Page 51 of The Crimson Wolf
I grin, turning my head to face him. “Well, Lord and Savior, please, for the love of Cameron, fuck me already.”
This time, the smile against my neck holds more point. He scrapes his fangs down my neck, and the slight pain pulls a cry of pleasure from me. I wrap my legs around him, and his dick slides through my wetness. My body begs for release again as if my orgasm didn’t even happen. I angle my hips, urging him to thrust inside of me.
His tip meets me, and he stops, his body shuddering. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says as if the hesitation is killing him.
I bite down on his neck, my teeth sinking into his skin. When I pull away, I notice the marks. My teeth have turned into fangs. Cameron cries out, and I whisper into his ear. “You’re not the only one who enjoys pain.”
That’s all he needs. He pounds into me—so forcefully that it rattles my skull. “Fuck,” I yell, holding onto him as his thrusts deepen.
“This won’t last long,” he says between labored breaths.
It won’t last long for me either. The feel of his cock hitting the back of me—filling me, throbbing with the need to release—it’s all too much. This knot stretches me out at my opening. There’s pain in the stretching, but it’s so deliciously good that I can’t help but wish for more—anticipating the feel of his knot fully hardened inside of me. “Cameron, my God,” I yell, throwing my head back.
“That’s right, my mate. I am your god, and you are mine.”
My body clenches around him. Heat explodes from the back of my eyes, and my mind focuses. I gasp, the feeling of my orgasm doubles. Cameron cries out, and his warmness coats the inside of me. I feel it. Not just what it’s doing to me, but I feel it from his perspective. “Cameron!” I cry, barely able to get the words out, on the brink of passing out from so much pleasure. “I feel you. I feel what you feel.” His knot swells, growing inside and gluing him to me. The pain heightens, and for good measure, I tug against him just to see what will happen. I barely move an inch. We’re completely connected. I pull him closer, running my hands down his back, reveling in the feeling. I’ve never felt so full, so complete, so wanted.
Cameron’s head rests at my side as he gathers his breath. He finally rises to his elbows to loom over me, shock riddled across his face.
“What?” I ask with a smile. Nothing could damper my mood at this moment.
He studies me, his eyes darting over mine. “Red, your eyes. They’re glowing.”
34
Endgame
Iwatch as the light dims from my eyes on the selfie camera of Cameron’s phone before the battery dies completely. “Why is this happening?” I ask, turning back to Cameron, lying on his side next to me. He’s already placed our wet clothes on stones outside the cave to dry. He’s completely naked, wrapped in part of the sleeping bag, with his head propped up by a muscular arm as he rests a hand on my thigh. “I’ve heard about powerful werewolves who had the power of mind reading. Their eyes glow whenever they use their abilities. I’ve just never met one in real life.”
I shoot him a disbelieving look before tossing the phone to him. “Are you fucking with me?” I lie down next to him, and he pulls me in close. I hide my sharp breath as I revel in the feel of his muscular body pushed against mine.
He grins and kisses my cheek, his hand running lazily up and down my bare back. “No, I’m being serious. I think coming together with me—your mate—is helping you transition into your full powers.” He looks me in the eyes and shakes his head slightly. “And damn, are you powerful.”
“I wonder what else I can do.” My mind replays the feelings—Cameron’s feelings—my cunt pulsing around him. Having two orgasms barrel through me at once was the most mind-fucking, amazing experience I’ve ever had, but that can’t be the purpose of my powers. I’m not a very powerful werewolf if I can only read minds during sex.
“We’ll have to start training so you can reach your full potential.”
My fingers travel up and down his back, feeling the subtle remnants of the scratches I caused nights before. They should be worse, but I guess his werewolf powers offer some sort of healing effect. “Sorry about these.”
He grabs my arm and brings my fingers to his lips to kiss. “Are you kidding me? I’m hard just thinking about you scratching the shit out of me.” He nudges into me slightly as if he needs his erection to prove the point. “It’s everymale's dream to help their mate come into their full power. I never would have dreamed mine would be so powerful.”
“So that wasn’t because of the Blood Moon? It was because of you?” I mentally scan my body, noticing that the pain in my head and feet is almost gone.
“The Blood Moon probably had a little to do with it, but you can thank me for your sudden burst of strength and all-around euphoric feeling.” He smirks.
I shove his shoulder with a grin. “Okay, cocky asshole.”
He wraps his arms tighter around me and kisses up my neck. “I’m sorry, I will never compare to my powerful mate. I’m a jealous prick.”
“I thought you were the most powerful werewolf.”
He pulls me back to study me. “Who told you that?”
“Jack.” Nerves shoot up my spine. I hate that I must bring him into this moment, and I'm nervous Cameron will become all macho alpha jealous.
He laughs, his smile reaching his brown eyes. “Seems a bit odd of him to mention that about the competition, but hey, I guess I should thank him for the compliment.”
I shove him. “Hey, he’s not competition!”
