Chapter 34
Cameron
A smile spreads across my face as I squeeze Ronan’s hand, leading him towards the babble of rushing water. “The creek gets deep in the middle, and during the summer we swam out here almost every day. Even this late in the evening, the water should be warm.”
We’re working against the clock, trying to use the last bit of daylight to clean ourselves before it’s too dark. I sit our towels on the rocks and strip my sweaty shirt off before pushing my shorts to the ground. Ronan does the same, the dim sunlight bouncing off every bulge in his naked body.
The gods have given him his own personal spotlight.
His cock hangs heavy as he turns and walks towards me, shifting with his steps. Blood rushes between my legs in an instant, and Ronan’s smirk grows as he gazes down, his eyes moving seductively up my frame.
“Don’t get cocky,” I threaten as he chuckles, snatching me around the waist and capturing my lips in a slow, patient kiss.
“We made it.” Voice low and full of emotion, he nips my lips with his fangs before slipping his tongue into my mouth and rolling it with mine. He takes his time, sliding in and out, dipping further and tasting every inch before giving my tongue a gentle suck. His lips curve against mine, and my worries vanish with that smile.
“Come on,” I rasp as his hands wrap around my back, cupping my ass and digging his fingers into the muscles. “Let’s get in the water.”
“Just waiting for you.” He rocks me forward, dragging my cock against his thigh. I groan as I separate myself from him, realizing that we need to get clean before things go any further. We spent the past two days in the car, after all, and slept in a literal barn last night.
The water is lukewarm against my foot as I wade in—cool enough to offer relief from the heat without being too chilly. Once we’re knee-deep, I step lightly, toeing along the sandy bottom as I search for the drop-off.
We both dive under, and I come up first, treading water as I wait for Ronan. Droplets cascade over his face as he breaks through the surface, dewy pearls stuck to his thick lashes. A giant, carefree grin forms on his mouth, tiny fangs glinting in the sun. His long hair clings to his skin, the ends floating in an inky pool around his shoulders.
He splashes me and tosses his head back in a booming laugh when I chase after him, slinging water. It’s playful, and relaxed, and everything I never expected to get from this life. Everything I never thought I deserved. The orange in the sky fades to a cobalt blue as the sun sets, and Ronan drags me to the edge.
“Until we figure out what roams in this forest, it’s best we stay inside during the dark hours.” He lathers himself up before handing the soap to me. Lavender and pine mix with the earthy scent of the water, moss, and soil, and I take a deep breath.
Home.
It smells like home.
“Leave the clothes,” I say as he reaches for them. “Something tells me we’ll be doing a lot of scrubbing out here tomorrow.” He wraps his towel around his waist, the terrycloth barely hanging on with its loose knot, and I can’t stop staring at the bulge that presses against the fabric.
We make it to the house and wind through the hallway, closing ourselves into the bedroom and dropping onto the blanket-covered mattress. Ronan rolls onto his side and skims a feather-light fingertip across my chest, swirling in a circle around my navel.
“You’ve been hard since we got in that water,” he teases, his finger moving down my torso to trace the crease of my thigh.
“And you’re going to do something about it, just… give me a second.” Hands trembling, I reach up and pull my glasses off my face, my vision refocusing to find the shock in Ronan’s expression.
His head shakes, ever so slightly, as his brows pinch. “Cam, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I whisper, sitting them on the small side table with an almost silent tap. “Need to show you I can.”
“But I want you to feel safe,” he whispers back, and the heartbreak on his face is enough to split me right in half .
“I do… I am ,” I stress. “With you, I am safe, Ro.”
His entire face scrunches and I swear I spot a gleam in his eyes as he rushes forward, capturing my lips in a long, steady kiss, and a silent promise passes between us as long-buried tension melts from deep inside me. The insistence of his kiss communicates everything I need to hear, though. It says more than words could ever find a way to say.
You’re home.
I’ve got you.
I will never leave your side.
