Chapter 29
Ronan
Raw energy thrums in my veins, leftover from the fight. Adrenaline throbs through my muscles, making them burn as I carry Cameron into a random tent. Water sluices off our bodies as the rain drums a relentless rhythm against the canvas, and I swing him off my shoulder and place him onto the cot.
His cock pushes out from the hole in his ripped pants, heavy eyes hooded as he watches me undress him. I slide off his shoes and they land somewhere with a thud before I clutch the leather of his pants. He whimpers as I tear them, shredding the hide with my claws and tossing them aside.
I make quick work of my boots and clothes as I kneel between his legs. My arms hook under his knees, loving the way his breath hitches as I push them forward, spreading him open.
“Do you feel how wet you make me? How fucking desperate I am just to have a single taste of you?” Cock slick with my arousal, I rock against him, leaving a slippery trail between his cheeks as I cover him in my scent.
My hips pull back as I grip myself, rubbing my leaking dick over the velvety circle of skin that flutters in response to my teasing. “Come on, Ro, please fuck me,” he whimpers as I lube him, and my self-control is held by nothing more than a threadbare strand. Another flex, and his body draws me in as his hole squeezes around the tip of my cock.
I can almost hear the snap of my restraint.
“Please, please, ple— oh !” he shouts as I drive forward, breaching him in a single push as he clenches, instincts fighting the invasion. Hot, tight warmth surrounds me as my head snaps up towards the ceiling.
A few seconds pass as I let him adjust, enjoying the perfect way we fit together.
My hips rock, sinking deeper with every small thrust as his body flexes against the fullness, squeezing around me in pulses as it yields. A heavy surge of my slick lubes him from the inside as he releases a chorus of moans.
“That’s it, you can take it.” Another few inches disappear inside him, his fingers fisting the sheets until his knuckles turn white. The tight grip of his body makes my eyes roll up into my head. “You were made to be mine, mo’sziv, weren’t you? That pretty little hole was meant for taking me. Tell me how much you want it.”
“More, I need more,” he moans, and I withdraw until I’m barely inside him before I give him what he’s asking for. My hips drive forward with a filthy wet sound as he calls out, back arching off the bed. Fiery desperation burns under my skin as my heightened senses detect every flex of his muscles and needy, whining noise he makes. Electric sensations blast through my veins at the slick slide of my cock against his tight walls, driving deeper with each thrust.
His thighs press into his torso as I pitch forward, the cot squeaking in the cadence of my thrusts. Fingers dig into the back of my neck as he pulls my forehead to his, encouraging me further. Our eyes lock, a thousand words passing between us.
“Say it,” I mutter, and we both groan as I sink deeper, my knot straining against his already stretched muscles. Pinned to the bed, his hips jerk as he tries to thrust against me. “ Say it ,” I growl, flashing my fangs at him.
“Why don’t you make me?” he taunts, threading his fingers through my hair and yanking, and the jolt of pain only makes a smile spread. “Big, tough monster, are you just going to sit back and ask nicely?”
A low, deep chuckle leaves me as I thrust harder, each swing of my hips deliberate. “You need me to make you?” I ask, sliding my knees under his ass and tilting his hips as I sink into his heat again. Cameron bites his lips as I stretch him further, rocking against him as his body opens for me.
He shouts as I pull all the way out, and I watch how he flexes, begging me with his body until I know he wants more. Wants to be full again. Wants to be claimed. “Fucking perfect,” I mutter as I thrust back inside, obsessed with every twitch of his abs and scrunch of his face. “Even if you are fucking stubborn.”
“You… love it…” he pants as I slow my pace, his cock leaking against his stomach.
“You’re going to tell me what I want to hear before we’re done. ”
“Aww, finished so soon? I thought you said you’d make this last all night—” His words are cut off with a grunt as I drive forward. Head digging into the thin mattress, his mouth falls open with broken pants as I work myself deeper, my knot aching with the stretch of his hole.
“When you’re full of me, you’ll say whatever I tell you to, won’t you? Belly swimming with my cum, and you’ll still be desperate for more.” The tendons in his neck stand out taut as he clenches his teeth, gasping for a few breaths, but I don’t relent. Droplets bead on my forehead, rain or sweat, as I grip his hips and thrust forward, forcing him to accept me.
Twice his size, our difference in bulk has never been more noticeable than it is now, as my body blankets his. I pin his thighs against his stomach, scraping my fangs along his neck. “Beg for it,” I growl in his ear as I nip at the lobe.
“Please,” he whimpers, trembling.
“Not good enough.” I pull the skin of his throat between my lips, sucking so hard I leave a mark. “Good boys beg for what they want.”
“Give me all of you… everything. Use me until you’re done with me. Whatever you want to do with me, do it. Take it.”
“Anything I want? That’s a dangerous request to make of a monster.” A slick, wet sound echoes over the rain as I withdraw and thrust into him a few times, and I can tell he’s loose and open.
