Chapter 9 #3
“No, no, definitely not tonight. Let’s keep everything very vanilla. No mating bites, but how do you feel about nipping or scratching with human teeth and nails?”
“A little of both is okay, but I’m not really into pain—” Cameron cut off with a groan as Emory licked a stripe from Cameron’s base to tip.
“Neither am I,” Emory murmured, his breath ghosting across Cameron’s wet tip. “I love being hugged, squeezed, and grabbed, but prefer no scratching or biting.”
“Okay,” Cameron panted as Emory swirled his tongue around Cameron’s tip.
“I will try to keep my claws away, but if they come out, I’ll put them in my pillows or bed. No scratching?” Emory confirmed.
Cameron nodded, eyeing Emory’s hands, which were clutching his legs. Thomas had clawed him once or twice by accident, and that had been quite enough for Cameron to figure out he wasn’t into it.
“Okay, beautiful. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Cameron took a deep breath before smiling up at his alpha. “I’m ready.”
“You’re perfect,” Emory whispered as he bent forward at the waist, bringing his cock—which was indeed quite large—in line with Cameron’s hole. “I’m going to try to make this a good experience for you.”
“It will be,” Cameron promised as he moved his arms out to the side and collapsed onto his back. This tilted his pelvis at the perfect angle, so when Emory pressed forward, he sank almost the entire way in with just one thrust.
Emory let out a primal roar, and his eyes bled completely to amber.
He stared down at Cameron with a mixture of lust and surprise.
Cameron had no idea what his own face was doing.
Emory felt massive inside him. The stretch was much closer to a burn than he remembered, but as Emory’s cock rubbed against his walls, it pressed up against that place deep inside him that made him want to scream.
He wasn’t sure if that would be welcome, though, so he tried to channel everything he was feeling into a soft moan. Emory, on the other hand, was letting out primal, euphoric noises as he bottomed out, pressing his muscled hips up against Cameron’s skinny ass.
“Emory,” Cameron gasped, biting down on his lips to contain the stream of curses and pleas he wanted to let loose. His octopus was twirling in joy at finally taking this step with their fated mate.
“Cameron,” Emory groaned, and then he pushed down on Cameron’s legs while slamming his hips forward.
“Oh gods—“
“Yesss,” Emory growled, and he pulled out and thrust back in, hard.
“Emory!” Cameron shouted in surprise, biting into his lower lip to try to hold it all in.
“I’ve got you,” Emory said, bearing down harder, nearly bending Cameron in half. Thankfully, this kept him from taking more than shallow breaths, so he didn’t have to worry anymore about screaming or making a scene.
He still didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he left them fisted in the sheets.
His legs were being held wide open by Emory’s brutal grip, and even though he’d said he didn’t like pain, the idea of wearing bruises shaped like Emory’s fingers was surprisingly appealing to him–or was it his octopus who wanted to be marked and claimed?
As Emory adopted a steady rhythm, his eyes flashed between amber and brown. Cameron tried to study Emory’s expressions, to make sure he was feeling good, but as Emory started to thrust with increasing force, Cameron’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“You feel so good, Cameron.”
“Oooh, please,” he whispered, letting his instincts loll his head to the side. They had already discussed not mating, but his octopus didn’t care. He rolled over on his belly and forced Cameron to bare his neck for his alpha.
Emory clearly noticed because his growls became almost feral.
Cameron was starting to feel a little feral himself.
He didn’t know he could be stretched so far and still feel so empty between every thrust. Each time Emory pulled out, it made Cameron want to cry.
The moment when their hips met, and Emory was buried deep inside him, was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
He began to tremble and whispered plaintively, “Please, please…don’t stop. ”
“I don’t know if I could stop…even if I wanted to,” Emory panted, groaning every time their hips slapped together.
Usually, the sounds that came with sex—the squishing and squelching and skin slapping on skin—made Cameron uncomfortable.
Right now, he found himself getting lost in the rhythm and melody they were creating.
Emory’s bed creaked each time he thrust, and Cameron’s knees would give the occasional crack or pop when Emory pressed down.
It all sounded perfect, like there was no other way to have sex than to serenade each other with these sounds.