There’s no hesitation as my mouth opens, his tongue rushing to meet mine as I press closer, rocking against his hip. “Do you plan on doing something about that?” I murmur against his lips, and he grins as his hand lands on my stomach. His palm lays flat against my skin and slides lower, catching the base of my cock between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan slips free as he tiptoes further, cupping my balls and gently rolling them as I let my legs spread.
The mattress dips as he adjusts, his mouth following in the wake of his fingers, but as he gets near my cock, he shifts to my thigh. When I whine, he grabs my ankle and spins me until he’s between my legs, and his lips start their journey again.
Shivers wrack my body, and goosebumps lift on my skin as he kisses everywhere, each touch more intimate than the last. When he licks up the crease of my thigh, I whimper and shift my hips, bumping his cheek with my cock. He tuts and moves lower, ignoring my dick as he pulls one of my balls into his mouth .
“Oh, holy fuck,” I breathe, his hot breath puffing against my skin as he laughs. Another loud moan leaves me when he sucks, drawing on one side, then the other.
“Look at this pretty hole.” He grips my ass and spreads my cheeks, peppering kisses in a circle. “Always so tight and ready to be fucked, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah,” I whimper as I clench, desperate for something to fill me. Wet heat slides over my hole as he licks, moving in slow, deliberate drags as he slicks my skin.
“Fuck, I love how responsive you are,” he murmurs as he seals his mouth over me, sucking gently and swirling his tongue as he spreads me further. He’s patient, alternating between drawn-out, flat swipes and probing presses. My hips rock, shamelessly grinding against him.
A chain of needy whines leaves my throat, a slur of nonsense as my brain misfires. “Please, more,” I breathe, but other than a fleeting glance, he ignores my begging.
Infuriatingly unhurried, he eats me out until my skin is soaked with spit. With each thrust of that wicked tongue against me, I feel myself loosen for him. Pulling his mouth back, he dots a series of kisses around my hole before slipping a finger inside.
My spine arches as he sinks deeper, working some sort of magic as he licks me and fingers me at the same time. Another pitiful noise climbs from my throat, somewhere between a prayer and a wail, as he finds that spot inside me that sends a quiver down my limbs. His groan vibrates against my skin as he works a second finger in, licking a filthy line up my taint and sucking my balls into his mouth.
“Fuck, why does it all feel so good?” My neglected cock throbs against my stomach, leaking a small pool of pre-cum onto my belly. “Ro, can I…” I trail off, biting at my lip as nerves steal my voice.
Fingers still thrusting inside me, his tongue darts over his lips, like he can’t get enough of tasting me.
Gods, why is that so sexy?
“Can you…?”
“Can I fuck you tonight?” Cheeks burning, I force myself not to look away as a salacious grin spreads across his face, another finger nudging at my hole.
“Do you want to fuck me with this pretty little cock?” He places a row of kisses along the underside, the light friction making me buck my hips.
“Yeah,” I groan as that third finger slips inside and lights me on fire. “If you’re okay with that… I probably won’t last long.” A breathy, rueful laugh blows from my lips as my face and neck flame, but he clicks his tongue at me.
“That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re a satisfied puddle by the time we’re done.”
“You… really want to?”
A smile spreads across his face, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. “I’ve been fucking dying for you to ask.” He presses a soft kiss to my thigh as he grins up at me from between my legs, and the sight is enough to have me feral.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Deep and authoritative, his voice makes my scalp tingle as his fingers thrust in a steady rhythm. “No matter what I do to you, you aren’t allowed to come.”
“What? Why not?” I whine as he slips out of me, dropping his mouth once more. Spit slides in rivers between my cheeks as he spears his tongue into my hole, groaning when I clench around him. The warning he just gave me almost flies out the window as my body tenses.
It should not be so sexy to watch him wipe his chin with his forearm, but it is.
It really fucking is.
