12. Price
TWELVE
PRICE
“All I got was a peck on the mouth.” I raised a brow and grinned.
Cam’s back was against my locked bedroom door and his chest was heaving, making the door rattle. That and our ragged breathing were the only sounds that disturbed the quiet, though my pulse was racing and my heart was hammering against my ribs
He got on tiptoes and whispered, “The kids were in the playroom.”
A lamp I’d made bathed the room in a warm glow, and I leaned in close so his minty breath wafted over my cheeks.
I was so greedy for this man, and I’d waited hours until we could be alone. With one hand on his hip, I pulled him against me and inhaled his intoxicating wild-honey scent.
“And now it’s just us.”
Needing to brace myself, I rested my other hand on the door above his head so my lips were almost touching his. My instinct was to slam my lips on his and claim him. But I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm myself.
“Mmmm.” He glanced down, but I lifted his chin so he was staring into my eyes.
“If this is too fast or not what you want, tell me, and I’ll back off.”
He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and brought me closer. “Don’t you dare.”
I grinned. That was my Cam, though he wasn’t really mine yet.
“Then where were we?” I rested my brow on his, but as I stared into his eyes, nerves gripped my belly. What if I didn’t do this right and he was disappointed?
“You wanted a kiss.”
“Right.” His voice in my ear and hands clawing at my clothes reassured me, and I placed my lips on his jaw. “Like this?”
Cam moaned, and I brushed my crotch against his. “You call that a kiss.” His breathy voice was barely above a whisper as he hooked a thumb in my belt loop and tugged. The possessive gesture gave me more confidence, and I tilted his head, giving me access to his neck.
“Oh, you want more?” Starting at the base of his throat, I trailed kisses over his skin before reaching his jaw. Pausing at his mouth, I peppered kisses around it and kissed the tip of his nose before skimming my lips over his brow.
Cam panted and whimpered that he wanted me as he fumbled with the buttons. But after yanking one button off and ripping the fabric, he gave up. He stroked my cheek and placed his lips on mine, giving me soft feathery kisses before he grazed my bottom lip, sending heat surging through my veins.
I gripped him hard so he couldn’t move, allowing me a moment while my heart raced and I caught my breath.
“Too much?” His puzzled expression as he looked up at me touched my heart.
I shook my head. “Slowly, Cam.”
He grinned against my lips, and I traced my tongue around his mouth making him shiver. He ground against me, sending more blood to my length and leaving little room in my pants.
Sliding my hand over his hip, I squeezed his ass, and he whimpered.
“More of that, please.”
“Oh, you want both hands?” I caressed his butt, and he swayed his hips.
“Speaking of hands.” He squeezed his between us and brushed over the ridge in my pants. “Mmmm.”
After nibbling his lower lip and teasing it with my tongue, he parted his lips, and I darted inside. The mint of his toothpaste and his own wild-honey scent tangled, and I wanted to breathe him in and nothing else.
But the need to be closer and to possess him was overwhelming, and I parted his legs with my knee. He panted against my throat, his cool breath billowing over my heated skin.
Cam clutched my hair and yanked it. My skin sizzled as the heat beneath it increased. I moaned into his mouth. His tongue skimmed over mine, before curling around it and flicking it.
Cam draped his arms around my neck, and I rested my cheek against his as we breathed in heavily, and his breath laced with mint was cool against my face.
“I was hoping for more than a kiss,” he whispered. He poked his head around me. “And you have a very nice bed. And a rug.” He pointed to the light fixture, cocked a brow, and smirked. “All can be put to good use.”
“Cam! The light? That’s not a thing” This man never ceased to shock me, and right now with him in my bedroom, his lips swollen from kissing, I was willing to keep on being surprised.
His cheeky grin reassured me about the light, maybe, but his eyes narrowed to half mast as he took my hand and walked backward, leading me to my bed.
He let go of me, and I reached for him, not wanting to be apart, but he toppled onto the mattress.
I wanted to pounce on him and shred his clothes, but he deserved patience and to be allowed to savor the moment.
He tore off his PJ shirt but left the pants on. He raised a brow at my button-down and jeans. Damn, I was overdressed. He beckoned me closer, reminding me of a siren. I sank to my knees on the thick carpet and gazed hungrily at his naked chest, heaving up and down.
Leaning over him, I captured a nipple with my lips and it grew hard. He raked his nails over my shoulder and writhed on the bed before I bit his nipple.
“Gods, yes, just like that.” Cam grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged, sending waves of pleasure rippling over me.
With one more flick of his nipple, I licked to his belly button and stuck my tongue in.
Cam squealed and slipped a finger into his waistband, but I nudged it away, and using my teeth, I lowered his PJ pants, inch by inch.
He whined, saying I was too slow, and I glanced up at him with his pants between my teeth.
“Slow is good.” We had the rest of our lives, I hoped.
The soft cotton fabric slid over his shaft and revealed the tip of his cock with pre-cum at the very end.
I caught it with one finger and brought it to my lips, wanting to savor every part of him.
