“Tell me what you want, baby.”
She wiggled under my ministrations. “What? Oh, I want you to listen to me and add me to any discussions if they have anything to do with meeeee.”
She moaned out the last word as I moved her bottoms aside and stuck my fingers inside her now-dripping pussy. I licked her nipple before pulling away, and she swore in response. “Okay. I’ll do that going forward. I’m a work in progress, though.” I looped my fingers in her bottoms and pulled them down.
She kicked her feet out of them. “I don’t know if I believe you.”
I yanked down my pajamas, my hardness throbbing and leaking pre-cum, ready for her. “That’s fair, but give me time to prove it. And you’ll do something for me, too.”
I pushed inside of her as she raised her hips to meet my thrust. “What do you want?” she whined under me.
She felt so damn good, warm and silken, around my cock. I was practically addicted. In the best way. I drove into her, gentler than I was yesterday because I was in better control of myself and my darker side. “Tell me that you won’t leave me.”
She dug her nails into my back as I rutted into her, claiming her. “Harris.”
I paused my movements to suck a nipple through her top. “Tell me, princess.”
“You don’t play fair.”
“Never have. Unless,” I paused, searching her face. “You don’t want me?”
Her eyes, glazed with lust, softened. “Yes, I want you. I don’t want to ever leave you. I’m scared for you, for us, but I don’t want to leave. I’ve loved you for so long, Harris. Even when I hated you for pushing me away, it hurt so bad to lose my friend.”
My heart filled with a warmth I’d never felt before, blossoming across my chest. I began to push into her again in a steady rhythm. “I’ll never do that to you again. We are a team.”
She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as if sealing our promises. I moved my hand to her breast, exposing it to the warm breeze as I began to tweak her nipple. She whimpered in my mouth, coming apart for me, and I nearly lost my mind. My climax was on the verge, my body wound so tight it hurt to hold on, but I did not want to come before her.
I moved my hand between where we joined and strummed her clit, my fingers wet from her need. “Come for me, baby.”
“Yesss!” she cried out, tossing her head back as she shuddered under me. Watching her come at my fingertips, her tight inner walls spasming around my hardness, brought me to my undoing, and I joined her in release, spilling inside her.
Then, without waiting or thinking, I pulled out of her. I replaced my dick with my fingers inside of her, collecting our releases. She sucked in a breath and looked at me with curiosity. I then took my fingers out and smeared our mixture into the crook of her neck on both sides and in between her breasts.
Camilla gave me an incredulous look as she sat upright. “What? Why?”
I didn’t speak, still focused as I did the same for me. I next took her hand and placed it on my chest, placing my own on hers.
“What is this for?” she asked again.
“You just said that you’d never leave me. I need to mark you as mine in the way many, including my kind, do. I’ve also markedmyself, so anyone with a supernatural nose will know that I am yours as well. It doesn’t last forever, but it stays for a while. I know it seems silly, but I just felt the need. Before I finalize anything, will you accept that?”
She stilled for a moment, and I feared she would say no and break her promise to never leave me. But then I saw what looked like tears filling her eyes, and she nodded.
“I need to hear your words, baby.”
“You drive me crazy. I love you, and yes.”
I shuddered in relief and closed my eyes. I began to recite the few words of power, marking us together. I needed her safe, and I was hoping I got a few points for having the hindsight to stop what I was doing and ask her.
Baby steps.
Chapter Twelve
Harris
Another day passed with no surprises. I was already processing our next move when the vacation ended tomorrow. She would go home and pack a few things and then stay with me until I convinced her to make it permanent. I needed to find the perfect engagement ring to make that happen. She probably thought I was joking, but I would marry her now if I could. Fifteen years of waiting, not to mention the time before that, was enough. We already knew each other well.
No, I would scare her with the ring too soon. I’d give it a week of living together. We could still have an engagement period if she wanted. Just as long as she had my ring on. And if she refused my ring, I’d just keep scent marking her until she said yes. She was going to be claimed one way or another. Was thatstill me controlling the situation? Yes. Did I care? No. This fell into a non-negotiable. She was mine. No question.
