Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Holly
I feel achy as soon as I open my eyes the next morning. My body is on fire, and all I can think about is Camden stripping me down and fucking me until I scream his name and see stars.
I’m in his bed with his scent wrapped around me. It doesn’t help the intense feelings building up inside me.
My eyes widen when they land on the alarm clock and I see it’s already after eleven in the morning. I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late.
My gaze drifts to Camden’s side of the bed, and my breath stalls in my lungs when I see that he’s awake and staring at me with a wild look in his eyes. I know he feels this thing between us, too. I know he’s barely keeping himself in check.
“Camden,” I choke out.
His nostrils flare. “Can you feel the mating heat?” His voice is low and gravelly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He swallows hard, and I see his fists clench in the sheets.
“It hurts,” I whine, scooting closer to him so I can press my lips to his.
My body rubs against him, and I moan as my tight nipples brush his chest. When I pull back, I see his control snap.
He pushes my shoulder and comes down on top of me. His eyes are so dark that they look black. I shiver in anticipation.
Camden tugs my shirt over my head, and my back barely hits the mattress before he rips my pants and underwear down my legs.
The bruise on my hip is dark purple today, and Camden snarls as he sees it.
“That’s not what hurts,” I pant.
He licks his lips as I spread my legs wider for him. “Fuck, mate. You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls as he pulls my bra off and tosses it aside. Leaning back on his heels, he stares down at me. “I’m one lucky man.”
I reach for him. “Make me come,” I beg him.
Camden growls. Then he’s on me, kissing me, careful of my split lip. He makes his way down to my breasts, molding the soft mounds in his hands, his fingers toying with my nipples until I cry out and arch into his touch.
“Camden!”
He rumbles something against my skin, and the vibrations spread through me as he kisses lower, easing my legs wider. I love watching him be rough and gentle with me. I love knowing that he’s losing his mind because he needs me so badly, but he still takes the time to make sure I’m okay.
His eyes lock with mine. He stares at me for a moment as if he’s memorizing my face. I lick my lips, my legs restless on either side of him. The mating heat burns hotter in me, and I cry out.
That snaps Camden out of his trance, and he buries his face between my legs.
“Fuck!” I scream, my back arching off the bed as my legs snap shut around his head.
Camden doesn’t let that stop him. He snarls as he licks through my folds and sucks my clit into his mouth. One roll of his tongue over my little button, and I go off like a rocket.
“Camden!” I shout his name, my hips rocking against his face as I come.
“That’s my mate,” he rumbles.
I suck in a sharp breath, looking down my body at him. I expect him to crawl up my body, to fuck me, but he licks his lips and goes back to licking my pussy.
“Oh!” I cry out as his tongue swipes over my sensitive folds.
It doesn’t take long before I come again, and then a third time. After that, things get hazy. I pass out right after my fourth orgasm, and when I wake up, hours have gone by, and it’s dark out.
“Hey,” Camden says, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Oh, my god,” I groan.
He smiles at me. “Need to come again?”
I blink at him. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible, but I can still feel the mating heat, and it’s even stronger now.
“Uh-huh,” I moan.
He clears his throat. “Soon, but first, you need to eat, and we need to talk.”
He grabs my hand, and I tug the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around my body as we make our way to the kitchen.
I raise my eyebrows at Camden when I see the candles lit all around the house.
“I wanted to make it special and do something nice for you,” he says, looking a little uncertain.
I smile. “It’s perfect.”
He relaxes. “Good. I made us steaks,” he says, moving to the oven and pulling out a cast-iron pan.
My stomach growls. “It smells delicious.”
I sit at the table, wrapping the sheet tighter around my body. Camden fixes our plates and sets mine in front of me.
“This looks great. Thanks.” I smile at his thoughtfulness when I see he’s cut up my steak for me. I take a bite. “Oh my god,” I groan. “You’re so much better in the kitchen than I am.”
“Really?”
I laugh. “Oh, yeah. Adeline has all the talent in that department. I’m a disaster.”
“I can teach you if you want. Or I’ll cook for us. I don’t mind.”
He shifts in his seat, and I know he’s feeling the mating heat hard right now. It’s written all over his face. My nipples pebble against the bedsheet, and I squirm in my seat.
“Mate… Holly, do you want this? Do you want to be with me?” he blurts.
“I—”
“I messed up when we first met. I handled things wrong, and I’m so sorry. I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making it up to you,” he promises.
I know he means it. This man would do anything for me.
It’s such a strange feeling to realize that.
I’ve spent my whole life thinking I was unlovable, that I wasn’t worth the effort, but here’s this hot man, begging me for the chance to worship me, to make sure that I have everything I need and want.
“Cam—”
“I need you to give me a chance.”
I huff out a laugh. “Camden!”
He swallows hard, looking nervous.
