Emory beckoned for him, and Cameron rushed around the couch, pressing himself up against Emory’s side. “Are you okay?” Cameron whispered. “My octopus got really antsy, like…you needed us?”
Emory buried his face in Cameron’s hair, taking in his salty-sweet smell, accentuated by sex and sweat. “I’m alright, honey, thank you,” he whispered into his auburn locks before tilting his head back towards his phone. “Mother, I have to go.”
“One month, Emory. I can hold off the family until the end of March, but that is as much as I will be able to do for you. You will need to visit for at least a week to appease them. I will work with Christopher to get it on the company calendar.”
Emory sighed but grudgingly accepted.
His mother’s tone brightened considerably. “You’re a good man, Emory. You’re going to make an excellent mate, and I am very excited to meet yours.”
“Thank you, Mother. Goodbye.” He hung up and dropped his phone onto the couch cushion. Without even stopping to think, he pulled Cameron into his lap. Cameron came all too willingly,wrapping his arms around Emory’s neck and staring up at him expectantly.
One month. A lot could be accomplished in one month. They’d grown leaps and bounds in only one night. Maybe Emorycoulddo this. He could reprioritize things at work and in his personal life. He was going to build a beautiful relationship with Cameron, and no one and nothing was going to stop him.
As if sensing this shift in him, or maybe picking up on whatever his octopus had sensed earlier, Cameron straddled Emory’s lap, sealing their mouths together in a kiss that seemed to go on and on.
Chapter Eleven
Cameron
Even during Cameron’s most intense heats, he had never experienced anything close to what sex was like with Emory.
Cameron had naively thought he’d had a few good heats with Thomas, where all his sexual needs had been met, and he’d been satisfied for his full eighteen-hour heat.
Emory’s rut was completely different. He got to try out a few fantasies, and began to dip his toe in more engaging and fun sex. First, he’d been fucked by Emory’s knot, which wasn’t even a fantasy he’d known to have, but was absolutely getting added to his short list. Then, Emory had blown him on the counter and fucked him over the back of the couch.
After Emory got off the phone, they had sex on the plush living room rug, on Emory’s desk, on those stupid kitchen stools, and in the elevator—both of which had been Emory’s fantasies. Emory had been all too willing to fuck him doggy style, and even pressed his face into the mattress when he asked. They stuck pretty close to their “no kink” rule, but at one point, Emorypinned Cameron’s wrists down, and Cameron had howled in pleasure.
“That…is very good to know,” Emory murmured, as he pulled his hands back, opting to grab Cameron’s ankles and hold them in the air instead.
“I think…maybe I might like not having toalwaysbe in control,” Cameron admitted. “It would be nice to have nothing to worry about. I could just lie back and enjoy it.”
Emory’s eyes had turned amber, and hadn’t reverted back to brown until after his next knot deflated. “You never have to lift a finger in bed if you don’t want to,” Emory whispered huskily in his ear. “I will happily service you for the rest of our lives.”
Cameron’s octopus nearly swooned, but Cameron felt a fire light in his belly. He fluttered his lashes up at his gorgeous alpha, loving that he could be so free and open about his wants and needs. “I appreciate that, but…I think maybe I would look really cute in pink ropes and cuffs, too.”
Emory’s growl shook the entire bed, and he flipped them over and sank into Cameron once again, pinning him down and not letting him up for a good hour.
Finally, Cameron got up the courage to ask for something he’d been craving for weeks.
He shed actual tears of joy when Emory picked him up, pressed him against the cold shower wall, and slammed into him. The warm water cascaded down both their bodies, and Cameron fulfilled one of his all-time favorite fantasies.
There wasn’t anything sexual about it. Quite the opposite, actually. In the deepest recesses of his heart, he’d always wanted to share himself completely with a lover during sex. For a shifter, that meant being able to share some of his inner beast.
Thomas had reacted in shock and revulsion to Cameron’s tentacles the first time they came out during Cameron’s heat.He had grudgingly allowed Cameron to keep them out, but he’d been very clear he didn’t want to be touched by them.
After everything he and Emory had been through that night, Cameron decided to take a risk and allowed two tentacles to sprout from his hips.
Emory’s irises glowed as his canines extended and his claws came out. He was careful, always so careful, not to hurt Cameron as he continued thrusting into him, whispering sweet, beautiful words about Cameron and his octopus.
“So beautiful… You’re so damn beautiful. Look at you. They’re so pretty… You’re so pretty,” Emory babbled, and Cameron’s octopus wiggled happily, causing his tentacles to do the same. They were a burnt orange color with phosphorescent blue suction cups. When he was in his full shifted form, there was webbing between them, and they fanned out around him, almost like a skirt. His octopus liked to wiggle around, showing off his beautiful tentacles, the way maybe one day Cameron would feel confident enough to show off in a dress. In this partially shifted form, his tentacles didn’t have the webbing. They were completely separate from each other and were around the width of his wrist and the length of his upper arm.
Cameron let out a surprised shout as something soft brushed against his calf. Emory slowed his thrusts as his tail wound its way up to Cameron’s knee. Emory’s eyes were pools of amber, and even in the water, his hair was able to form a glorious mane around his head.
“Amazing,” Cameron breathed, threading his fingers through the mane at the front of Emory’s head, stroking it back from his face as he pressed their lips together.
Emory managed to keep thrusting while also winding a hand between them to stroke Cameron. He was going to need at least a week’s hiatus from sex after this. His ass was starting to ache, and his parts felt wrung out. Emory was also beginning to showsigns of fatigue. His thrusts were shallower and more desperate, and he was panting more like a dog than a majestic feline.
Cameron arched his back, forcing Emory deeper until, with a final scream, he came in Emory’s hand, clamping down on Emory’s cock so tight he was barely able to thrust twice more before he came with a muted growl.
