“That’s the part I don’t get,” she said, torn between her desire to keep some distance between them and her need to touch Cam. In the end, she gave in to the need to touch him because she was getting tired of fighting things between them. “We don’t know each other that well, and you didn’t know me at all that day. How could you have felt so strongly about a complete stranger?”
He sighed before responding. “I wish I knew how to explain this to you in some way that would make sense.”
“I kind of get it from talking to Quinn, but it still seems impossible,” she admitted.
“Try not to overanalyze it, sweetheart,” he suggested.
“I don’t like it when you call me that,” she complained.
He chuckled before leaning forward to kiss her nose. “Yes, you do.”
What annoyed her most was that he was right.
“We should get some sleep,” Claire suggested to change the subject.
Cam chuckled. “Is that really what you think we’re going to do now?”
“Yes,” Claire said. “We’re both tired, and we have a long trip tomorrow.” No need to mention that they’d mostly be sitting in a jeep.
Cam moved quickly, and before Claire had a chance to react, he was straddling her hips and looking down at her. “First, we have some unfinished business. We’ll go to sleep after you come on my mouth.”
A shudder ran through Claire’s body, and she struggled to remember the many reasons she couldn’t let this happen, which was really hard when she wanted this to happen so much. “We can’t do this,” was her weak protest.
“We can and will do this.” The authority in Cam’s voice made her tremble with desire, just before he slid down her body and went to work on the fastenings of her pants.
“I don’t want Ian and Kyleigh to hear us,” she insisted, and that much was true. Ian had embarrassed her enough earlier.
“Then I guess you’d better be very quiet.” The annoying lynx winked at her before stripping her pants off and settling between her legs. “Any more protests?” he asked, his hot breath fanning out across her in a way that made her want to lift her hips against his mouth. “No more arguments? Good, then I’m going to do what I’ve been dying to do for months.”
Chapter Nineteen
Cam was not exaggerating about his desire to lick and suck Claire’s pussy until she came on his face. It was one of many fantasies he’d had about his mate, and it was the one he planned to fully explore tonight. No more waiting to pleasure his mate. That was the conclusion he’d come to after their encounter earlier. Claire was his, and he damn sure planned to start acting that way—starting with making sure her every need was met by him. Her scent told him how much she needed this.
Running his tongue along the side of her clit, he enjoyed her moan, which she quickly tried to stifle so Ian and Kyleigh wouldn’t hear them. If Cam had his way, everyone in the damn settlement would hear her scream his name tonight.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked before gently coaxing her clit with his tongue until it blossomed for him.
“You really want me to talk at a time like this?” she practically whimpered.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured against her core. “I won’t be able to talk much longer, because my mouth is going to be busy giving you the best fucking orgasm of your life.”
On those words, Cam went to work fulfilling his promise. Settling her legs over his shoulders, Cam spread Claire’s legs wider to give him better access, and then he breathed in deeply to savor the sweet scent of her arousal. He allowed his tongue to swirl around her opening before rubbing his face against her, wanting to drown in her intoxicating scent. Claire’s breathing was even, and he assumed she was doing her best to stay in control and not make any noise. He allowed her the illusion of control for a very short time as he teased around her clit, never touching the most sensitive part.
When he was done with his leisurely exploration, he sucked her clit into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape gently against her sensitive flesh. Just as he’d guessed, Claire’s ass tightened in his hands, and she tried to straighten her legs as pleasure shot through her body. With her clit still suckled between his lips, he stroked it gently with his tongue, only increasing the pressure when her breathing turned to needy little mewling sounds.
Just when he thought she was going to come, he pulled his mouth away from her clit and swirled his tongue around her opening, denying her what she wanted most.
“No, please, don’t stop,” she panted out.
Cam chuckled. “You think I’m going to be satisfied with some quiet orgasm? Not a chance, sweetheart. You get to come when I’m sure you’ll scream my name.”
Claire groaned as the scent of her arousal grew even stronger. There was no denying that she liked the way he was teasing her, so he went back to feasting on his mate. This time, his tongue made gentle circular movements against her clit as she struggled to lift her hips to get more contact with his mouth. With his hands holding her ass, and her legs over his shoulder, he had almost complete control of her movements, and that was just the way he wanted it. Claire would come when he was ready for her to come and not a second sooner.
“Cam,” she whimpered in a sexy, breathy voice.
Her hands reached down to grip his hair and hold him close to her, and he knew she was almost there again. Her moans and needy little whimpers were getting louder, so he decided she was ready to come. Shoving two fingers inside of her tight pussy, he sucked her clit into his mouth as she spasmed around his fingers.
“Cam! Oh, God, Cam!” Her screams were nearly enough to make him come.
He continued to move his fingers inside of her until the spasms stopped. Even with his dick still begging for attention, Cam was satisfied with how the evening had turned out.
“I have never seen anything more beautiful than you screaming my name while you come completely undone,” he told her.
Her eyes were droopy, and her lips curled into a sated smile. “I should be thinking about all the reasons this was a bad idea.”
“Are you?” he asked, moving up the bed until he was lying on his side with his head resting on his hand as he watched her.
