Cameron was starting to feel a little feral himself. He didn’t know he could be stretched so far and still feel so empty between every thrust. Each time Emory pulled out, it made Cameron want to cry. The moment when their hips met, and Emory was buried deep inside him, was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He began to tremble and whispered plaintively, “Please, please…don’t stop.”
“I don’t know if I could stop…even if I wanted to,” Emory panted, groaning every time their hips slapped together.
Usually, the sounds that came with sex—the squishing and squelching and skin slapping on skin—made Cameron uncomfortable. Right now, he found himself getting lost in the rhythm and melody they were creating. Emory’s bed creaked each time he thrust, and Cameron’s knees would give the occasional crack or pop when Emory pressed down. It all sounded perfect, like there was no other way to have sex than to serenade each other with these sounds. He wished he could add his own voice to the mix, to cry and scream the way he wanted to, but Thomas had shamed him one too many times for being too loud. Cameron didn’t dare risk it their first time together. He focused on Emory instead, watching as his brow creased in concentration and began to glisten with sweat.
He had the strange urge to lick the sweat off. Instead, he licked his lips, catching Emory’s eye as he stared hungrily down at him. Cameron did it once more, and Emory snarled, releasing his legs and lunging down to crash their mouths together. The sharp change of angle had Emory slamming into Cameron’s spot with every thrust. It felt like the purest, sharpest form of pleasure, racing up his spine and threatening to black out his vision.
Cameron broke their kiss to let out a keening moan. Emory gave a low growl in response. It built in volume as he wrapped his arms under Cameron’s back to grip his shoulders.
“You can hold onto me,” Emory growled as he used his powerful arms to slam Cameron down on his cock.
Cameron was so grateful for the clear instructions he could have cried. He eagerly did as he was told and wrapped his arms around Emory’s back.
“I’ve got you,” Emory said in Cameron’s ear as he built them up to a mind-numbing rhythm, their bodies coming together over and over, each thrust driving Cameron closer and closer to the edge. Desperately, he remembered that he was supposed to make sure his alpha got off before him.
Unfortunately, that delicious happy trail Cameron had been eyeing earlier was rubbing perfectly against his leaking tip, and he found himself careening off the edge faster than he could stop.
“Em-Emory, I’m-I’m—” Cameron cried out as his parts pulsed and he clenched down on Emory’s massive dick.
Emory let out a guttural noise, and with a few more thrusts, he came as well. Cameron could feel it filling him up, and he did his best to go limp, relaxing his entrance to prepare for Emory’s knot.
It seemed Emory had other plans. He practically ripped himself away, dropping Cameron back onto the mattress as he fell back onto his ass on the other side of the bed.
The noises of the room settled from frantic sex to quiet gasps as they both fought to catch their breath. Cameron pushed himself up onto his elbows again and watched as Emory shook and whined, softly grasping his dick and stroking from the top to the bottom in slow, precise movements. It looked like a knot had begun to form at the bottom of Emory’s dick, and he was slowly coaxing it back down.
Rejection crashed over him, washing away all his post orgasmic bliss. “You…didn’t want to knot me?” Cameron asked.
Fear followed shortly behind rejection, wrapping Cameron in its icy grasp. He’d always let Thomas knot him. For the most part, he enjoyed it, but he knew it was an essential part of rut. He tried to repress a shiver, but his octopus wrapped himself up in his tentacles as they waited to see what their alpha would say.
Emory was still panting. His teeth and hands were human, but his eyes were rimmed amber around the irises.
“We—” Emory tried to say, but his eyes squeezed shut, and he made a soft, whining noise as his knot deflated. When he opened his eyes again, they were the warm, inviting brown Cameron had first seen in the airport. “We didn’t discuss knotting, and I would never knot you without your explicit consent.”
All the bad feelings that had been crawling over Cameron’s skin dissipated. He was left feeling momentarily weightless, not held down by disappointment or fear.
He hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, he had almost caused his alpha’s knot to pop, and Emory had to physically pull himself away in some chivalrous attempt not to knot him without explicit consent. Before he could stop himself—or his octopus? Really, who even knew anymore—he was crawling forward towards Emory.
Emory shifted until he was resting with both of his hands behind himself, his legs splayed open, similar to how Cameron had been sitting before.
Cameron kept crawling until he was kneeling between Emory’s legs. “You can knot me. As long asyouwant to, I want you to.”
Emory studied him, his face revealing nothing of his thoughts except maybe a hint of trepidation. “Before you can completely consent, I feel I should warn you. I’m sure you know that all shifters’ knots are different. A wild lion’s knot has barbs in it that lock into their mate’s bodies, creating small tears that encourage fertility. Thankfully, mine is nowhere near that violent, but it does have ridges that lock it in place…as if the size alone wasn’t enough.”
Cameron probably should have been intimidated. At face value, that did sound quite intimidating. And yet…
“I can take it. Iwantto take it. Please, Emory…I want to make you feel good.”
Emory’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze roamed down Cameron’s chest, taking in his cum splattered belly and the fact that his orgasm had clearly done little to stave off how turned on he was. This had happened during the other ruts Cameron had participated in. The alpha’s pheromones caused the omega to produce extra slick and be ready for round after round, making it enjoyable for both parties, similar to an omega’s heat.
“Did you feel good as well?” Emory asked, something almost vulnerable in the way his shoulders curled in and his brow pinched.
Cameron pressed a surprisingly steady hand against Emory’s chest, slightly up and to the right, where he imagined his heart would be. He’d always pictured their shifter beasts residing somewhere around their hearts.
“I did, I promise, and I won’t lie to you either.” Evade the question and not always be forthcoming with his traumatic history? Perhaps, but he was trying to do better, and he would never outright lie.
Emory’s shoulders rolled back, and his eyes fell to half-mast as he once again studied Cameron. “You really are beautiful.”
Cameron’s blush flared to life, and he climbed onto Emory’s lap to avoid responding to the compliment. He had to spread his legs to the limit of his flexibility to fit over Emory’s impressive thighs.
