Chapter 13 #3
“Yes,” Emory growled and, with more grace than any land shifter should have, pulled them both up and out of the water.
He kicked the plug out of the drain with his foot and helped Cameron out of the bath before practically dragging him towards the bed.
Cameron laughed happily as he dove under the covers.
Emory growled, diving in after him. “Cameron…I want you so bad,” Emory said as he peered down at Cameron in their little den of sheets.
“I want you, too. I–... I’m sorry I haven’t been in the mood, it’s just–”
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 and brown, 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–”
“We just 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 was theirs, 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 that wonderful 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.
He collapsed onto Cameron but pulled out quickly enough that his knot didn’t inflate. Still, they lay there sated and slightly sticky for several minutes, almost like they were locked together anyway.
“We should probably rinse off. My lion might not come out if I’m a mess,” Emory said.
Cameron wasn’t sure that was true. Emory’s lion energy was practically suffocating him. It was flowing out of Emory in wave after wave, and his octopus was swimming in it. Deciding not to risk it, they snuggled for another minute or so before trooping into the shower to rinse off.
They ended up in the living room, and Emory moved the coffee table off to the side, next to the windows. Cameron had put on his discarded panties and nothing else, because the way his octopus was acting, he had a feeling he might be shifting again tonight.
While he waited, he curled his feet under him and snuggled into the throw blanket he’d brought over from his house.
It livened up the room and was nice to snuggle in when Emory was on a late-night call.
He’d also seen Emory, or probably his lion, sniffing the blanket when he thought Cameron wasn’t looking.
Cameron was looking now for sure. He stared in fascination as Emory walked in a tight circle on the carpet, presumably scoping out the perfect place to shift. Cameron had seen cats do this in their beds, and he found the sight of his six-foot alpha doing it absolutely adorable.
That is, until Emory’s mane lengthened, a tail formed right at the base of his spine, and his claws extended.
There was nothing adorable about him as he turned to look at Cameron over his shoulder.
His eyes glowed with an alpha dominance Cameron rarely got to see.
His octopus wanted them to roll over and submit, but before he could move, Emory bent forward, his spine curving as his shoulders broadened and golden fur sprouted at his neck and ran down his back.
Cameron tried not to blink, but one second, he was watching Emory shift, and the next, he was staring at a lion.
“Emory,” Cameron breathed, and the lion made a huffing noise deep in his chest. Cameron stood up, moving slowly so as not to spook the large animal. In return, the lion moved even slower, placing one paw deliberately next to the other one at a time until he was turned around, fully facing Cameron.
Cameron’s instincts were firing in every direction.
There was no questioning the absolute power and strength of this majestic creature.
Yet, there wasn’t an ounce of fear in Cameron.
He took a step forward, and the lion flicked his tail.
He took another step, and the lion licked his chops.
Cameron quivered, but not enough to stop his advance.
As he took another step, something glinted in the lion’s eyes, and Cameron swore he could see Emory’s face in the curve of the lion’s muzzle and the sparkle in his eyes.
He took one last step, and the lion–his lion–tackled him to the ground. He landed with a soft oof on the plush carpet, and the lion placed his huge paws on each of Cameron’s shoulders and bent his head to lick Cameron’s entire face.
“Emory!” Cameron shrieked, and the lion licked him again. And again. Then he began licking Cameron’s wet hair.
“Ewwwww,” Cameron whined, even though he was secretly loving every moment of the impromptu bath.