She shook her head. “Nope, I can’t seem to get past thinking about how much I want you to do that again.”
“And I will, sweetheart,” he assured her. “After having one taste of you, I will never get enough.”
Claire’s cheeks flushed, and Cam chuckled at her blush. “Don’t ruin it by being an ass,” she warned, which turned his chuckle into a full-blown laugh. Claire grabbed one of the pillows and smacked him in the head, which is how they ended up wrestling until he had her pinned beneath him. Actually, he only had her arms pinned with his chest resting on hers. There was no way he’d trust himself to behave if he let the lower half of his body rest on hers. He only had so much self-control.
“You’re so fucking incredible, sweetheart,” he murmured before kissing her tenderly, trying his best to keep things tame between them.
“What are you doing to me, Cam?” she asked when he pulled his mouth away from hers.
“Making you mine,” he replied, hoping he was right.
Chapter Twenty
Maintaining this form took a lot of magic, making Talon hesitant to use any to find Arawn’s daughter. What he wanted to do was flash to where she was and take her now, but he didn’t possess the power to bring her to the Fae realm against her will. He felt like he’d been in the human realm for an eternity. He’d known the timeline from the beginning, but he’d honestly forgotten how boring this place was if you didn’t get a break from it. Not to mention, pretending to be a vampire increased the boredom since he couldn’t reveal his true power. Perhaps, he could find a way to get to Arawn’s daughter and trick her into agreeing to go to the Fae realm with him. Yes, he would work on a plan to get to her sooner.
The safe thing to do would be to conserve his magic for something more
important than spying on Arawn’s daughter, but he needed to see her. He needed to know she was in this time. If she wasn’t here, then he’d spend days torturing his spy for providing him false information and forcing him to live like this for so long. He would pluck his eyes from their sunken sockets and grind his frail bones to dust. Gathering his power, he pulled it around him and sent it toward the computer screen, so if anyone happened to walk in, they would assume he was watching a show or surveillance video. He nearly growled in frustration, knowing it would be so much more fun to just destroy anyone who found out what he truly was. Shrugging off his anger, he focused on finding the little mutt.
The screen was slow to fade in, but when it did, he saw her lying on a bed, her eyes closed in sleep. If he had to guess, he’d say those eyes were silver like her father’s. That was his hope, at least. It would be almost like looking into Arawn’s eyes every time she called him master. Talon frowned at her appearance. He’d been expecting something more, but she seemed ordinary in every way. While she wasn’t ugly, she certainly wasn’t any great beauty like some of the half-breeds he’d seen. With a shrug, he decided not to worry too much about her appearance. He’d still be able to get it up with her, if for no other reason than the fact that revenge excited him.
He’d fuck her, probably impregnate her to make Arawn suffer more. She’d serve her purpose no matter what she looked like. Perhaps, if he got her pregnant, she wouldn’t be so skinny. Some womanly curves would definitely improve her looks.
“Is that the woman you want?” Carmen asked from behind him.
Talon nodded, his jaw clenched in irritation. While he’d heard her come in, he’d hoped that ignoring her would clue her in to the fact that he wasn’t in the mood for idle chatter, especially not with her. The bitch was getting on his last fucking nerve with her mindless blathering and worrying about being caught. Of course, she should be worried, since the vampires would likely kill her if they found out what she was up to, and he was tempted to make sure they found out just to get some peace and quiet.
“She’s not much to look at,” Carmen observed thoughtfully.
The female stirred, and the sheet rode down, revealing her thigh, which is when Talon noticed that she wasn’t skinny, so much as lean and muscular. Those thighs alone redeemed her somewhat. While soft women were nice, they didn’t hold the same appeal as a woman who challenged her body. Deciding Carmen wasn’t going to leave, he finally spoke to her. “What she looks like is completely irrelevant. Her father stole my woman, and this is my chance for revenge.”
Carmen was silent for a moment, considering his words. “So, you’ll punish the daughter to get to the father.”
“Exactly,” Talon gritted out, reliving the pure rage he’d experienced when Arawn had allowed the shadows to devour his sweet Satyana. She hadn’t been evil. She’d simply enjoyed torture and had perhaps gone overboard with her kills at times.
“Why not just kill the little bitch?” Carmen asked, studying Arawn’s daughter with a critical eye. Talon wasn’t sure what to make of Carmen’s reaction. She seemed almost jealous, but he’d never picked up on any sort of attraction from her. Even though she’d flirted a time or two, he suspected it had nothing to do with any attraction on her part. Carmen was the type of woman who thought she could use sex to get what she wanted. He suspected that was one of the reasons the power-hungry bitch hadn’t moved up higher with her council. Sex only took you so far. Those who rose highest in life, loved power more than sex.
“Killing her is not an option,” Talon said bitterly. “That would make things much too easy for her bastard father.” There were many reasons he wouldn’t kill Arawn’s daughter, none of them he wanted to share with Carmen. There was the simple fact that Arawn still held more power and would stop at nothing to destroy him if Talon killed his daughter. Even if Arawn hadn’t proven he cared for the woman by rescuing her, he couldn’t allow anyone to hurt her without looking weak to others. That bastard was all about appearances, and he would destroy Talon for killing the little mutt.