“I want you. I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, but if you ever do something like that again, I’ll get a job on a cruise ship so freaking fast,” I warn.
“I won’t mess up again,” he vows.
I nod, and he relaxes a bit. We eat in silence for a moment, but I can’t take it. I need to talk. I need to distract myself from the heat inside me.
“Tell me about yourself,” I order.
“There’s not much to know. I was born in Virginia, but we moved here after my dad got out of the military, and I grew up here. I always knew I would become Alpha, and my dad trained me for it.”
“You’re good at it.”
He smiles slightly. “I hope so.”
“You are,” I assure him.
“What about you?”
I shrug. “Still trying to figure that out. I’ve gotten a few job offers here, but I’m not really interested in any of them.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I’m not sure. I like hanging out with Adeline, but I’m terrible in the kitchen, so I can’t help her with any of that stuff.”
“You could help with the deliveries,” he suggests.
“Maybe. I’ll figure it out.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he corrects.
I smile and finish my dinner. Camden stops eating and stares at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He needs me. He needs to claim me.
“How does this work?” I ask, my body burning up.
“We’ll go at your pace,” he assures me. “You’ve met my wolf… kind of.”
I giggle and nod. “He’s big.”
He chuckles. “Do you want to see him again?”
“Yes.”
My eyes are locked on him as he stands and strips. He pulls his shirt over his head, and my mouth waters as I take in his muscles. He’s so ripped, and I wonder if he works out every day.
Camden unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down, kicking them to the side. He stands before me completely naked. I can’t look away from him.
More specifically, his cock.
He’s rock hard, and I swallow as I take in his size.
“That won’t fit,” I gasp.
His jaw flexes. “You can take me, mate.”
Then he shifts.
“Whoa!” I gasp as I stare at the giant wolf standing in front of me.
He steps forward, and I hold out my hand. He pushes his head into my palm, and I stare at him, amazed, as I rub my fingers through his fur.
“So soft,” I murmur.
The wolf growls, the sound oddly comforting, and I lean closer.
“Camden, when do you bite me?” I ask as a fresh pang of the mating heat hits me like a wave.
He shifts back to human and reaches for me. “Right now,” he growls.
He carries me into the bedroom and tugs at the bedsheet wrapped around me until we’re both naked. We’re breathing hard, our bodies so in tune.
He grabs me and sets me down on the bed, then moves to stand between my legs.
“I need you,” I whisper.
Camden closes the distance between us and kisses me. We tumble back onto the bed, and he drags me under him, his skin like a brand everywhere it touches mine.
“Don’t stop,” I cry as his hands run up my sides, pausing under my breasts. “I need you so badly. Mark me.” I turn my head, offering him my neck.
“I need to get you ready for me.”
I huff out a laugh. “Feel me, Camden.” I guide his hand between our bodies to my core. “I’m ready.”
“Goddamn,” he snarls when he feels how drenched I am for him. “So hot. So damn hot.”
He kisses me again, and I writhe under him, desperate to get him right where I need him. His cock nudges through my folds, and I moan so loudly that it startles me as he rubs against my clit.
“Please!” I beg.
Camden curses. “I can’t deny you.”
His teeth graze my neck as his cock pushes into me.
“Oh, God!” I cry as Camden bites me and thrusts through my virginity.
“Mine!” he roars.
I nod, tears forming in my eyes as sensation overwhelms me. “Yours.” Camden’s restraint snaps at my agreement. He pulls back and then slams into me, filling me fully.
“Camden!” I scream as my pussy contracts around his length and pleasure washes over me.
“Fuck, already? You’re trying to get me to bust, and I’m barely inside of you.”
I cling to him as he ruts into me, riding my pussy like a beast. He’s so big, and he stretches me so thoroughly, almost to the brink of pain. That sting only increases my desire, and I arch into him, rubbing my tits against his chest.
“More,” I moan. “Harder!”
“Mate,” Camden rasps, intensifying his pace as he pounds me into the mattress.
Bracing my hands against the headboard, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. I scream as I come again, the orgasm detonating like a bomb inside me.
“Holly!” Camden shouts.
I moan as I feel him release inside me. He buries his face in my neck, rubbing his lips over his bite mark, and I shudder through another orgasm.
“So perfect,” Camden whispers.
I smile, loving his praise. No one has ever called me that before. I’ve never felt perfect, but when Camden says it, I believe him.
He collapses on his side next to me and pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head as he holds me close.
He’s so gentle with me, like I’m something precious, and I fall deeper for my mate.
It hits me then. I love him. I love Camden. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. He’s made for me, and I’m made for him.
I think about the moment I fell for him as we lie tangled up together. I smile, kissing his chest, my body heavy with satisfaction. I yawn, and my eyes flutter closed.
Camden holds me tighter, and I relax, knowing he’s got me as I drift off to sleep.
“Love you,” I mumble.
Then, I’m out like a light.