Chapter 19
B eing under the same roof as Serath was harder than I expected. Knowing he was only a couple of floors down, knowing I could simply head out of my room and take the stairs down to him was a simmering temptation in my lower abdomen.
He hadn’t returned by the time we finished dessert and Selas had walked me back to our floor with instructions to stay on it.
They weren’t taking any chances, and I was glad they were keeping watch because, honestly, I didn’t trust myself when it came to my mate.
Back at the dorms, I’d have fallen asleep by now, but tonight, sleep eluded me.
After an hour of staring at the ceiling.
I shoved my feet into slippers and headed into the lounge.
Serath was two floors below, so that was a no-go, but I could go up.
The observatory watchtower was supposed to have an amazing view.
I entered the moonlit space silently and froze at the sight of the large figure silhouetted by the windows.
Even in the gloom, it was impossible for me not to recognize my mate. My feet took me a couple of steps toward him before I regained control.
His shoulders rose and fell as if he was taking a deep breath. Was he inhaling my scent? “It’s all right, Cam. Willowman reinforced my anklet.”
An invitation. I wanted to take it. “You might have an anklet, but I don’t.”
“Are you afraid you’ll throw yourself at me?”
“Yes.”
He let out a soft groan, and the air spiked with his scent.
My throat went dry, my pussy clenching.
“Maybe you should go.” His tone was low and gruff.
“Right.” I needed to leave this room. This unbuffered space where it was just him and me and the primal call of whatever mystical shit lived in our blood.
I crossed the room toward him instead.
“Cam…” He turned his head, offering me his beautiful profile. Straight nose, hard jaw, and those lips. Those full, luscious—
I stopped a couple of feet from him, chest heaving like I’d done a sprint. “This is insane.”
He turned to face me in the moonlight, pale eyes darkening as they swept over me. His hands curled to fists, his breath coming short and shallow as he finally locked gazes with me.
A jolt passed through me—our connection, strong and steady, even though we were denying it.
“Being alone is dangerous.” His nostrils flared. “I can smell your arousal. Your need.”
And I could smell him—a thick, cloying scent that was his arousal. The pulse between my thighs beat hard and deep. I was wet for him, and he hadn’t even touched me.
“I should go.” My tone held a plea.
He reached up to tentatively cup my cheek. “ Hmmmm …” He swept his thumb over my bottom lip, then pressed down slightly, parting my mouth.
I tasted him, salty and callused, licked the tip of his thumb, then closed my mouth around it, drawing it in and suckling.
“Fuck.” He tried to pull free, but I gripped his wrist, locked gazes with him, and slowly, carefully withdrew his thumb from my mouth.
“Cam…” His chest heaved.
But I was hungry for him. Desperate to taste him like he’d tasted me that night on the tower. I took a step forward, and he took one back.
“Cam, you need to go before I lose control.”
“You have the cuff.” My voice was deeper now. “I just need a taste.” I pressed my hand to his chest and ran it down slowly to cup his crotch. Fuck, he was huge and hard. “Serath, please.” I rubbed and squeezed.
His eyes rolled back as he angled his hips, pushing his cock into my hand. “Cam…I can’t. We fucking can’t.”
“You want someone else to have this?” I squeezed again, and he groaned. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to my crotch, to the sleep shorts that burned with heat. “Do you want someone else to have this?”
His eyes snapped open, burning with possessive heat, the signature of his beast. “Mine.”
“Yes!” my beast growled.
I pushed against his fingers, opening my thighs so he could touch me through the wet fabric of my pants. Fuck, his fingers were so thick. I stroked him, rubbing the ridged length of cock and pushing down on the head through his lastonflex to elicit delicious moans and pants.
I’d wanted to taste him, but this…fuck this had to happen now. We leaned against each other, chasing our climax.
“Need to feel you…” His deep voice rumbled against my senses.
My beast pressed against my skin, stronger than ever before. “Yes.”
He adjusted his grip to push his hand into my panties, cupping my throbbing pussy with his palm.
“Need it.” My voice was thick with desire.
“Take it.” His thick fingers parted my swollen flesh, the abrasion of his callused digits firing sensations through me that fucked with my sanity. My knees buckled, but he caught me. He pressed his thumb to my clit and entered me with two fingers, curling deep to hit the magic spot.
Stars filled my head as my body convulsed, releasing the orgasm it had been holding for what felt like forever.
I bit down on his bicep to stifle my cry, hot juices spilling all over his hand, thighs trembling with the force of my climax.
“Cam…” He nuzzled my ear, his lips ghosting across my cheek toward my mouth. “My Cam…”
Our mouths met in soft, needy kisses that tasted of mint and coffee.
His fingers pumped inside me, mimicking the act we so desperately wanted. I came again, sobbing into his mouth at the almost painful release.
I needed to give him this too. Needed him to have the same release.
I lifted myself off his hand, thighs quivering and wet, and began to peel down his lastonflex.
He leaned back against the window ledge, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean of my cum.
My pussy throbbed, because fuck, that was hot.
The lastonflex snagged on his arousal, and I worked him free.
Oh gods…he was epic—thick, long and ridged, the head slick and glistening with precum.
I gripped him, fingers unable to wrap all the way around him.
He swelled even more, jerking in my hand, begging for release.
There was no way I’d be able to take it all in my pussy, let alone my mouth, but I needed this. I needed to make him come.
I kept my gaze locked with his as I knelt and wrapped my lips around him. Flavor exploded on my tongue, salty like caramel.
His moan edged on a growl as his fingers sank into my hair, holding me to him as I worked him.
He pulsed as I took him as deep as I could.
“Cam…Fuck.” He tried to push me off, but I took him deeper. “Fuck!” He came hard and hot, and I swallowed every drop, greedy for the taste of him.
We remained locked for long seconds, his hands flexing in my hair, his hips rolling as the orgasm trailed off. He stroked my cheek and carefully drew himself out of my mouth with a soft pop.
I licked my lips, heart aching with loss as he tucked himself away.
“Oh, Cameron…”
Was that regret in his tone?
Ice pricked at my senses as the beast retreated.
He steered me to my feet, the husky pale irises of his eyes almost silver in the moonlight as they tracked lovingly over my face, but a moment later, those beautiful eyes were filled with pain.
He dropped his forehead to mine. “This was a mistake.”
His words hurt even though I knew he was referring to our lapse in judgment, not the beauty of what had happened. “We’ll do better.”
He rolled his forehead against mine “We can’t be alone together.” He pulled away, his large hands settling on my shoulders. “We can never be alone together. We might be able to fight the bond, but our beasts don’t want to. They can’t. To them, the bond is everything and must be consummated.”
He was right. I’d felt the surge a moment ago. The demand from the beast within to claim. To take and own. To seal the bond. Yes…he was right: being alone together was tempting fate.
I stepped away from him, and the distance between us opened like a wound.
“Go.” His voice was gruff and broken. “Go before I stop you from leaving.”
This time, my feet listened to my command.
I turned and ran.