Chapter 38: [M] Take all of me
Chapter 38
(Cameron POV)
I’ve seen deserts stretch into painted horizons. I’ve stood on the edge of snowy cliffs and watched clouds crawl beneath my boots. But none of it—nothing—compares to this.
Lenora. Bent forward on the blanket, hands braced in the grass, back arched perfectly, waiting for me.
It’s like the moon’s spotlighted her just for me. Her bare skin glows silver, her body trembling, slick with sweat and heat and everything I’ve craved but told myself I couldn’t touch.
Until now.
My joggers and briefs hit the ground in one frantic motion. I kneel behind her, and gods—I’m hard enough it hurts. My cock twitches, pulsing, angry and heavy and leaking, like it’s been waiting for this longer than I’ve been willing to admit.
Don’t embarrass me, I tell it, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. I really don’t want to come too soon.
But I’m already losing it. My fingers find her hips—no, claim her hips—and the possessive thrill that zips through me is... not human. Not fully. There’s something low and snarling buried under my ribs, something that wants to mark her, to rut until I’m drained and empty and she’s full of nothing but me.
I rub against her slowly at first, dragging my cock over her slick folds, up to her lower back, smearing precum like a beast scent-marking his mate. My hands spread her wider, like I need to see all of her, confirm again that she’s real.
She whimpers.
The sound rips through me like lightning. It’s not fully human—guttural, wild—and instead of flinching, I lean in. I breathe her in, jaw tight. The air is damp with the smell of earth, sweat, sex, and her. Crickets hum in the grass. Somewhere deep in the trees, a low howl rises—and gods help me, I want to answer it.