Chapter 13 - Stryker

Frowning questionably at Camilla, my heart pounds with beats of disbelief after that brief kiss.

I stopped the kiss only to allow her to change her mind. After all, it was a moment of vulnerability on her end. She’d been whimpering in her sleep, her face contorting with strain as if she’d been caught in a nightmare. Her bottom lip trembled, and a tear escaped her closed eye. I knew she was having a bad dream when I woke up in my bedroom in a cold sweat.

My twin brother was right when he told me that fated mates share a deep connection that’s unexplainable. Even if Camilla hasn’t accepted me, the invisible thread that binds our souls to eternity union was tugged tonight when I was pulled into her bedroom to check up on her. I felt guilty for staying away for so long when I found her tossing and turning in her sleep, and I had to wake her from her nightmare and tell her that she was safe.

She’s been denying me all this time, refusing the protection my inner dragon is determined to give her. But something shifted when I held her in my arms and felt her warmth once again.

When she kissed me, I could have sworn that my inner dragon sighed with relief. I stare at her now, hoping she doesn’t reject me again, when she shakes her head slowly and pulls me close.

This time, I take the reins and kiss her with determination, her soft, plump lips parting as she permits me to taste her tongue's sweetness. A primal need takes over as I scoop her onto my lap, delighting in the way her body melts and molds against my harder frame.

It’s everything I could have wanted, and much, much more. My innate need to be in control is sated as she moans on the kiss, and I plunge my tongue into the cave of her mouth like an explorer discovering the greatest treasures nestled in her sweet essence. With the tip of my tongue, I skim the roof of her mouth as pulses of electric current rush through me from the way she reacts to the tingling sensations. Her arms fold around my neck loosely, and she pushes her chest against me as if begging me to take her right now.

Breaking the kiss only to give her a moment to catch her breath, her hazel eyes glimmer with an innocence that tugs at my heartstrings. She doesn’t say a word, but her swollen, moist lips quiver as if she’s telling me a secret I’m meant to keep. Smoothing a hand over the apple of her cheek, I stare deeply into her eyes. She pouts as if to protest my pause, but I have to be sure that this is something she wants.

“Tell me to leave, and I’ll go right now,” I whisper, cradling her cheek and staring at her with determination.

She shakes her head again without a trace of uncertainty. “Don’t…” is all she whispers back, and I notice the flicker of wariness in her softened eyes.

That single word is the consent I need to cross the threshold into the undeniable attraction between Camilla and me. As I take her lips gently this time, the kiss is unhurried while I take care of the buttons down the front of her silk shirt. With gentle caresses and deft strokes, I let the shirt whisper from her shoulders and pull away, only to watch the graceful way her breasts spill out before my eyes.

Marveling at the fullness, I cup one breast in my hand as a groan escapes my chest. Her chocolate brown nipple erects when infused by the touch of the pad of my thumb as I stroke the delicious nub, my mouth watering with an appetite that’s more intense than any desire for food. I dip my head and latch onto her breast, flicking and licking her sensitized nipple as she cards her fingers through my hair and moans as she completely gives into me.

Her back arches closer, willing me to go further as I let my hand travel over her curves and settle on the waistband of her silk shorts while I take care of the opposite breast. I pause only to make her aware of what I’m about to do, giving her another chance to change her mind. But she moans my name, her hand begging on my wrist for me to continue, so I slip my fingers over the supple skin of her lower belly. The heat permeating from between her thighs sends my arousal into overdrive as my throbbing erection threatens to burst from the seams of my shorts. But I have to exercise control, wanting more than anything to award Camilla pleasure while she’s so pliant to my touch.

She gasps beautifully when the tip of my forefinger touches her bundle of nerves. Mimicking her drawn-out intake of breath while I stare into her intoxicated eyes, I whisper my finger down her slit. Gathering the moist slick of her arousal and swirling it over her clit, I administer tight circles that have her throwing her head back with pleasure.