There was more to Talon’s plan than just his fear of Arawn’s wrath—he wanted Arawn to see the evidence of his victory daily. After he had the little bitch trained, he’d take her out to flaunt her in front of the Fae while she did whatever he asked to keep him happy. She’d be lucky to have him claim her. While many others would beat her into submission, he preferred to be more meticulous in his training. Once he possessed her, he would never hit her, because the use of physical force to get his pets to comply made him look weak. The bitch would be begging for his attention by the time he was done with her. Staring at her bare thigh while he imagined her submitting to him was making him hard as hell, and he was probably going to need to find one of the vampire bitches to take care of that problem for him.
Carmen let out an irritating little huff when he continued to ignore her. It would be fun to watch the shadows devour her dark soul after he cut her heart out. No way was this bitch passing on to the next realm when she died. As a rule, he respected those who were this evil. Why go halfway on this sort of thing? In this case, Carmen’s annoying personality and insistence that the world was unfair made it hard to have any respect of her. Pity he needed her. At least, thinking about Carmen was making his dick go limp.
“I just can’t believe Eleanor had the nerve to talk to me that way at the meeting,” Carmen whined, probably referring to the committee meeting she’d just attended. “As if it’s my fault Connor and his people decided to break from the council. She actually wants to negotiate more trade agreements with them and have the council recognize Connor’s territory as an independent state. Can you imagine telling that pompous prick his territory deserves to be recognized as an independent state? What next? Will we tell the other territories they can just break off if they don’t like following our laws?”
“Would you just shut up for one fucking minute?” Talon shouted, closing the computer. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get to be alone with his fantasies.
“Excuse you?” Carmen huffed with narrowed eyes. “You need me for your little plot to work, so I suggest you treat me with respect before I put an end to your scheming.”
Standing, Talon glided across the room to the cage they’d obtained for Alistair to live in. Reaching inside, he lifted Alistair by the base of his tail and shook him. Talon loved the way Alistair panicked in his grasp as he walked him over to where the snake was. The snake had actually been one of Carmen’s better ideas, and he had to admit that this was one of his favorite activities. Pulling back the lid, he dangled Alistair over the snake as the snake’s tongue darted out, scenting its meal.
“This could be you,” Talon reminded her with a chuckle.
When he turned around, he was pleased with Carmen’s pale face and trembling lips. “You wouldn’t dare!” Her words held no real conviction, and he was glad she was finally beginning to understand the true danger she was in.
Talon was seriously tempted to drop Alistair in with the snake just to drive his point home. Unfortunately, he needed Alistair alive to use his form. With one last regretful look at the snake, he returned Alistair to his little cage. “Soon, my furry little friend,” he murmured softly before turning back to Carmen. “I believe I have enough information to keep my plan in motion at this point.” That wasn’t entirely true, but she wouldn’t know that. “All I have to do is find someone to impersonate you like I’m doing with Alistair. Then, when I’m done, I can drop the two of you in with the snake. I wonder which of you it would eat first,” he mused. “I might need to get two snakes. Of course, it would be much more fun to see you wait until the snake was hungry again. Can you imagine the fear of being eaten?”
Carmen swallowed hard and shook her head, fear radiating from her body. That fear made her more attractive to him all of a sudden. Normally, that wasn’t his thing. He liked them devoted to him on every level. That’s what he’d have with Arawn’s daughter. She’d be so addicted to him that she’d kill herself just to ma
ke him happy if he asked it of her. That was the kind of devotion he normally got off on. Still, Carmen’s fear had his dick ready to explode, and he smelled her arousal. The whiny bitch was actually getting off on her own fear.
“Why don’t you prove to me that I have a good reason to keep you around?” he suggested, as he sat down in the chair and released his dick from his pants. “Put that mouth to use on something other than whining and bitching.”
Carmen licked her lips and nodded before dropping to her knees in front of him.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lexi woke to fur vibrating against her side. Opening her eyes, she looked around the sterile room. Mostly, it looked like a hospital room, with its drab grey walls and white floors. There were also various machines—some she recognized, while others she didn’t—and an IV in her left arm. So, it looked like a hospital room in that sense, but the queen-size bed she was lying in didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen in a hospital. The large cat curled up by her side was also something she’d never seen in any hospital. Of course, she’d heard of some hospitals using dogs to help with patients, but never a cat, especially not one like this. The thing was the size of a Great Dane!
Her hand stroked the cat’s thick fur, and his purring increased. How she knew the cat was a male, she had no idea, but she was certain of it. She should be nervous having an animal this size in bed with her since this was clearly no domestic cat breed. Still, she felt comforted by the cat’s presence, and she sighed as her fingers stroked his fur.
The cat edged up the bed, rubbing his face against her as he moved. When he got close to her face, he rubbed his cheek all over her face. Looking over into the cat’s eyes, she noticed they were a stunning shade of amber, and she knew she’d seen eyes that color before, but her brain was still somewhat fuzzy.
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