Before I can rip his pants off with my teeth, he strips them off himself, leaving him entirely, gloriously naked, kneeling before me like some kind of erotic god. His cock is long and thick, swollen and an angry reddish purple, with veins running along its length. It’s big enough that the briefest flicker of concern passes through my thoughts, but they’re wiped away when he fills his handswith my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth, drawing a long moan from me.
Dimly, I hear myself mutter, “What’s happening to me?” I’ve never felt lust like this for Camden. Have I been turned on by him? Yes, too many times to count, but never with such soul-rending need. While the majority of my mind is stuck in a haze of unbearable desire, the small, nearly dormant part of it wonders just where this came from. To say that this is unlike me would be quite an understatement.
Camden doesn’t respond to my question though, and the strong suction of his lips wipes away any lingering confusion, replacing it with unbearable need. I once again yank his hair to bring his face to mine and fuse our lips in another animalistic kiss before telling him, “I need you inside me.”
His eyes turn a brighter blue than I’ve ever seen them, and he lets out a groan at my words. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”
He settles his hips firmly between my thighs, and I feel his long, throbbing length pressed against my center. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he grinds his cock against me, sliding it over my sensitive, swollen flesh, hitting my clit repeatedly, and setting off a mini-orgasm with nothing more than a few thrusts that don’t even penetrate me.
“Did you just come?” he asks in disbelief.
I’m no longer capable of stringing together a coherent sentence, so in response, I hook my legs around his waist and pull him tighter into the cradle of my thighs, trying to get him to quit stalling and start fucking.
He takes the hint. Staring deep into my eyes, he reaches down with one hand and places the broad head of his cock at my entrance, setting off a shiver of delight shuddering down my spine. There’s notrepidation or apprehension left within me, just a sea of hunger that only he can satisfy.
“It’s going to hurt a bit at first. Breathe through it,” Camden tells me.
I nod, not caring for whatever pain’s to come because the pain of not having him already is much,muchworse. Once again my muscles start to cramp and clench, and I understand the only way I’ll get relief is with him inside me.
He starts pushing his length into me and instantly the cramps subside, replaced with a deeply uncomfortable pressure in my nether regions that borders on pain. When he pushes in an inch further I feel the resistance inside me give way, and then, it’sallpain, blooming from within but spreading upwards to my belly and even down to my thighs. I cry out, the noise not one of ecstasy but one of agony, and Camden goes still above me and within me. He blinks several times, appearing to try to get control of himself, while I pant harshly and shut my eyes tightly, trying to even my breathing and wait for the horrible pain to subside. He reaches a hand down, between our bodies, and slides his hand over my clit, using my wetness to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing my eyes to snap open and widen. After a moment, the pleasure from his gestures expands once more, chasing away most of the pain from his invasion, though it does still have a bit of a bite.
