Emory silenced him with a searing kiss. Cameron wound his wet limbs around Emory’s back, pressing and rubbing his part against the hair on Emory’s belly.
“Please, Emory… I need you, and then I need to see your lion.”
Emory smiled, revealing his gleaming teeth. “Whatever you want, love. It’s yours.”
His thoughts blurred together as his octopus took over, and Cameron found himself tipping his head to the side, bearing his throat to Emory, fully ready for his mate mark.
Emory’s breath caught. “Oh, my love. I want to mate you so bad, but…” Emory’s voice trailed off, his eyes swirling amber andbrown, mixed with a love deeper than Cameron ever thought he’d see in a partner’s eyes. It forced his octopus back down and allowed Cameron to find his words again.
“I know,” Cameron said, turning his head to press his forehead against Emory’s. “Soon. Really soon. I just–”
“Wejust need to find the right time,” Emory said, pressing a kiss to the corner of Cameron’s lips. “I want to make it perfect for you.”
They’d talked a little about mating at Emory’s parents' estate. Cameron had said he wanted them to be in love before they mated, and they were definitely past that now. There were just a few more logistics to discuss, including whether this apartment really wastheirs, what their timeline would be for marriage, when they should visit Cameron’s parents, and?—
“Emory,” Cameron moaned.
Emory had started moving his hips in a torturous rhythm, grinding his cock between Cameron’s cheeks.
“I’ve got you,” Emory said, nuzzling his nose into Cameron’s neck. “I’m going to prep you, make love to you, and then?—”
“Lion,” Cameron breathed, and he wasn’t sure if it was him or his octopus speaking. Maybe both.
“Lion,” Emory agreed.
His breath tickled down Cameron’s damp skin and made him shiver. Emory reached outside their little den and grabbed a blanket, pulling it over them.
“Remember when you had to follow me in here?” Cameron asked, spreading his legs as Emory slid down between them.
“I do,” he said, his amber eyes glowing in the muted light. “I will follow you under any sheets, into any closet, or wherever I have to in order to find you, Cameron. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” Cameron said, and then he moaned, long and low, as Emory slowly worked him open with his fingers and his tongue.
He loved how full Emory could make him feel. Full of love, attention, and his deliciously big fingers and cock. He never would have called himself a size queen, but gods did he love the stretch and burn he got from Emory. He liked that he had to work to fit him inside. His body always made room for him, just like they had both had to learn to make room in their lives for each other.
Cameron’s patience for making room tonight lasted as long as it took Emory to work three fingers inside him, and then he reached down and pulled at Emory’s arms. He rose up, knocking aside the covers to hover over Cameron.
Their eyes met and held as Emory grabbed Cameron’s legs and lifted them up, aligning their bodies so that with one smooth move, Emory was able to slide all the way in. Cameron groaned, and his eyes rolled back as Emory ground his hips against Cameron’s ass, stretching him a little more so it wouldn’t hurt when they started moving.
Gods, Cameron needed him to move. He needed his fated mate, his alpha, the love of his life, to make love to him until he saw stars, and then he needed to finally meet Emory’s lion. He grabbed at Emory’s back, latching onto the wings of his shoulder blades as he moved his hips, sliding partially off and then back onto Emory’s cock.
“That’s it, love…just like that,” Emory purred, bending in half to wrap his arms under Cameron, gripping his shoulders for stability as he began to rock in time with Cameron’s movements.
It was slow, and while Cameron’s octopus was antsy and desperate for them to finish, the languid pace actually felt incredible. He could feel every inch of his lover as his thick length opened him up with each stroke in and dragged back through his clenching channel on the way out.
Every brush against his prostate had his stomach quivering, and that burning feeling was finally gone. It was replaced by thatwonderful fullness that started deep in his gut and ballooned upward, pressing into his heart and throat.
“I love you,” he choked out.
“I love you. Forever,” Emory said, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Cameron’s neck and face.
His climax built slowly, washing through him like a wave, and finally cresting when Emory slid a hand between them to give him two practiced strokes.
Thomas had never taken much interest in Cameron’s pleasure outside of his heats. Cameron had often been left seeking his own release after they slept together. Not once had that happened with Emory. If anything, he was always trying to get Cameron off first. Several times, Cameron had ended up chasing after Emory when he pulled out after making Cameron come.
Cameron loved using his hands and mouth on his fated mate. He loved making Emory feel good in any way he could, whether that be with relaxing baths and massages, or hasty hand jobs and a few blow jobs.
Tonight, after he came, Cameron kept his legs locked around Emory’s hips. He arched his back, continuing to milk Emory’s cock as he desperately thrust into him, chasing his release. The drag of his heavy length over Cameron’s used prostate was right on the edge of too much. He began to shake, and a whimper escaped his mouth right as he reached his limit. Maybe it was that desperate, raw noise, or perhaps the way his body clamped around Emory, but a moment later Emory came with a roar.
