Chapter Forty-Five
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CAMRIEL WAS HAVING the best dream of his entire lengthy life. He was lying on a soft bed with his head on Victoria’s lap. She was stroking his face and her other hand was resting on his chest directly over his heart. His body responded to her nearness and the stroking stopped.
“You’ve got to be fudging kidding me,” his mate said incredulously. Her tone was biting enough for him to realize he wasn’t dreaming at all. He opened his eyes to see she was staring at his groin. “You almost bled out and died in my arms and now you’re sporting fudging wood?” she said accusingly.
“I can’t help it,” he said, snuggling against her muscular thighs in contentment. “Just being near you is enough to make me hard.”
“I do not need to hear this,” Jacquin muttered from his vigil near the door. “I’m going to get some fresh air, boss,” he added.
“I’m right behind you,” Amaros said, giving his warrior and the cambion some privacy.
“What time is it?” Cam asked. It had stopped raining, but his clothes were still damp.
“It’s just after dawn,” Victoria said, grabbing him by the jacket to haul him into a sitting position. Her strength was another thing that turned him on. Everything about her appealed to him. She didn’t have any flaws as far as he was concerned. “Stand up,” she ordered.
Cam did as he was told, waiting for her to rise to her feet first. He stood up, then yawned and stretched. His dong grew even harder when her fingertips brushed his stomach. She lifted his jacket and shirt and made a sound of amazement.
“There’s not even a fudging scar,” Victoria said, touching his skin to make sure.
“What happened last night?” Camriel asked as the battle returned to him. “Why did you freeze up like that?”
“It was Phul,” she said, frowning and taking a step back. “That mother fudger got into my head. He tried to force me to become bonded to him.”
His gut tightened in dread at that prospect. “Did he succeed?” he asked.
“I’m here with you, aren’t I?” she retorted. “If he’d fudging succeeded, I would have chopped your stupidly handsome head off.”
“You think I’m handsome?” he asked, shocked by the backhanded compliment.
“We need to bond with each other,” Vic said, shocking him even more. Her tone was grim rather than excited, which deflated his ego and his erection.
“You only want to bond with me so you can’t become Phul’s slave,” he said in a devastated tone.
“No, I want to become bonded to you so we can fudge each other’s brains out,” she corrected him. “Being safe from that cork sucking azzhole is a bonus.”
“What changed?” he asked, unconvinced by her explanation, since she hadn’t really given him one. “Why do you suddenly want me now?”
Victoria ran a hand through her short hair, then fisted her fingers in the black tresses. “Do you even remember what you did last night?” she asked, finally meeting his eyes.
“I did what all Knights of Order would do for their mates,” he said. “You were in danger and I had to save you.”
“You risked your life for me,” she said, shaking her head in exasperation. “Phul wasn’t going to kill me. The soldiers need us, remember?”
Cam cupped her cheek. “I was beyond being able to see reason,” he admitted.
“I saw a gun to your head and I reacted. I’d rather die myself than see my mate suffer even a minor scratch.
” He bent to place a kiss where the bullet had grazed her temple.
The wound had healed, but it was seared into his memory forever.
Victoria froze again, but it wasn’t because he was trying to force a bond with her. She tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “This is what I’ve been waiting for,” she said, voice becoming as sultry as her eyes. “This is the sort of romance modern women like.”
“What about sex?” he asked, placing his hand on her hip to pull her closer. “What do you like in bed?”
“Who needs a bed?” she countered, then pulled his head down to kiss him.
Their kiss quickly became scorching as they greedily ran their hands over each other’s bodies.
She yanked his jacket off, then lifted his shirt over his head.
“How are you so ripped when you don’t even have time to work out?
” she marveled, tracing her fingers over the tattoo on his muscular shoulder.
“Magic,” he said, voice gravelly with need.
“We both need a shower, but I don’t care that we’re covered in your blood right now,” she said.
“I’ll gladly wash your body for you,” he offered.
“I’ll take you up on that,” Vic said, then leaned forward to bite his nipple.
He sucked in a breath at the sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely made him tingle from head to toe.
She stepped back to undress, locking eyes with him.
His heart thundered as he finally saw his mate in all of her naked glory.
She’d filled out a bit after eating and resting for the past few days.
Her body was gloriously strong and toned.
“Now you,” she ordered, crossing her arms expectantly. It lifted her gorgeous breasts higher, tempting him to taste them.
Cam unzipped his trousers, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband. He shoved them down to his feet and stepped clear. His mate’s eyes went to his dong and widened.
“I’d forgotten how fudging huge you are,” she murmured. “My body is ready and willing, but we might need some lube for that thing to fit inside me.”
“I didn’t bring any,” he said, hopes falling that they could become bonded right now.
“That’s okay, I’ve got it,” his cambion said, then stunned him by stepping forward, lowering her head and taking him into her hot mouth.
“Holy mother fudging hell,” he moaned, head falling back at the sensation of her lips and tongue pleasantly torturing him. Vic laughed, which made him groan in even more need. She pumped his shaft with her hand until he grasped hold of her shoulders. “No more, or I’ll explode,” he told her.
Victoria’s response was to shove him backwards. He landed on the couch and she straddled him a moment later. “Bond with me,” the cambion demanded. “I want you to be my mate.”
“Forever?” he asked as she slowly sank down onto him, gripping him internally and making them both moan.
“Forever and ever,” she vowed as she fully sheathed him, then she began to ride him hard.
Holding his mate by her hips, Camriel shoved up with his pelvis every time she slammed down onto him.
He kissed her as he reached out to the bond he could sense.
She reached out as well and their minds met, then became fused.
Bodies colliding frantically, they both built towards a crescendo.
Their bond snapped into place as their pleasure peaked, joining them together permanently.
Ecstasy unlike anything they’d ever experienced before seized them both. Victoria pulsed around Cam’s dong, causing him to jerk spasmodically as he came.
I fudging love this idiot, Victoria thought as she sank against Cam’s chest, sated and feeling boneless.
I love you, too, he said into her mind. She stiffened in alarm and he stroked her back soothingly. I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to speak to each other telepathically like Amaros and Zoe, but I guess we can.
No fudging kidding, she replied, relaxing against him again. They could feel each other’s emotions now. She knew he was as devoted to her as she was to him. There wouldn’t be any cheating between the knight and the cambion. It wasn’t even possible, thanks to their bond.
Are you done now, Amaros asked Camriel an hour later.
Yep, his second replied. We’re bonded and we’re ready to go home, boss. They’d fudged twice, as Vic would have said. It would have to do until they could have some privacy again.