Salvation (Wild Heat)

Chapter 14 – B R O O K L Y N

I’ve hadplenty of orgasms. After I presented, making myself come with my fingers and toys was the only way to stay sane some days. Before my last heat, I practically rubbed myself raw trying to find some relief. I thought I knew how every possible orgasm could feel.

Orgasms from Camden are a whole other beast.

The first time he made me come with his fingers, I saw stars. He played my body like a rock star grinds on a guitar. And when he used his tongue to draw out an orgasm, I just saw white. Like the pleasure blinded me. I want to weep because I can’t imagine having to come without him. My fingers will never satisfy me again.

Camden’s deep blue eyes are ferocious as he looks at me, like I’m a meal he’s starving for. I’m laid out before him, feverish and trembling and wanting. While he’s still fully clothed—the only sign he’s affected at all is the tent in his jeans and the shine of my slick covering his mouth and chin. I want to see him, too.

I whine, grasping the edge of his shirt in my fingers. I try to pull it off him, but I’m too weak like this. It all makes me cry out in frustration. I thank God when I see there’s a flash of recognition in Camden’s face.

“You want me to take it off, sweetheart?” he murmurs.

I nod desperately. With a crooked smile, he peels off his dark blue T-shirt, revealing the sleek muscles of his chest. He looks so fucking divine. His torso might not be as broad as Denver’s or Memphis’s, but he’s still insanely muscular, with a build like a swimmer’s. I want to run my teeth over each of his abs.

“Later,” he instructs. I have no idea if I said the last part aloud, or if it was just obvious from the way I was ogling him. “First, you need my knot.”

Yes, please.

He pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing the longest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s red with desire, cum seeping from his slit. I want it so badly, I can barely breathe. My body tenses with need. I still feel awkward about what to do. My last time—my only time—it was like my mind left my body, unable to cope with everything. Now, I’m fully present, and unsure what Camden expects from me.

Fortunately, he’s ready to take charge. He settles back on top of me, the crown of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says. When I do as he says, his cock pushes inside me by millimeters. Even that slight touch has me writhing. Camden settles me with a hand to my chest.

“I’m going to take it slow,” he says, the words shuddering out of him as he seems to fight his own desire. “It’s going to hurt no matter what, but the pain will fade.”

I want to hurt, though.

I want to be torn in half.

I ache for him to thrust into me harshly, over and over.

My core clenches and my belly flutters and my chest is coated in sweat and my everything is on fire.

…and I want him to fuck me like an animal.

Instead, he moves so slow that it feels like torture. It’s so hard not to move my hips as his broad tip spreads my lower lips and enters me. I clench hard around it—just the tip is so much better than anything I’ve ever felt inside me, but it’s not enough. I want it all.

“Shhh, stay still, sweetheart,” Camden whispers.

So I do. I lie still, whimpering pathetically, until he finally sheaths his full length inside me, the head prodding against my cervix. It hurts so bad, the desire from my heat mixing with the pain of his long cock stretching the back of my pussy.

Finally, my walls relax so I’m not gripping him so tightly. I can tell Camden feels it because he finally starts moving.

“There you go,” he says, sounding proud. “That’s it, let me take care of you.”

He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing tight circles while he rocks into me. It feels incredible, every ridge of his cock rubbing against the sensitive spots inside me. I can tell it’s just as good for him, because he’s finally starting to lose grip on his control. His pace crescendos, and my pulse rises as each thrust comes faster and faster.

“I need you to come for me,” he mutters. “I need to know how your pretty pussy feels clenching around my cock. Can you do that?”

I manage a moaning nod, my hands sliding into his brown hair to hold on as he moves faster. Then his thumb presses down hard on my clit, and I come hard, screaming out Camden’s name. The world turns white again while pleasure shakes my body. Camden’s mouth moves against my neck, whispering soothing words for me as his scent fills my nose.

“Such a good girl.” The words spill out, strained. “Fuck. You feel so perfect.”

I can feel his knot rising below my entrance, and I shift my hips, trying to get it inside me. But Camden’s quicker. He rolls to his back, bringing me with him so I’m straddling him.

He grips my hips, moving me into a rocking motion against him, but he doesn’t force me down. He waits, his eyes slitted and glazed as they lock on mine, and I realize what he’s doing.

He’s giving me control.

“Take it,” he pants. “It’s yours.”

I move on my knees, rising to try and use my momentum to impale myself onto him. But it’s too big, and my opening won’t spread far enough. I try another time, then again, but my body still won’t take it, even with all the slick I can feel between us. I whine, rubbing myself against him to try and find some form of release as that thing that was building inside reaches a screaming high of blinding need.

Camden watches me, looking like the cat who got the canary. His grip on my waist tightens.

“Do I have permission to help you?”

I nod feverishly, my breaths coming stilted and uneven as my toes curl.

Camden lifts me from my hips, shifting me up and down his cock like I’m his toy. The pulsing veins of his cock feel unbelievable against my sensitive walls.

“Touch yourself,” Camden says in a whisper. “I want you to come again before I knot you.”

But his knot is already swollen even bigger than it was a minute ago. “It’s t-too big,” I splutter as he continues using me to fuck himself in a way that has me mewling.

“You can take me, sweetheart. Trust me.”

Camden watches greedily, his pupils growing black as I slip my fingers onto my slick-soaked clit. My whole body feels raw and sensitive and even that simple touch has me throwing my head back as his cock continues its slow assault.