“Oh, Stryker…” she mewls as her fingers tighten on my roots, her body rocking to match the ministrations of my finger as I roll firm circles that draw more slick like honey oozing from the pot of her core. “Yes…” she breathes, lifting her head again as she stares at me with fiery pits of golden eyes. “Ah… Yes, Stryker!”

The sound of her screaming my name breathes life into my manhood and ignites a fiery passion that’s buried so deep, that I didn’t even know I possessed it. In one swift movement, I toss her onto the bed and push a finger inside her, feeling the warm depths of her walls contracting around the single digit.

Swiftly peeling her shorts from her hips and flinging them across the room, I spread her thighs with my knees and marveled at her extraordinary beauty. Slipping my finger out, she moans and pouts in protest, but I draw my finger close to my lips and gauge her reaction when I taste her sweet essence that glistens on my finger.

Camilla gasps, clearly surprised by the very raw act, as I smack my lips appreciatively.

Gods…

She tastes marvelously sweet, and greed becomes second nature as I need to taste more of her.

“Fuck… You’re so beautiful…” I praise, loving the way she stares at me in wonder, and I descend on her to kiss her with raw passion so she may taste herself on my tongue. When I leave her lips, it’s only to pepper open-mouthed kisses over her lush curves as I journey toward the apex of her thighs.

The melody of sweet pheromones that pulse from between her thighs is a mating cry that calls to my inner dragon. That innate beast that only wishes to protect its mate and provide for her wants nothing more than to provide all the pleasure she seeks right now. Without wasting another second, I latch my lips over her swollen bundle of nerves, greedily devouring every drop of essence produced by her arousal. Lapping her smooth slick, I let my tongue dive deep into her core, her walls pulsing as she touches the first traces of her climax.

“Stryker! Oh. My. God!” she cries out, urging me to suck harder and thrust vigorously as the air is filled with the lewd sounds of my feasting. I’m drawing her to the edge of insanity, her body quaking as she fists the sheets and hangs on for dear life.

“Come for me, baby…” I drawl with a mouthful of her slick on my tongue, the vibrations of my voice spreading on her folds and driving her wild. She rocks her hips on my face, and I plunge two fingers between her aching hole just as she screams and fills my eardrums with the sound effects of her climax.

Her eyes are full of tears as she stares at me, riding out her high on two fingers that I use to fuck her. But it’s not enough. I’m too greedy, needing to feel her on my throbbing cock. Using my free hand, I remove my shorts and grab my rigid erection, then replace my fingers with my thick cock. She’s practically screaming as I sink deep between her walls, which hug me as if her body was made distinctly for me.

“Stryker…” she gasps when I lay on top of her, my weight pinning her to the bed as I let every last inch become immersed inside her womanhood. It feels so complete, I pause for a moment without moving, letting her tight walls become acquainted with the thickness of my cock.

“Camilla…” I rasp against her lips, my appetite becoming so sated and soothed that I need this moment to catch my breath. When she stares at me with that innocent glow in her eyes, I know that she’s just given me the gift of her virtue.

Honored to receive that gift, I drop my head at the crevice of her neck and sigh. I begin to languidly thrust, only quickening the pace when she rocks her hips, and I’m certain that she’s comfortable enough to take a good pounding.

“Please…” she mewls as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Please, Stryker…”

She’s begging with tears sprouting from her eyes, desperately wanting me to fuck her harder. I comply willingly, craving the friction and needing to fill her with my seed as each thrust takes us further toward the height of our unity.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her onto my lap as I sit upright, bucking my hips up into her as I guide her to ride my cock. I crush her lips, drinking in her moans as her walls tighten and milk me into coming deep inside her. The floodgates of her climax open, and warmth spreads over my cock as she moans and comes all over me.

I release her lips, our foreheads connecting as our breaths come out in hot pants, mingling in the air between our faces. She giggles, her eyelids growing heavy, and I gently lay her back down before pulling her into a spoon and allowing her to drift off into sleep. In my arms, where she’s the most protected, she sighs contentedly, permitting me to follow.