Ready.
“Fuck me… claim me,” he moans, fingernails carving into my skin hard enough to leave angry marks. “Fill me with your knot… breed me, mo’sziv. Make me yours.” Needy, wailing shouts fly from his lips as I drive forward. Tear s spill down his pretty, flushed cheeks as I give a final push inside him, his hole closing around the base of my knot as he takes all of me.
My soul shatters into shards and remakes itself in that moment, weaving with his as I feel truly whole for the first time in my life.
Full, and complete, and right .
The sound that leaves my throat is a howl, more animal than human, as I lock my hips. Pure, carnal energy fires through my veins as my cock pulses, filling him with my cum.
My monster purrs .
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck !” His muscles spasm around me as he claws at my back, at the sheets… scrambling to find anything he can hold. “Fuck, I’m… I’m coming but it’s… it’s inside ,” he groans, lifting off the bed to look at his cock in between us, so hard the head flushes into shades of red.
“That’s because when you stop using that mouth to fight me, you know how to be a good boy.” Instincts taking over, I flip him to his stomach and fuck him harder, the bed groaning under our weight. Fully seated inside him, there’s no room to thrust, but I jerk my hips forward, rutting into him as the tight squeeze of his body pulses around me.
My claws sink into the mattress, shredding the fabric as he whines.
Canopied over him, I bite his shoulders and neck, leaving a trail of marks along his skin as I fuck him faster. “Are you ready to tell me what I want to hear?” I ask, and he shakes his head even as he begs for more.
A breathy laugh leaves me as I climb to my knees, yanking his hips up and grabbing his wrists, pulling them behind his back. Chest flat against the bed, I use his arms as leverage as he arches his spine, offering himself to me.
Every seam that binds me together is pulled taut, screaming as the tension inside me threatens to rip me apart. “You’re going to be so beautiful when that belly is swollen full of me, my Cameron.” Each drive of my hips ripples through his body, the muscles in his back and shoulders tensing as I hit that sweet spot.
“Fuck… oh, fuck, right there, Ro… yes… please…” A stream of nonsense pours from his mouth as his body spasms beneath me. “Fuck, it’s… I’m coming again,” he sobs, and I slam forward, tossing my head in a roar as I empty inside him for the second time.
Cameron is a writhing mess underneath me, shaking his head and rubbing his cheek against the sheet, his glasses adorably askew on his face. “You look so perfect ruined for me,” I murmur, leaning over him and pressing kisses against the bite marks that speckle his shoulders.
“You gotta let me come,” he whines, his voice slurring as though he’s drunk.
“Am I not making you feel good?” More bites along his skin, then soothing passes of my tongue and lips over the top of them.
“It’s too much, Ro… too much. I’m so hard it hurts.”
“You know how to get what you need. Tell me .” He finds that last bit of fire left inside him as he glares at me over his shoulder, and I grin as I bite harder on his golden skin, a single drop of blood painting my tongue. My arms encircle his torso as I lift him until we’re both kneeling, his back against my chest. His cock is flushed, jutting from his body, and the lightest brush of my fingers along his length makes him tremble.
I maneuver us until I’m lying on the bed with him straddling my waist. “That was really complicated,” he mutters, and I huff a laugh as I grip his waist and encourage him to ride me.
The underside of his cock rubs against my abdomen, and he gasps as his hips jerk forward. “Pretty mate… you make such perfect noises,” I purr as I drag my hands across his skin. Back arching, he moans when my thumbs swipe over his nipples. He builds a rhythm, rocking on top of me with more confidence.
My hand travels lower, swiping over his thin stomach. “Does my sweet boy want to be bred again?”
One swollen lip trapped between his teeth, he nods and rides me faster. Enraptured, I watch as his lithe body moves over mine. He’s so desperate to come he’s lost all his inhibitions, grinding on top of me as he chases his release. My hand pins his cock against my stomach as he releases another pitiful wail, thrusting through the tunnel of my fingers.
“Ronan?” Palms landing on either side of my head, his voice punches out in breathless gasps. His rhythm falters, eyes squeezing closed. “I fucking love you.”
“I know you do, my heart. Now let it go, okay? I’ve got you.” Eyes still clamped shut, he gives a jerky nod as his mouth falls open. A few tense, shaky thrusts are all it takes before he calls out, his cock drumming against my fingers. His release shoots over my stomach, forming a creamy river that darts between my abs and over the side of my body. The pulsing contractions make me shudder, and a throaty groan spills out of my throat as I come again, pouring more of myself into him.
Skin dewy with sweat, he sags over me as he pants, and my fingers run up and down his spine as he comes down off his high. “You rest until you’re ready for more,” I whisper as I dot kisses over his forehead.
“M-more?” he asks, blinking his sleepy eyes open wide and staring at me.
A smirk tugs on my mouth as I catch his lips in a kiss. “I never said I was done with you, mo’sziv.”