Releasing his flushed cock, she placed her palm in the center of his chest andpushed.
Her dark nipple popped free from his lips as he fell back onto the mattress. Gold eyes stared up at her with a keen, hungry look. His cock, hard and wet at the flushed tip, pressed against his stomach under the tension of his elastic waistband.
Reaching for her with semi-shifted claws, he snatched her by the hips and dragged her over him. Those claws made quick work of her thin, comfortable leggings. “I love it when you get bossy with me. Makes me want to bite you even more,” he breathed. “I love it almost as much as I love watching you ride me.”
Camille shimmied his sweatpants down his hips with jerky, impatient movements, freeing him completely. Bracing one hand on his tense lower abdomen, she quickly positioned him against her and lowered herself down.
They both let out a hiss as he slid home. There was always a slight stretch, a tantalizing burn, and then the sense of fullness that never, ever got old. They were a perfect fit, and Camille loved it when he was inside her, filling her with everything he had.
She flexed her fingers on his stomach and leaned back, savoring the feeling. Her muscles fluttered around him. Pleasure bubbled in her veins. Liquid heat and deep, delicious pressure made her want to stay there, locked together, until the whole world faded into nothing.
Viktor’s warm palms smoothed over her thighs and up over her hips. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh there, he commanded, “Start moving, sweetheart. I want to watch.”
Oh, she wanted tobitehim when he told her what to do. Not because she hated it, but because shelovedit.
Camille flattened her palms against his stomach and tilted her head forward to watch him as she began to move. Friction sent shocks of pleasure through her, quickening her breath, but the feeling was greatly enhanced by the look on his face.
The muscles of Viktors neck and shoulders bunched as he strained underneath her rolling hips. His cheeks flushed and his lips, swollen and shiny, parted. His eyes were coyote gold and locked on where their bodies came together.
“So fucking pretty,” he muttered, half to himself, as he used his grip to urge her to move faster, to take him deeper. When he canted his hips up at a steep angle, Camille dug her blunted claws into his stomach and cried out,“Vik,gods, that’s too much!”
“Take it,” he demanded, doing it again. “Be good for me, Cam. I want to see you make yourself come while you ride me. I want it towreckyou.”
At this rate, she didn’t think there was any other option.
Camille increased her pace, chasing the bright, hot orgasm that built and built and built. Beneath her, Viktor panted hard and snapped his hips up to meet her. The pleasure bordered on agony when he snatched up one of her hands and pressed it to where they were joined and grated, “Touch yourself.”
Her fingers slid against her slick skin, pressing hard against her clitoris as she tried to keep the pace he set, the one they both needed. It was brutal, almost desperate, as they fought to hold off the world for a little longer.
It was too much. Camille lost the rhythm and fell forward on one hand, her other still stroking, circling. Their faces inches apart, Viktor lifted his head enough to snarl against her mouth as he took over completely. His hips jackknifed off of the bed with a bruising beat. Each stroke knocked the wind out of her, threatened to break her apart, until at last she came with a ragged whimper.
Viktor sealed his mouth over hers in a deep, possessive kiss as he brought her down sharply, burying himself to the hilt. His spine arched as he came, bowing that gorgeous, shifter’s body beneath her own.
Gradually, the kiss softened. Viktor clasped the back of her neck with one hand and smoothed a path up her spine with the other as he lavished her with reverent nips and licks. He was not a man who gave pecks, or who would ever be content with the vanilla kind of kissing.
When Viktor kissed her, it was like he wanted to take as much of her in as possible. Shelovedit.
Eventually, as their hearts began to slow and the sweat began to cool on their flushed bodies, they turned to lie on their sides. Viktor softened inside her, but they didn’t separate. Instead, he hooked her leg over his hip and held her closer, until it felt like they might blend into one seamless being.
Burying her face against his sweat-slicked throat, she whispered, “You’re not allowed to leave me, Viktor Hamilton. Do you understand? You’remine.”
His arm tightened around her back. “I lost you once, Cam. Never again.”
She pressed her nose against his pounding jugular, willing tears away. “Promise.”
“I promise, sweetheart. I’m yours, from now until the day we’re too old for this world. Even then, I’ll belong to you.”
Incapable of speech, she clung to him, desperate to hold him close, as if her grip alone could stop the creep of sour dread in her gut.
ChapterThirty-Five
Viktor didn’t lethimself worry. He had too much to live for to bother with it.
But he wasn’t a fool. He was young, and perhaps he hadn’t taken his mortality very seriously before his near-assassination, but he was not reckless.
He wouldn’t leave his pack vulnerable if something happened to him. In between reveling in his mate and setting their move into motion, he’d made sure every member of his pack was prepared for what could happen and understood what they would need to do if he didn’t make it back to them.
I will, though.