The lightest brushes of my fingertips make me cry out with pleasure. The heat inside me winds up and I feel my core tighten.

“That’s it,” Camden growls. “You’re so close. Come for me, Brooklyn.”

My finger moves faster, and tears stream down my face as he thrusts his hips upward, using his grip on my hips to pull me onto him. His knot presses into me, and I choke on the air in my lungs at the explosion of sensation. Pain and pleasure and pure, pure relief as an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had alone rips through my body, leaving a devastation so absolute in its wake that I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again.

Camden roars as hot pulses of his seed fill me up.

I collapse on top of him, his knot settled deep inside me. We breathe heavily as we come down from the high together. His hard knot keeps him locked inside me. We’ll have to wait to separate, and I realize I don’t mind that one bit.

I curl into Camden’s chest, his clean, sea salt scent surrounding me. A strange, low sound starts, coming from his chest. I realize he’s actually purring. It vibrates through my body, making my tense muscles languid and relaxed.

He gently strokes my hair as we lie together. His fingers occasionally catch in the knots in the back, and I feel a moment of embarrassment for not taking better care of my hair. I force myself to let it go—out here, I had more important things to do than brushing my hair.

“Are you okay?” I can feel the rumble of Camden’s voice as he asks.

I stay silent, because I can’t bear to tell him the truth.

No. I’m very much not okay.

It’s nothing Cam did. He was nothing but sweet and gentle with me, attentive to the point that I almost wished he’d been a little rougher with me. I’m no fragile creature—I had to be tough to survive. Even as he fucked me, a part of me wanted to beg him to do it harder. To grab me and dominate me, like I was some plaything for him to enjoy.

It’s a messed-up thing to want. Here I am, with the kindest Alpha I could ever hope for, who made me come again and again. What’s wrong with me that I wish he’d be more brutal? It makes me wonder whether Grayson didn’t attack me out of nowhere. Maybe I did something to encourage him. Maybe I’ve been denying that part of me wanted him to knot me. It makes me sick to even think, but what if it’s true?

Camden doesn’t deserve to hear that. Not when he was so kind. I wish more Alphas could be like him—generous, funny, and sensitive. He actually wanted to take care of me. How many Omegas can say they spent their heat with a man like him?

So I say nothing.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Camden asks again. He won’t let it go, so I decide to distract him.

“Tell me about yourself,” I murmur.

He chuckles. “Okay, what do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything.” It’s been so long since I’ve heard someone else’s voice directed at me, and I forgot how much I missed it. Even as I want to run from these Alphas, another part of me is helplessly drawn toward them. It’s not just my heat, I think—it’s them. They make me miss companionship. Miss someone else’s touch.

“I got lost in the woods once, too,” Camden says. I blink up at him in surprise. I thought he might tell me about his sisters or his job or something, but he’s clearly got a story in mind.

“It was on a school trip to Water Gap National Park,” he explains. “I was 10, and it was my first time traveling without my sisters. I was so pumped. Back then, I didn’t really know what nature was. I knew parks and backyards, but that’s about it. The teachers told us to stay on the path, but I didn’t take them seriously. I saw a wild turkey, and I guess I thought it would be funny if I followed it. Next thing I knew, everyone was gone, and I had no idea where the path was.

“I had zero survival skills. Didn’t know how to navigate or hunt, no idea what I was supposed to eat. So I just wandered around that first day, trying to find someone. Eventually I got tired out and went to sleep under a tree. The next day, I knew I had to come up with a plan. I was so hungry, but I remembered from books that it’s hard to know what mushrooms and berries are poisonous. Then I remembered hearing that it was safe to eat worms.”

My eyes widen, and some strange noise escapes me. It takes me a second to recognize it as a laugh. I haven’t laughed in so long, and the sound is rusty and short.

Camden grins down at me, that crooked smile making my heart pound faster.

“I promised myself I’d figure out how to make you laugh. That makes eating all those worms worth it. Yes, I really survived on worms. It was pretty gross, but hey, I did what I had to do. They eventually found me after three days out there. You’d think the whole thing would make me never wanna go outside again, but all it did was make me want to learn how to survive. I wanted to know what plants I could scavenge, and how to make a shelter. My teen years, I was practically obsessed with surviving outdoors.”

Listening to him talk, I remember all my walks in Olympic with my parents. I took it for granted that they knew about berries and mushrooms and starting fires. Really, they gave me a rare gift. The things they taught me were more valuable than I ever knew.

The forest is full of treasures, only people like Cam and I can see. It makes me want to hold him even tighter. Inside me, I can feel his knot starting to soften, and I realize I could move if I really wanted to. But I wait. I want to hear how his story ends.

“I started challenging myself to see how long I could make it outside. I beat my three day record pretty quickly. When I didn’t have school, I’d go out for weeks at a time. Eventually, when I was 21, I went on this TV show where they drop people in the wilderness and watch them try to stay alive. I won—thirteen weeks.”

He sounds so proud of himself, but he forgot one thing.

“No, I win,” I whisper.

His loud laugh warms my heart. “Yeah, sweetpea, you beat me. What is it, thirteen months? It’s fine. I’ll give you my title. You’re the Ultimate Survivor.”

Camden’s knot finally slips out of my body. Now, neither of us can deny that there’s a world outside. My fever has finally lowered, but it’s not gone.