The momentary shock of pain was blinding, and he almost did pull away, but Emory wrapped his arms around his back and cradled him against his chest as his knot pressed up, up, up–
“Emory!” Cameron screamed as his knot pressed right up against his prostate and locked in place. “Oh–too much, too much!” Cameron shrieked as Emory pressed his hips tighter, pushing the knot past Cameron’s spot.
Cameron was just barely able to take in a shaky breath before Emory pulled his hips back, dragging his ridged knot along Cameron’s prostate again. His scream was so loud, he was sure the neighbors heard it.
When Emory did it again, Cameron’s vision went all speckly.
Gods. This man was going to be his undoing.
When Thomas used to knot him, he would immediately go limp and, just like his alpha beastie, sort of play dead until his knot deflated. Cameron had been fine with that, enjoying the fullness and closeness of his, for once, docile alpha.
Emory was, of course, not a possum, and he and his lion seemed to have no inclination to play dead. Instead, he continued grinding his knot into Cameron, pulling helpless moans and screams from his throat as Emory mercilessly milked his prostate.
“Want you to feel good, too,” Emory crooned in Cameron’s ear, and Cameron could only whimper in response.
Their bodies were dripping sweat, creating an almost perfect slip-and-slide for Cameron’s part to rub against Emory’s stomach. He hadn’t come this much, this close together, in years, and he had definitely never felt so full and all consumedbefore. Part of him never wanted it to stop, while another part of him was desperate for release.
The latter part won out, and Cameron arched his back. The next thrust struck his prostate dead on, while Emory’s belly pressed right against his tip. Cameron came with a broken cry, and his vision went black.
Chapter Ten
Emory
Well, he’d never made someone blackout with his knot before.
Emory carefully rolled himself over, clutching a passed-out Cameron to his chest. He did his best not to jostle him with his knot, and when he finally got them situated, with Cameron resting peacefully on his chest, he let out a relieved breath.
His lion was as proud as can be, and Emory could admit he was also feeling a bone-deep satisfaction—at least physically. He had his well-fucked fated mate in his arms, and his cock was nestled deep inside his warmth.
Mentally, however, he was replaying every moment of their evening together, starting in his office, moving chaotically into his bedroom—he glanced at his mangled door frame and sighed—culminating in two rounds of mind-blowing sex, and then…
And then he’d fucked Cameron with his knot, something he had never done before with any lover, during his rut or otherwise. Typically, he knotted his toy and fucked it until he was satisfied. He had been in control enough not to go anywherenear Cameron’s neck with his teeth, and he had been careful not to let his claws out except to tear off Cameron’s pretty panties. But when he’d popped his knot, he lost all sense, wanting nothing but to satisfy his mate—something he hadalsonever thought about during rut before.
Perhaps that was the difference between being an adult in rut versus a clueless teenager. Or maybe this was just what it was like rutting with a fated mate. When he’d been alone in the office, he’d felt nearly out of his mind with lust and need, but with Cameron, he’d felt more in control and able to satisfy both himself and his mate.
Hisfatedmate. Not actual mate because, as Emory was well aware, they still weren’t mated. Maybe tonight would get them one step closer. There had been a wonderful sense of freedom and connection in not having to think about how he was touching his fated mate. Every touch and caress had been received with smiles, moans, and pleasurable sighs. It seemed like, for tonight at least, Cameron welcomed every intimacy, no matter how small.
For some reason, it seemed like the opposite wasn’t true. It was almost as if Cameron would go to touch Emory or do something to him, only to pull back. It also seemed like he’d been holding his tongue…that is, until Emory had fucked him with his knot, eliciting delicious screams Emory could still hear in his head.
He added it to his mental list of things he should probably discuss with Cameron when he woke up.
If he woke up.
Emory’s lion huffed at him and flicked his tail in annoyance. His lion wanted to preen and prance around, not face the consequences of their little fuckfest, which had resulted in their sweet, beautiful Cameron passing out. He’d had omegas pass out from pleasure before, but it was always duringtheirheats, not Emory’s rut. Again, this was why he usually took rut suppressants, so he didn’t have to deal with all this stress.
Speaking of stress, he idly wondered how the rest of the gala had gone. He reached for his phone, only to realize it was in his pile of clothes back in the foyer.
Emory was pretty certain his lion actually rolled his eyes at him.
Right. He probably shouldn’t be thinking about work right now.
Emory brought his stretched-out hand to Cameron’s back in consternation, rubbing soothing circles into his damp skin. He was so much smaller than Emory, with a bit of muscle in his shoulders and arms, but very little down his back. His grip, with both his arms and legs, was shockingly strong, but he supposed that was that octopus strength Cameron had mentioned.
He ran his fingers down Cameron’s spine and to his ass, gently sliding between his cheeks to trace the taut skin of his hole where it was stretched wide around Emory’s cock. His knot gave a slight pulse inside Cameron, eliciting a quiet groan from the omega. Cameron shifted his hips, pressing down on the knot as he opened his eyes.
Emory froze, his fingers still between Cameron’s cheeks. Their eyes met, and Cameron’s lips slowly curled into a smirk. “Trying to fit a finger in there while I’m asleep?”
Emory yanked his hand back and laid it in the small of Cameron’s back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…well, I didn’t mean to knock you out in the first place, and then Ireallydidn’t mean to wake you up with my fingers…” he trailed off, a blush working its way across his cheeks.
