Chapter 38 #2
Normally, I wouldn’t give in, but I’m too eager to feel her wrapped around my cock again to argue. A sound similar to a growl rumbles out of me and my lips crash against hers as she fumbles with my jeans to free my dick.
I suck in a sharp breath as her nimble fingers wrap around my cock and give it a rough pump, her thumb teasing the crown and smearing pre-cum all over the head.
She lifts her hips for me so I can tug her pants and underwear down over her ass. They trap her legs together and the view of her slick-soaked thighs pressed together and the small thatch of ginger curls makes something short circuit in my brain.
I don’t bother undressing either of us more. She wants my dick now? She’ll get it now.
Camille gasps as I roll her over and move my body over hers so she’s pinned in place, flat on her stomach. This view is equally amazing, her thick ass presented for me and the heaven between her thighs barely more than a tempting sliver.
I spit in my palm and slick my length with it, then spread her apart as much as I can with her legs bound at the knees to notch my cock against her dripping slit.
“This what you wanted?” I ask, not giving her time to reply as I sink inside in one slow thrust.
“Oh, fuck, you feel huge, it’s…” Camille shudders as I lay my weight across her back, and scoop the hair off her neck so I can press my lips to her flushed skin as I ease my hips back and then thrust in again.
“How do I feel, gorgeous?” I prompt, voice rough from how fucking tight she is like this. Her pussy is choking my dick, spasming around me as I work myself inside her in slow, deep strokes.
“Fuck, Jackson,” she moans into the mattress.
Shit, this is too good. I miscalculated.
I’m going to come, and there’s no fucking way I’m doing that before she gets off. Camille’s my omega now, and I may not be an alpha who can sloppily knot her to push her over the edge, but I’m her beta. Her determined, devoted beta willing to do whatever it takes.
I pause to wedge a hand beneath her body, almost coming as I knead her plush belly for a few moments. Camille whines at me, unhappy that I’ve stopped moving, but she’s trapped so she can’t do anything about it.
When I find her clit with my fingers, she sighs, cheek turning so the side of her neck is presented to me. Her omega is begging me to bite her there. To claim her, even if I doubt Camille understands that’s what she’s doing.
I use that biological urge to my advantage, working my cock inside her again as I circle her clit and suck her throat.
“Oh god, that’s… fuck, Jackson, fuck.” Camille’s pussy clamps down hard against me and I scrape my teeth against her neck, nipping hard enough that it’ll leave a bruise.
Camille comes with a broken cry, trapped beneath me as I keep thrusting inside her until my vision whites out and my voice joins hers in a rough shout.
Heat sizzles up my spine and my dick jerks, pumping inside her tight channel over and over again until I’m so dizzy with pleasure I worry I might black out.
With the last shred of brainpower I have left, I ease out of Camille and roll us onto our sides so I don’t crush her with my dead weight.
We’re both quiet as we catch our breath.
Worry creeps into the edges of my mind with each passing second.
Pressing my lips to her shoulder and tasting the salt of her sweat mingled with mine, I let out a weak laugh. “Sorry, that wasn’t my best performance.”
Camille snorts and reaches back to smack my thigh.
“Ouch, what was that for?” I whine.
She takes my hand and wraps it around her waist so I’m holding her, letting out a contented sigh. “Relax. I’m not grading you on how well you fucked me. There’s no performance review at the end.”
“Oh.” My chest squeezes at how well Camille can see through my bullshit already. “Okay.”
I’m still tense, even as I try to do what she said. She didn’t deny that it wasn’t my best effort, and my perfectionist mind won’t let it go.
Camille sighs, rolling over to face me. “Do you want a performance review?”
I know I should say no, but I nod like the pathetic whore for external validation I am.
She chuckles and reaches up to cup my cheek. “You made me come so hard I almost passed out. You fucked me exactly how I wanted you to. I loved it. Five stars. Would do again.”
My cheeks burn as I smile against her palm. “Yeah?”
She must see that I’m not asking to get my ego stroked, because she doesn’t scoff or laugh.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine in a sweet, reassuring kiss.
There’s a small furrow between her brows when she pulls back, her eyes searching my face.
“Remember when you told me I’d have to deal with you thinking I’m sexy and beautiful? ”
I nod, lips twitching at her slightly annoyed tone.
“Well, you have to accept that me wanting you doesn’t hinge on how good you are in bed. I want you because I like all of you, Jackson. The mind-blowing sex is just an added perk.”
A lump forms in my throat. “Damn, Cami, way to read me for filth.”
