Davide swore softly. “You’re taking me deep, sweet. You like this?”
Cam added another finger to her tight pussy and she hummed her approval. He could feel her. The intimacy of the moment was coming through their link again. Still not like before, but it was getting stronger. Slowly but surely, she was letting them back in.
She wanted Davide to fuck her mouth. She wanted Cam’s tongue between her thighs. Both of them inside her. Not watching anymore.
Her thoughts nearly sent him up in flames.
“So you want me to fuck your mouth,” David purred as he held the base of his cock in his fist. “We can do that. And if you want to drive Cam really wild? We’ll find out how well you can swallow for me.”
Fuck.
Davide started thrusting inside her mouth. Shallow at first, but she was taking everything he gave her and asking for more, her hands clinging to his hips and pulling him closer. When she swallowed against the head of Davide’s cock, the sight nearly brought Cam out of his chair. He reached for her full, bouncing breasts with wet fingers, pushing her thighs even farther apart with his arms.
Her loud moan made Davide swear again and pick up his pace. “It’s too good. I don’t think I can last long this time,” he warned them both. “Let me see you taste her, Cam. She wants you to.”
Please touch me. Kiss me. Need me.
It was her thoughts, unintentional but directed at him, that finally shattered his restraint. He buried his face in her sex, lapping at her clit and sucking hard before he could stop himself. Need her? Didn’t she understand yet?
The taste of her on his tongue was pure fucking ecstasy. As addictive as Davide claimed. Mine. All mine. More. Cam squeezed her breasts and tugged her nipples, dragging his tongue through her pussy to gather more of her taste before pressing inside.
Honey. Musk and honey and wildflowers.
Cam slid his hands under her thighs and stood, pushing her legs back until her ass was off the desk. The position splayed her wide open so he could take more. Taste more.
Bailey. Bailey. Mate.
Davide came with a broken shout, and Cam watched her swallow as much as she could. When she couldn’t take any more, Davide pulled out and finished over her breasts.
Cam’s mouth left her pussy to lick Davide’s release off her skin and she reached for him, her shaking hands sliding over his chest and tangling in the hair there.
“Fuck me, Cam.”
She was asking, like he’d told her she would. More a demand than submission, but it was all he needed. He licked another salty drop of Davide off her nipple and let go of her legs so she could wrap them around him. His cock was so sensitive he hissed as he guided himself inside.
He had to be careful with her. She wasn’t a shifter, and she was so small in his hands…
“I can take it,” she gasped. “Please.”
Had she heard him?
He took her hips in his hands and watched her eyes as he pushed slowly inside, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort.
Her lips parted as his thick cock stretched her. And kept stretching. “Oh God.”
“Can you take it now?” He wasn’t sure he could. He was rocking into paradise and the fit was so breathtakingly tight he might come before he got all the way inside her.
She dropped her arms and moved her legs until they were over his shoulders instead of around his back. The position sunk his cock even deeper.
“I can take all of it,” she said again, gripping the edge of the desk as if to brace herself. “I need it, Cam.”
I need to have this before tomorrow.
“Damn it,” he groaned, his hips plunging forward until they were skin to skin. So deep she couldn’t leave him, no matter where her mind was taking her. “Fuck, Bailey. Tell me if I hurt you.”
Nothing else could stop him but that. Mine. His wolf roiled beneath his skin, ready to claim its woman. Because she still doubted. Even mindless with desire, some part of her still thought she might have to let them go.
No part of him could let that happen.
His fingers would leave marks, he knew, digging into her hips and guiding her into every thrust. But her shouts were his music, urging him on, and her scent set him on fire.
Pink socks brushed the sides of his head and he growled, fucking into her like the world was ending. He couldn’t stop. He’d never stop. She felt too good. Too his. His innkeeper. His sunlight. His mate.
“You still think I don’t want you?” He stared at her pussy and watched his cock abuse it. “Look at me. Into me. Now that I know how you fit me, do you really think I’ll give this up?”