Slick glistens down his shaft as he moves to kneel, teasing my entrance with his cock. “You’re not allowed to come anywhere but in me.” His hips nudge forward as he pushes into me, soaked and open for him. “It’s your choice how hard and fast you fuck me. If you want to spend an hour in my ass, do it. If you’d rather fill me with your cum as soon as you’re inside me, you can do that, too.”
“Fuck,” I moan as he thrusts deeper, until his knot catches on my rim.
“And then,” he mutters, grinding against me as my body yields for him, “you’ll be at my mercy.” Ronan leans forward and bites at my chest as I moan louder, my hips flexing up off the bed. “Is that what you want? To spend the entire night loaded full of me again?”
“Yes,” I breathe, whining in protest when he pulls out.
“Flex that needy hole for me.” He rises to his knees, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I’m completely exposed, and his eyes are solid black as he stares.
“Ronan,” I moan, desperately wanting to reach for my cock, only needing a few strokes to hurtle me over the edge. “Ronan, I need to come.”
“And you will,” he promises, thrusting his fingers back inside me, “just not right now. Now be a good boy and give me what I want.” My muscles squeeze, each flex bringing me closer to blowing. “Fuck, that’s it,” he mutters. “So fucking needy. ”
“I’m going to come,” I whimper as my cock gives an almost painful throb on my stomach, every muscle in my body spun tight. “It’s too much.”
“Not yet, you aren’t,” he warns, holding his fingers deep inside me. “Don’t you dare.” I fight to stave off the release brewing under my skin, a spurt of pre-cum making me think I’ve lost the battle, but slowly, the tension uncoils.
“Okay.” I push out a heavy exhale. “Yeah, okay… I’m good.”
“So perfect,” he murmurs, and I call out in surprise as he drops his mouth back to my hole, licking and sucking before he kisses a path up my body until we’re face to face.
“How do you want me?” he asks, breathless, spit still glistening on his lips.
“On… on your knees.” He rumbles a contented sound as he shifts to the other side of the bed and positions himself on all fours, arching his spine as I climb to shaky knees. “Don’t I need to prep you?”
“I was prepping myself while I was eating you out. These tails come in handy.”
I almost blow on the spot.
“Now fuck me like you mean it, Cam.” For a second, I just admire the view of his defined body. Ass in the air, tails passively drooped to the side, and the muscles in his shoulders and back popping as he holds himself up. Full and wild, his hair is still damp, and his eyes are dark and hooded as he glances over his shoulder at me.
“Chest on the bed,” I command, and he fucking purrs as he lowers himself, his smooth hole slick as he presents himself to me. My palms run over his skin, tracing over the indented muscles in his ass before toying with the base of his tails .
Another red-hot bolt of need rushes through my body as he pushes backward, rubbing against me. “Cam, please,” he whines, and I can’t help the way I shiver.
Ronan is always in control… he’s never the needy one.
Never begging .
Reaching between his legs, I give his cock a slow tug, shuddering when I find how wet he is. My hand slides back up, and he lets out a howling moan when I gently squeeze his knot.
“Fuck,” I grunt as my hips jut forward, my cock sliding between his cheeks.
“Do whatever you want to me, but please, do something .” I pull back, my thumb moving from his cock to the velvety skin of his hole, exploring with a few light pushes before it slips past his rim. His muscles flex around me, and I suddenly understand why he’s always asking me to do that.
My dick aches as I move my thumb in and out a few times, fascinated as his hole closes as soon as I slip out. Coating my palm in his slick, I slide my fist along my length as my overstimulated nerve endings ignite.
Heart thudding, I notch myself against him, and he moans into the bed as I watch my cock disappear inside him. It’s like he is drawing me in as my hips slam into his ass with a slap, and already, the tension in my body is wild and out of control. The snug squeeze around my sensitive cock has me releasing a sound that’s almost a sob.
I pull out too far and pop free, relishing the way he opens for me again. His sounds are addicting, unrestrained and enthusiastic as I move inside him .
My balls are embarrassingly tight as I dig my fingertips into his hips. “Gods, you feel incredible,” Ronan groans, and my fingers burrow pits into his flesh, the slap of skin punctuated by both of our grunts every time we meet. “Need you, Cam.”
