Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He sucked in a breath to speak, his lips parting, and Cameron dove forward. Their mouths crashed together in a violent, hungry kiss. Tongues dueled, teeth clashed, and someone moaned. Alric wasn’t sure who and didn’t care. The kiss went on and on, demanding and hungry. They couldn’t get close enough. He wanted to memorize Cameron’s taste, the delicious sounds he made, the way his fingers twisted almost painfully in Alric’s hair, holding him prisoner as if he expected Alric to push him away.
Wrapping his arms around Cameron, he pulled them tightly together. Their hard dicks rubbed against each other through too much fabric, and Alric’s brain officially tapped out. He hadn’t been using it when he was pissed, and he certainly wasn’t going to use it now that he had Cameron hot and demanding in his arms.
His hands slid down to cup Cameron’s ass, kneading the wonderfully taut muscles while wringing more sounds out of his lover. Cameron broke off the kiss and moaned as he thrust against Alric, trying to get that much more friction. Cameron focused nearly black eyes on him, his face flushed and lips swollen with their frantic kisses.
“Want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard enough that I feel you for days,” Cameron panted.
“Make your ass mine,” Alric growled back. “Fine. Get on your knees and get me ready.”
Cameron’s entire body shivered, and he licked his lips, pupils blown so wide the iris was just a thin brown rim. Releasing his tight hold on Alric’s hair, Cameron dropped to his knees and attacked Alric’s pants like a man possessed. It took only seconds for everything to be shoved down to his ankles. Cameron hesitated, staring at Alric’s rock hard dick, but the second was enough time for guilt. He took a breath to tell Cameron he didn’t have to, but then Cameron wrapped his fingers around the base of his dick and looked up at Alric with a wide, dirty grin that left no doubt he was exactly where he wanted to be.
This…oh god…this was a horrible mistake. Cameron’s mouth closed over the head and that talented tongue ran slowly over it, caressing him before moving lower. Nothing had ever felt so good. He could feel himself growing hard, need throbbing through him, but he didn’t want to come like this. He wanted to be buried deep in Cameron’s ass while the mage screamed his name in exquisite pleasure. But this…he never wanted this to end. Cameron hummed, making more of his needy noises that massaged his dick with little vibrations. It was all he could do to not thrust into that perfect mouth.
One hand gripped Alric’s thigh, massaging muscles, before slipping between his legs to gently fondle his balls. Gritting his teeth, Alric swore softly, fighting to get control of his building orgasm.
Cameron slowly lifted his mouth from Alric’s dick and tilted his head up to stare at Alric, a smug smile on those damp, plush lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that. What did you say?” Cameron taunted.
“I said go get the cream out of my nightstand,” Alric bit out. He pulled at his shirt and tie, tugging them off, not caring at the sound of seams ripping. He needed to be naked and inside of Cameron as quickly as possible.
With an adorable squeak, Cameron shoved to his feet and hurried across the room. Alric followed on his heels, kicking out of his pants and underwear. He paused only long enough to peel out of his socks. Naked at last. Only with Cameron did naked mean freedom and pleasure. No more hiding. No more shame. Cameron was quick to shed his boxers, following his example, and kicked them off randomly to the side.
Cameron grabbed the jar of cream and shut the drawer. He started to climb into the bed, but Alric grabbed his hip, stopping him as a new idea filled his mind. Cameron twisted around to check on him. “What’s wrong?”
Alric grinned. “Nothing. New idea. Lie down on the bed, feet on the floor.”
Cameron returned his grin, lying down on his stomach while stretching his arms over his head, sliding his hands over the extremely soft duvet. With the jar of cream at Cameron’s hip, Alric stood over him for several seconds, just admiring the trusting man laid out before him. He was perfection. A body that begged to be touched, kissed, worshipped from head to toe. He wanted to find every scar, every tiny imperfection and claim them.
He didn’t know if Cameron Park was his mate. He wanted it to be true. Wanted it with every fiber of his being, but he didn’t know if his emotions were getting in the way of logic any longer. He didn’t trust his reason when it came to Cameron.
In the end, he didn’t care if this was the last time he was going to be able to enjoy Cameron like this, but he prayed that they had centuries still ahead of them. He wanted to share everything with him. Joy, sorrow, discovery, heartbreak, laughter, and hope.