He wished he could add his own voice to the mix, to cry and scream the way he wanted to, but Thomas had shamed him one too many times for being too loud.
Cameron didn’t dare risk it their first time together.
He focused on Emory instead, watching as his brow creased in concentration and began to glisten with sweat.
He had the strange urge to lick the sweat off.
Instead, he licked his lips, catching Emory’s eye as he stared hungrily down at him.
Cameron did it once more, and Emory snarled, releasing his legs and lunging down to crash their mouths together.
The sharp change of angle had Emory slamming into Cameron’s spot with every thrust. It felt like the purest, sharpest form of pleasure, racing up his spine and threatening to black out his vision.
Cameron broke their kiss to let out a keening moan. Emory gave a low growl in response. It built in volume as he wrapped his arms under Cameron’s back to grip his shoulders.
“You can hold onto me,” Emory growled as he used his powerful arms to slam Cameron down on his cock.
Cameron was so grateful for the clear instructions he could have cried. He eagerly did as he was told and wrapped his arms around Emory’s back.
“I’ve got you,” Emory said in Cameron’s ear as he built them up to a mind-numbing rhythm, their bodies coming together over and over, each thrust driving Cameron closer and closer to the edge. Desperately, he remembered that he was supposed to make sure his alpha got off before him.
Unfortunately, that delicious happy trail Cameron had been eyeing earlier was rubbing perfectly against his leaking tip, and he found himself careening off the edge faster than he could stop.
“Em-Emory, I’m-I’m—” Cameron cried out as his parts pulsed and he clenched down on Emory’s massive dick.
Emory let out a guttural noise, and with a few more thrusts, he came as well. Cameron could feel it filling him up, and he did his best to go limp, relaxing his entrance to prepare for Emory’s knot.
It seemed Emory had other plans. He practically ripped himself away, dropping Cameron back onto the mattress as he fell back onto his ass on the other side of the bed.
The noises of the room settled from frantic sex to quiet gasps as they both fought to catch their breath.
Cameron pushed himself up onto his elbows again and watched as Emory shook and whined, softly grasping his dick and stroking from the top to the bottom in slow, precise movements.
It looked like a knot had begun to form at the bottom of Emory’s dick, and he was slowly coaxing it back down.
Rejection crashed over him, washing away all his post orgasmic bliss. “You…didn’t want to knot me?” Cameron asked.
Fear followed shortly behind rejection, wrapping Cameron in its icy grasp.
He’d always let Thomas knot him. For the most part, he enjoyed it, but he knew it was an essential part of rut.
He tried to repress a shiver, but his octopus wrapped himself up in his tentacles as they waited to see what their alpha would say.
Emory was still panting. His teeth and hands were human, but his eyes were rimmed amber around the irises.
“We—” Emory tried to say, but his eyes squeezed shut, and he made a soft, whining noise as his knot deflated.
When he opened his eyes again, they were the warm, inviting brown Cameron had first seen in the airport.
“We didn’t discuss knotting, and I would never knot you without your explicit consent. ”
All the bad feelings that had been crawling over Cameron’s skin dissipated. He was left feeling momentarily weightless, not held down by disappointment or fear.
He hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, he had almost caused his alpha’s knot to pop, and Emory had to physically pull himself away in some chivalrous attempt not to knot him without explicit consent.
Before he could stop himself—or his octopus?
Really, who even knew anymore—he was crawling forward towards Emory.
Emory shifted until he was resting with both of his hands behind himself, his legs splayed open, similar to how Cameron had been sitting before.
Cameron kept crawling until he was kneeling between Emory’s legs. “You can knot me. As long as you want to, I want you to.”
Emory studied him, his face revealing nothing of his thoughts except maybe a hint of trepidation.
“Before you can completely consent, I feel I should warn you. I’m sure you know that all shifters’ knots are different.
A wild lion’s knot has barbs in it that lock into their mate’s bodies, creating small tears that encourage fertility.
Thankfully, mine is nowhere near that violent, but it does have ridges that lock it in place… as if the size alone wasn’t enough.”
Cameron probably should have been intimidated. At face value, that did sound quite intimidating. And yet…
“I can take it. I want to take it. Please, Emory…I want to make you feel good.”