Palms on his lower back, I push until his body drops flat. He whines as he jerks his hips, fucking into the mattress. I spread my knees wider, forcing his legs between them, and watch as his ass bounces with each thrust.
“Ro… fuck, Ro, I’m going to come… I can’t stop.” My rhythm turns choppy as I search for something to hold on to, finally fisting his hair and yanking his head back. The overwhelming pressure in my core presses against my skin until I can’t stand it any longer.
My hips lock as I shatter, pulling on his dark strands while he moans, loud and low. Pleasure bombards my senses—my ears ring and my vision whites as I shudder along with the pulses of my cock. Ronan gasps my name and rolls his hips, the action causing another wave of ecstasy that forces a sob from my throat.
The last barrier between us is annihilated as he unravels beneath me, allowing me to see every part of him in his raw vulnerability.
When my body slumps, I pull out, and he lifts his ass to let me watch my cum slide from his pulsing hole. A dark wet spot stains the bed, and my voice is raspy as I ask, “Did you come?”
“I’m still fucking coming… get back inside me,” he begs, and I groan as I swipe my sensitive cock through my release and thrust into him. His moan is muffled as he shoves his face into the mattress, the muscles in his back fl exing as he rolls his hips, fucking himself on my softening cock.
Solid black eyes find mine as he whirls around, tossing me onto the bed with a bounce. “Who do you belong to, Cameron?” He climbs up my body, hooking my legs with his elbows.
“How are you hard again?” I whine as he nips at my neck, sucking on the skin until it bruises. I’m so limp I could become one with the mattress and sleep for the next three days.
His chuckle is low and deep as he swaps to the other side of my neck, leaving another mark before his mouth drifts to my ear, biting at the lobe. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Slick heat finds my entrance and nudges, and despite my exhaustion, I find myself spreading my legs, welcoming the stretch as he enters me.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward, his knot forcing me open. “Now, I asked you a question.”
A weak smile crosses my lips as I find the energy to argue. “What was the question?”
“Stubborn,” he mutters, bottoming out. My body accepts him much faster this time, and my fingernails dig into his shoulders. I whimper as he almost pushes through, then yanks his hips back. “Say it.”
“Ronan,” I mutter, my voice slurred as I writhe underneath him, needy and desperate and not caring in the least that he sees it.
“Do you want me to breed you, sweet Cameron?”
“Yes, please,” I murmur, tugging him by his neck, but he doesn’t budge .
His lips move to mine, just barely brushing over them with a featherlight kiss. “You know what I need.” Defiantly, I flex around him, and he tosses his head in a laugh before claiming my mouth once more. “Come on, mo’sziv, tell me what I want to hear.”
“I love you,” I whisper, and his eyes soften as he kisses me again. “I love you so fucking much… I’m yours, and you’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
“Mine,” he murmurs in agreement, driving his hips with a hard thrust that knocks the back of my head into the bed. “All fucking mine .”
“Yours,” I gasp. “Fuck me until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Claim me, Ronan… mark me.”
“Mark you?” His mouth finds the mauve skin of my upper arm, kissing it before he returns to my mouth. “You are already marked as mine, but I’m happy to make you smell like mine, too.” We both cry out as his knot slips inside me, and his face twists into a beautiful contradiction of elated agony.
His cock pulses, filling me until it’s almost uncomfortable and charging my body up like a battery. Tucking his face into my neck, he bites me again, letting his fangs scrape my skin. “I love you,” he breathes as he settles, his muscles twitching against me.
When he lifts his head, his eyes fall on mine, full of filthy promises. I pop a brow at him, sassy despite the need charging through my veins. “Done so soon?”
A dark chuckle vibrates in his chest as he wraps his arms around my back, pulling me up into his lap. My mouth falls open in relief as he grinds into me, trapping my cock between us as we move as one. “We’re just getting started.”