She laughs and shrugs as best she can while lying on her side. “It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“Speaking of which… I think it’s time that I pay you back for our little game the other day.” I give her ass a rough squeeze. I know maybe I’m moving too fast, but I can’t stop the words from spilling out. “Will you spend the night with me?”
Camille’s eyes widen. “You mean like, sleep over?”
I play with one of her curls, wrapping it around my finger to distract myself from my nerves. “Yeah. I mean, we might not get a whole lot of sleep, but yeah.”
Her brow furrows and I want to smoothe away the line it creates with my thumb. “Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
She’s worried about River. “Everyone is cool with it, if you are. We want you here.”
“Alright…” She smiles softly. “Then I’ll stay. I didn’t bring anything with me, though.”
“Uh, don’t worry about it. We’ve got it covered.”
One of the first things Ambrose did after spending the night at Camille’s place was order all the same toiletries she had at her place.
Maybe that’s weird, but who cares? She’s ours and she deserves to feel as comfortable as possible in our home until the day she officially joins us and it becomes her home, too.
“Uh, what?”
I chuckle and sit up, reaching a hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
She gives me a bemused look, but tugs her clothes back in place as I tuck my dick back into my underwear.
“You’re so weird sometimes,” she mutters as I guide her out of my room and down the hallway toward the guest bathroom.
Camille’s eyes widen when I flick on the lights and she sees the setup we’ve put together for her. She blinks at it, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head, squeezing her hand. “Everything you need should be in here. There are some nightgowns and pjs in the linen closet, as well as some of our clothes, if you prefer them. Why don’t you get ready for bed while I go take Dolly out real quick?”
Camille nods, looking a bit dazed. “Uh, okay, sure.”
She’s clearly overwhelmed and I want to give her some space to think without me around making her feel pressured to stay. Plus, I want to give her some time to check out everything we got for her.
It’s a struggle not to rush through Dahlia’s bedtime routine.
She needs her meds, and it always takes a few minutes of her grumbling and not wanting to get up from her bed before I can coax her to go out and pee.
When we get back inside, I settle her back in her bed downstairs since it might be too weird to ask Camille if she’s cool with spending the night with a dog in the bed, too.
As I climb the stairs, there’s a dull surge of frustration and arousal through the bond from River. It makes my stomach do a strange flip, but I shake it off. Whatever is going on with him is not my business right now.
I head toward the guest bathroom, and when I round the corner, I find Camille, looking like a treat in a flowy blue nightgown that barely comes down to the tops of her thighs.
My dick twitches with interest as I approach, but she doesn’t look my way.
She’s staring at the door across from the bathroom, a flush blooming across her cheeks.
She’s staring at River’s room.
Something hot pulses inside me as I realize I’ve caught her listening in on them. Does she like what she hears?
I sneak up behind her and wrap my arm around her waist. She squeaks as I pull her back against my chest, and I let out a dark chuckle. “What are you up to, dirty girl?”
“N-nothing,” she whispers, eyes flicking back to the door like she’s worried it’ll open at any moment.
“Hmm, are you sure?” I slide my hand up her thigh toward her pussy and smile when I find her slick. “This tells a different story.”
Fuck, now I kinda want to listen to them, too. Stay here with Camille trapped against my chest and rub her clit while telling her she needs to be quiet so we don’t get caught. Being with her really brings out the voyeur in me.
Her breath hitches as my hand moves higher. “Jackson!”
The anxious bite in her tone is at odds with her arousal, but I back off, not wanting to embarrass or push her too far.
I pull away from her wet heat and guide her back toward my room with a hand on her shoulder. She glances back nervously at River’s room, a flash of discomfort appearing behind her eyes.
Shit, I shouldn’t have teased her.
I need to fix this.
When we get back inside my room, I shut the door.
Camille’s eyes won’t meet mine and she fidgets with the hem of her nightgown. “I know I shouldn’t—”
I cut her off with my lips on hers, worried that if I let her apologize for something pretty damn understandable, it’ll ruin the night.
She lets out a shuddering sigh, gripping my arms as she opens her mouth to let my tongue slick against hers until she’s gasping and kissing me back with equal fervor.
When our lips part, her eyes are shining with heat. “Jackson,” she whimpers, rubbing her cheek against my throat to scent mark me. Her omega must be in overdrive after hearing the alphas together, but not having them in here with her.
We won’t all be together tonight, but maybe one day. My lust rises to meet hers at the thought.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” I rasp. “I’ll take care of you.”