“And I can’t get pregnant. I, uh…got tested right after we met and I’m also negative.”
Cameron watched a series of emotions play over Emory’s face, landing on something like awe.
“I’m ready, Emory,” Cameron said, pulling his fingers out and placing his hand back behind himself. “And I don’t care about the panties. You can tear them off if you?—”
Emory ripped his claws out of the doorframe and launched himself onto the bed. He landed in a kneeling position between Cameron’s legs, and he reached forward and sank his claws into the lace of the panties. He looked into Cameron’s eyes, and with a quick nod from Cameron, he ripped the panties to shreds.
To Cameron’s surprise, and then immense pleasure, Emory lowered his head and buried his face in the fluffy patch of red hair right above Cameron’s leaking part. He breathed Cameron in, and the bulging muscles in his shoulders and arms relaxed, just a bit. He brought his now human hands underneathCameron’s thighs and shoved them open, pushing them up towards Cameron’s chest.
“Do you have any hard no’s in bed?”
“Uhm…probably not any intense kinks. I’m down to trysomekink, but maybe not this first time.”
“No, no, definitely not tonight. Let’s keep everything very vanilla. No mating bites, but how do you feel about nipping or scratching with human teeth and nails?”
“A little of both is okay, but I’m not really into pain—” Cameron cut off with a groan as Emory licked a stripe from Cameron’s base to tip.
“Neither am I,” Emory murmured, his breath ghosting across Cameron’s wet tip. “I love being hugged, squeezed, and grabbed, but prefer no scratching or biting.”
“Okay,” Cameron panted as Emory swirled his tongue around Cameron’s tip.
“I will try to keep my claws away, but if they come out, I’ll put them in my pillows or bed. No scratching?” Emory confirmed.
Cameron nodded, eyeing Emory’s hands, which were clutching his legs. Thomas had clawed him once or twice by accident, and that had been quite enough for Cameron to figure out he wasn’t into it.
“Okay, beautiful. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Cameron took a deep breath before smiling up at his alpha. “I’m ready.”
“You’re perfect,” Emory whispered as he bent forward at the waist, bringing his cock—which was indeed quite large—in line with Cameron’s hole. “I’m going to try to make this a good experience for you.”
“It will be,” Cameron promised as he moved his arms out to the side and collapsed onto his back. This tilted his pelvis at the perfect angle, so when Emory pressed forward, he sank almost the entire way in with just one thrust.
Emory let out a primal roar, and his eyes bled completely to amber. He stared down at Cameron with a mixture of lust and surprise. Cameron had no idea what his own face was doing. Emory felt massive inside him. The stretch was much closer to a burn than he remembered, but as Emory’s cock rubbed against his walls, it pressed up against that place deep inside him that made him want to scream.
He wasn’t sure if that would be welcome, though, so he tried to channel everything he was feeling into a soft moan. Emory, on the other hand, was letting out primal, euphoric noises as he bottomed out, pressing his muscled hips up against Cameron’s skinny ass.
“Emory,” Cameron gasped, biting down on his lips to contain the stream of curses and pleas he wanted to let loose. His octopus was twirling in joy at finally taking this step with their fated mate.
“Cameron,” Emory groaned, and then he pushed down on Cameron’s legs while slamming his hips forward.
“Oh gods?—“
“Yesss,” Emory growled, and he pulled out and thrust back in, hard.
“Emory!” Cameron shouted in surprise, biting into his lower lip to try to hold it all in.
“I’ve got you,” Emory said, bearing down harder, nearly bending Cameron in half. Thankfully, this kept him from taking more than shallow breaths, so he didn’t have to worry anymore about screaming or making a scene.
He still didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he left them fisted in the sheets. His legs were being held wide open by Emory’s brutal grip, and even though he’d said he didn’t like pain, the idea of wearing bruises shaped like Emory’s fingers was surprisingly appealing to him–or was it his octopus who wanted to be marked and claimed?
As Emory adopted a steady rhythm, his eyes flashed between amber and brown. Cameron tried to study Emory’s expressions, to make sure he was feeling good, but as Emory started to thrust with increasing force, Cameron’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“You feel so good, Cameron.”
“Oooh, please,” he whispered, letting his instincts loll his head to the side. They had already discussed not mating, but his octopus didn’t care. He rolled over on his belly and forced Cameron to bare his neck for his alpha.
Emory clearly noticed because his growls became almost feral.
