For fuck sake, even during a hot as fuck make out session, my brain rambles.
Cam nips my lip, and my brain shuts up like fucking magic.
His hand moves up my side, taking my shirt with it, and I immediately tug at his, he whips it off, and mine. Barely breaking the kiss as his hand wraps around my throat and my back arches, fucking hell, I love that.
He pulls back and moves away from me, his chest heaving, his golden gaze watching me like I’m prey. It takes me a moment for my brain to click back online and remember that I was trying to make a point.
I prop myself up on my elbows. I’m aware I’m shirtless, and I’m aware that the guys are all still in here watching me closely, their gazes filled with desire.
My attention is on Camden, though.
“That’s why,” I say as I sit up and scoot to the edge of the table.
He doesn’t move away, the tension in his body is rigid, and his gaze tracks my every movement.
It’s hot as fuck.
Putting my hand on his chest, I look up at him.
“You’re mine, right?” I ask.
He nods, his voice has a distinctive growl to it as he replies, “Yes.”
My smile turns sharp, “Then prove it.”
I move around him, and my fingertips trail over Ransom and Raiden’s shoulders as I pass them to get to the door. Looking over my shoulder, my gaze once again connects with his. “Your move, Camden.”
His gold eyes darken.
I turn around and shimmy out of the room.
“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. How the fuck did we get so fucking lucky to call her ours?” Raiden asks the moment that I’m out of the door. “If you don’t go after her man, I swear to fucking everything that I fucking will.”
A fierce growl echoes throughout the house, rattling the picture on the walls. It should terrify me.
It does the opposite, my thighs clench, my clit pulses, and I let out a quiet moan as I pause in the hallway. That sound does something to me that I can’t quite explain, but that I fucking love.
I’m reminded of just how well the guys can hear when several groans sound from the kitchen, and I hear several chairs scrape back from the table before the growl of warning rumbles again. I turn around just in time to see Camden stride through the door. I don’t think, I just act as I race toward him and launch myself at him.
Chapter Eight
Neith
He catches me with ease, his lips meeting mine and his hands palming my ass.
Pulling back his worried gold eyes meet mine.
“I could hurt you.”
My hands frame his face, “You would never hurt me. I would have trusted you before I knew that you were mine, just to be clear. But you are mine. It’s impossible for you to hurt me.” I smirk and grip his chin in my fingers, “So shut up and fuck me.”
His expression turns wicked as he smirks and starts walking, taking us upstairs. As we walk, a wave of his magic crashes over me, bringing me right to the edge of the most epic orgasm and then backing off.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, making his smile widen.
I lunge forward, my teeth sinking into his neck, as I rock my hips and his legs buckle, his hand grasping onto the stair railing to stop us from falling down the stairs.
That might kill the mood.