Lapping it off, I removed his pants, and he spread his legs, showing me his hole, glistening with slick.
I got on the bed and hovered over him. Our eyes locked on one another, and I bent over him and licked from the base to the tip of his shaft.
Cam groaned and fisted the bedding before raising one leg and placing a foot on my chest. He shoved me away, and I sank onto my haunches, unsure what to do, but his eyes gleamed with mischief as he plucked at my shirt.
“Might be a good idea to get rid of your clothes.”
My shirt was on the floor, and I unzipped my pants, one metal tooth at a time. Cam’s eyes smoldered when I slid them over my hips and I regretted putting on briefs after my shower.
“Keep going.” He craned his neck, trying to get a good look at my crotch.
With my jeans off, I palmed my engorged cock over the fabric before sliding my hand inside. Cam’s breathing sped up, and his pupils dilated. He twirled his finger, meaning keep going. But I was enjoying teasing him.
I turned my back and removed my briefs before looking over my shoulder.
“Nice ass.”
I spun around too fast and my cock slapped against my thigh. Cam’s mouth fell open, and he forgot to blink.
“And I thought the ass was good. Wow! Make that a double wow.”
I strutted to the bed, and the unmistakable aroma of slick washed over me as I stared at his hole.
“I want you, Price.”
Crawling toward him, I coaxed his thighs further apart and placed a hand on either side of him. The head of my cock nudged his hole, and he begged me to put it inside him.
My hands trembled as I eased in the tip. We both panted, but Cam’s fingers were digging into the duvet. Damn, I was big, and he needed to adjust to me.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded. “Just give me a minute.”
I swept aside the hair that was stuck to his brow and grazed his skin with my lips. “You can change your mind.”
Cam cupped my chin. “I’ve been imagining you and me naked. This is right where I want to be.” He grinned. “I’m fine.” He bucked his hips when I didn’t immediately plunge in.
Easing my thick cock into his channel, I closed my eyes as he gripped around me, squeezing hard and letting go more than once. I yelped as pleasure licked at my skin and goosebumps appeared, which was rare.
Cam reached between us and wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft. “I’ve got you.” He drew the rest of me inside him, and we breathed in unison as I filled him.
Lowering my head and moving my body closer to his, I kissed him. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just you.” He swept a finger around my nipple and brushed his palm over the top.
“You have me.” I was about to add “always” but didn’t want to ruin the moment.
As I pulled out, I glanced between my thighs at my length coated in his slick before sliding back into his warmth, desperate to be inside him.
“So good but faster, please.”
“Okay.” I thrust into him, and he yelled, “Oh.”
“Too much?”
He responded with a saucy grin, and his eyes twinkled as he tweaked my nipple. “Never.”
I picked up the pace, sliding in and out of him, and he matched my rhythm.
His cheeks were tinged with pink and beads of sweat appeared on his chest. I licked them, savoring their saltiness and Cam’s distinct taste.
He giggled saying I was tickling him and pushed me away.
But his eyes and heavy breathing betrayed him, telling me he was turned on.
I hitched his leg up farther, and he angled his hip, allowing me to slide in deeper. I couldn’t get enough of this man, his scent, his touch, his wrecked voice and those come-hither eyes. And now I was inside him.
I plunged into him, and he threw his arms around me, drawing me closer so my nose brushed over his. Gods, I adored him.
“Yes, yes. Keep doing that, Price.”
My cock fit so snugly inside him, and as we fucked, Cam arched his back, mumbling about how good I was.
I nuzzled his ear and told how I loved being inside him. His eyes snapped open, and he cradled my face. “Right back at you.”
His body was coated in sweat, and I slid over him with each thrust so we were both covered in sweat while our thighs were sticky with slick.
Cam dragged his nails over me as our bodies rocked together.
He whispered words I couldn’t decipher while he clung to me.
I slowed my thrusts, but he begged me to go faster.
His tiny mewls, the frantic tugging of the bedding and my hair, and his hands brushing over me signaled he was close to climaxing.
I’d held back, wanting him to come first because my purpose, now and always, was giving him pleasure and taking care of him.
“Price, I don’t… I can’t… I am… I’m going to come.”
“I’ve got you.”
He trembled, and his head jerked from left to right before tipping back. “Price, I…” Cum spurted from his cock, spraying us both and the bed as Cam’s body spasmed, and I held him tight.
I gave myself over to my impending orgasm, allowing myself to feel the joy and pleasure I’d been tamping down. My breathing sped up and my body generated more heat than usual, and then I released, deep inside him. I shuddered when my body convulsed, but there was one word on my lips. Cam.
My knot swelled which kept us in one another’s arms. I placed a small kiss on Cam’s brow, and he smiled but didn’t open his eyes.
Now we were quiet, I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm while I held him.
I couldn’t mark him. He was aware I was his fated mate but not that shifters marked their mate to seal their mating. So I had to wait.
Since we met, I’d called him my mate hundreds of times in my head. But now, watching him sleep beside me, I asked fate not to toy with me, hoping Cam would stay.