Chapter 34 – CAMILLE
CAMILLE
The leather is soft against my skin as I tighten the buckle, testing the weight. I have to stretch to reach the wall ring, going up on my toes to attach it. Maybe I use the opportunity to arch my back and push my ass back, giving him plenty of opportunity to enjoy the view I’m presenting him.
When I turn back around, the hunger in his eyes is unmistakable.
"You keep saying you'll hurt me. That you can't control yourself around me. But I don’t believe you, and this is my chance to prove you wrong."
As the first cuff clicks shut, Jax’s eyes glow even brighter.
"Camille, no." He starts forward again, making it two steps before slamming himself back against the door, hard. "This isn't... You can't..."
The second restraint takes more work, my already-bound hand making it awkward, but I manage, the final click echoing in the small room. I turn to face him fully, arms spread by the chains, weight pulling at my shoulders.
I’ve no way out.
I’m completely vulnerable, and completely certain.
"I'm yours, Jax. Your mate." The words hang between us, simple and true. "Do with me as you please."
The silence stretches, broken only by his harsh breathing as he stares at me in stunned disbelief.
I watch the war play out across his face, wolf and man fighting for control. His chest rises and falls like he's been running again, sweat beading on his skin despite the cool basement air.
"You trust me that much?" The question is barely audible and scrapes raw from his throat as he slowly pushes off the wall.
"I trust you completely." I let him see everything in my eyes, no walls, and no hesitation. "The real question is, whether you trust yourself."
He takes one step forward, then another, each movement careful. When he reaches me, he stops just out of touching distance. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin and smell the forest on him.
"I could mark you right now." His voice has gone deep, rough, more growl than words. His eyes track down my throat, lingering where my neck meets shoulder. "Could claim you before you could stop me. You've made yourself helpless."
His utter disbelief is clear.
"Have I?" I say with mock innocence, and meet his gaze steadily, not even flinching from the intensity there.
His fingers find my hip, trailing gently over the sensitive flesh, and I shiver as heat immediately pools between my thighs. “Or maybe, I just need my mate to show me he wants me.”
Something breaks in his expression then.
He crashes into me, the impact driving me back against the wall. His mouth claims mine desperately, hungrily, like a drowning man finding air. His hands frame my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones with surprising gentleness, even as his body pins me in place.
The concrete is rough against my back, cold and unforgiving. But all I can focus on is the heat of him, and the way he shakes with need and restraint combined.
"You're reckless," he mutters against my lips, pulling back just enough to speak. His forehead rests against mine now, our breath mingling. "Completely fucking out of your mind to trust me like this."
I tug against the restraints, desperate to dig my nails into his hair and pull him closer again.
"Probably." I arch into him as much as the chains will allow, metal clinking with the movement. The sound makes him shudder. "But here we are, your mate begging you to take her. So, what are you going to do about it?"
He pulls back further, eyes searching mine. His pupils are still blown wide, but there's more focus now, more him than wolf. What he finds in my face, utter seriousness, makes him groan, low and pained. His forehead drops to my shoulder, and his lips brush the sensitive skin there.
"I should unchain you. Should..." His words trail off as his mouth finds my throat, right where a mate mark would go. His teeth graze the spot, not breaking skin, but testing. "Fuck, you smell so good."
A nip, still not a mark, but harder, the stinging pain enough to make me gasp.
“Mine. All fucking mine.”
My whole body shivers at the contact, at the pure possessiveness in his voice.
He tests again, teeth applying just enough pressure to make me gasp again. His tongue soothes the spot immediately after. And when he speaks again, his lips move against my pulse, making me feel each word.
"I'll never let you go." His wolf is pushing forward, driving his thoughts now. “No man will have you again. Kiss you. Taste you. Smell your desire. Feel you.”
He trails his index finger over my entrance now, and up my slit, dragging my juices over my clit as he teases it with the lightest of touches.
“Yes,” I whimper, fully on board with all of this. “All yours.”
I shift against the restraints, testing their hold. The leather has warmed against my skin, but the metal still bites cold. Hooking one leg around his thigh, I encourage him closer, needing to feel his weight against me.
He lifts his head, meeting my eyes again but stubbornly staying too far away for my liking. His thumb traces my jawline, the touch, feather light as he looms over me with one forearm resting on the wall beside my head.
"There's no going back." His hand slides into my hair, fingers tangling in the strands.
"You'll be stuck with me. I’m not going to mark you…
" When I growl and go to cut him off, he tugs on my hair sharply, angling my head back. “Yet. But if we do this, I’ll never let you go. There can never be another for either of us, as long as there is breath in my body.”
Nodding enthusiastically, I readily agree. “Fine by me.” I lean into his touch as much as the restraints will allow. "I know exactly what I'm signing up for. I want this for as long as we can have it.”
I know it’s going to be forever, that the bond will steady his wolf and ease the anxiety he constantly feels, and soon, he will too. Nobody is going to take him from me. But I let him pretend this might just be temporary, if that’s what he needs to do.
Jax’s hand tightens in my hair, not painful, but possessive, and I can see the muscles in his arm tremble with restraint. "This is a bad idea.”
“All the good stories start out that way.”
That does it. The last wall crumbles.
When he kisses me again, it's different.
No more desperation, no more doubt. This is decisive.
His body presses closer, skin to skin, and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest as his mouth returns to my throat with purpose.
He nuzzles the spot first, breathing me in, and I feel him centre himself in the moment.
His teeth graze the spot where a mark would go, pressure building until I go still, barely able to breathe with anticipation. But he doesn't break skin. Instead, he presses one finger deep inside me, then another.
“Jax.” I moan, cursing the restraints as the need to touch him is so strong, I want to weep.
He works me higher, pushing his fingers in and out, faster and harder, curling his fingers to hit that sensitive spot deep inside, driving me into a frenzy. I’m just about to break, to shatter on his hands, when he steps back, withdrawing his hand, leaving me bereft.
“No.” I cry in exasperation, while he stands there, muscles in his chest and abs gleaming with perspiration, his thick, hard cock, standing to attention, begging me to wrap my mouth around it.
I lick my lips, hungry for him, and growl in frustration as he fists himself, stroking up and down, eyes locked on mine, while I fight with the cuffs I once thought were a good idea.
“I was so close,” I whisper pitifully. “Please.”
Jax shakes his head, his dark hair shimmering as he swipes a bead of pre-cum from the slit and steps forward, offering it to me on his thumb.
Like a starving woman, I suck it off immediately, and he groans in satisfaction as I run my tongue around the digit before pulling back with a loud pop.
“Please,” I repeat, pressing my thighs together, squirming to get some friction, anything to push me over the edge that’s just painfully out of reach.
“Nuh-uh,” he chastises, pulling my legs apart to stop me from getting any relief. When I mewl pitifully, he leans closer, his hot breath tickling my cheek as he speaks, and lips brushing my ear with each word, sending tingles straight to my core.
“You’ll come on my cock, when I allow you to, or you won’t come at all.”