“You smell like someone I want to fuck.” He growled, low in his throat. “I swear, I can tell by your scent how good you’ll be, how amazing you’ll taste if I suck you or flip you over and eat you out.” He buried his nose back under my arm, and I huffed out a laugh and fought him a little because I couldn’t stand to stay still. He rolled me onto my stomach and did the same thing to my back, carefully sniffing and licking over my body—running his tongue down my spine. When he got to the rise of my asscheeks, he placed his hands on the backs of my knees and squeezed.
“Slide these up, little rabbit. Put that pucker in the air for me.”
Moaning, I did as he asked, curling up with my legs under my chest. My hard-on pushed uncomfortably against my clothes. He slid my boxers down until they were tucked under my thighs and spread me open. I sighed as he sniffed and snuffled and reminded me of the huge predator he claimed to be as he carefully licked over my hole. I got lost in the sensation of his hot tongue. He swirled and didn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry. It didn’t occur to me until I went to move that he had both of my wrists in his hands, snug on the bed, and I couldn’t go anywhere. I tugged. He flexed to hold my wrists in place at my sides. My cock jolted and I gasped. I’d gotten painfully hard at some point and hadn’t been paying attention. Everything just felt so fucking good.
“Cam,” I murmured.
He only nuzzled his face between my asscheeks like he was planning to stay there for a while. It got to be too much, and I tried to tug my hands away again. I wanted to jerk off. I wanted anything. I growled in annoyance, and he groaned, a low, deep sexual sound that had me jerking my hips.
There was no talking after that. He fumbled around and dragged something out from under his pillow—a bottle of lube—and I would have laughed at his optimism if it wasn’t for the fact that less than a minute later he was nudging his cock against my ass, exactly where I wanted him.
“Stay just like this. My sweet, mellow little rabbit.”
I nodded but couldn’t stop myself from tensing as he slid into me because he was so fucking huge. Groaning, I pushed back against him. He let out a grumble, then pulled out.
“What—” He rolled me until I was on my back, made quick work of stripping off my boxers, and then he lifted my thighs over his forearms, spreading me obscenely wide. He slammed back inside me in one deep stroke that had me wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.
“Tonight I wanted to see your face. Take care of you.” He peppered kisses along my jaw. “Tonight you’re my mate, and you were so good all day. You stayed at my side. You didn’t run. You watched my kids. Now I’m going to breed your ass,” he whispered. The gentle kiss he sucked on my lips had my heart pounding. “I caught you and you’re mine.”
What he was saying made a twisted sort of sense, even though I wasn’t sure I truly understood the kink he was into. How could he have me in a cage one day and on my back spread for him the next while he made the softest, sweetest love to me? I wouldn’t qualify any sex I’d had before this moment as lovemaking, but this felt like it—schmaltz and all.
He worked our bodies together faster and the tingle of release began to build in me. I tossed my head and whined, tried to do anything, but he had my legs anchored in place, and even though he was being gentle, it was still very much him fucking me. I was not in control. I would have to let him do what he wanted. I reached for my dick, and he nipped roughly at my bottom lip.
“Hands off that. I’m breeding you. You’re going to come on my cock while I fill you up.”
“I don’t usually get off that way,” I mumbled in irritation. “What if I don’t?” I didn’t mention the fact he’d never seemed to have a problem getting me there, no matter what, but the sharp-toothed smile he gave let me know he was well aware of what he did to me.
Cam raised my ass higher. “Oh yeah?” The light of challenge was in his eyes, and I whimpered. He swiveled his hips until he had me moaning with the way he battered hard against my prostate on each stroke into my body, and then he smothered the sound with his lips. “Quietly,” he whispered, and I moaned under my breath.
He kept up a torturously slow pace until my fingers, toes, and abs strained. I panted and sweat stung my eyes. My cock throbbed, and he tapped my prostate faster, sending waves of delicious heat to rush through my shaft and pulse on my cockhead.
“You’re fucking delicious, and I want to eat you up every day of my life,” he growled out into my ear, low and serious, and I tensed.
It was all too much. I whined as my balls drew up and pumped cum between us, and that appeared to be his signal to let loose because he fucked me hard and fast, battering every last drop out of me. The orgasm rolled through my body, sizzling sparks through my stomach and down along my thighs, and it seemed to last forever as he shoved in hard and held himself there, grunting in my ear. He let out a deep, satisfied moan and pumped his hips one more time. As he drew out, I could feel his warm load dribbling from my asshole, and I gasped at the filthy, perfect sensation.
He reached over to snap off the lamp before he lay beside me and moved me around in his arms. “You’re going to leave my cum in your ass. You’re mine and it stays.” His eyes glittered in the darkness, and I nodded, not even caring how much of a sticky mess it would be later.
“Okay.” Feeling silly, but also exhilarated, I whispered, “I like being your mate.”
“Fuck, Mark.” He knocked his forehead against mine and stayed there, studying me for a long while. “This was a good date day,” he said on a yawn, after a bit. I laughed and nodded against him, but I’d napped recently, so he was sawing logs within minutes and I was wide-awake. Sighing, I found my boxers and shorts and slipped them on. I was on my way to the bathroom when a door cracked down the hallway and Eloise stuck her head out.
“I heard ghosts,” she said seriously.
Wincing, I hoped she hadn’t heard me and Cam, but her declaration had a practiced quality to it. “Did you? Where?”
“Outside.”
“Oh.”
She stared at me, and I watched her. “Do you, er, want to go back to bed?”
She nodded and held up her hand. I took it. It was easy to tuck her in, and I waited patiently while she took a sip of water from the glass on her nightstand, and then I snuck out again. I went to the bathroom, and when I was done, I thought briefly about going home, but when I glanced back at Cam’s bedroom door, I went inside and curled up next to him.
I wanted to be here, and as much as it scared me because he had a very unpredictable kink, I wanted him to want me here.
13
Camden
