29. Binds

29

Binds

G od, why didn't I take advantage of Cameron's shower sooner? I spend over an hour letting the hot water pelt my skin from the rain shower overhead while contemplating the last few hours' events. The steam calms my nerves, and when I step out of Cameron's bathroom, attached to his bedroom, I feel like a new person.

There's a knock at the door, and I hold his white fluffy towel around me as I crack it open. Cameron's nowhere, but my eyes fall to the floor to find a pile of folded grey clothes and a plate of bacon and eggs. I stand in the doorway, questioning if I should heed Cameron's orders about staying in his room all day or venture into the living space. I decide I still need more time alone, grab the items off the floor, and head back into the room.

I slip on the grey tank top and black biker shorts, trying not to spend too much brainpower wondering where Cameron got them from. Could they be left over from an ex? Why does the thought make me want to rip them off my body and burn his house to the ground? It must be a side effect of my new "powers" and the Blood Moon tonight; at least, that's what I'm choosing to believe. It's not like I can be jealous of Cameron having past lovers. He did yank off my clothes that reeked of Jack, a man I fucked just a few days ago.

God, my life is a mess.

I decide to focus my attention on my powers. I'm usually skeptical about the paranormal, but I'm starting to take Cameron at face value. Even though I hate to admit it, it seems to be the only plausible explanation for why I caused his injuries and the earthquakes that seem to follow my strong emotions. Maybe when he tells me the truth about my parents, I'll actually believe him.

I work on lifting Cameron's furniture to test my strength. I'm surprised that I can get his dresser off the ground a tiny bit without pulling a muscle, but my abilities don't seem ground-breaking. I wouldn't even place at a muscleman competition. Could I even call this sudden burst of strength a power? It just seems like I'm in better shape. Maybe being near Cameron triggers the results. That's the only time I've been able to do anything unexplainable or feel the buzz of energy running through my veins.

Looking at his bedside clock, I realize several hours have passed. I'm not tired even though I've exerted more energy than I have in a while, but I could go for something to eat. I press my ear against his door. I'm unsure if I hear Cameron, but it sounds like a wild animal struggling. Could other werewolves have come over? I open the door just enough to throw my voice. "Cameron?" I call.

"Don't come out here." He doesn't sound the same, but I sense it's him. I'm not sure if it's his smell or something more. God, am I going to start sniffing butts soon? I fucking hate this werewolf shit.

"Stay in the room," he says in a pained tone, chains rustling in the background.

"Are you okay?" A fear for his safety overtakes me, and I step into his living room. "What the fuck?" I exclaim as my eyes assess the scene before me. Cameron is chained to the wooden pillar in the far corner of his living room. He barely looks like himself anymore. Hair covers every inch of him, and his face is more animal than human. He's shirtless, only wearing grey sweatpants. His muscled chest and torso still look human but enhanced—bulging with muscles .

His eyes catch mine, and he yelps. He struggles with his hands chained behind his back as if his body isn't his own. "Get back in the room now."

My heart beats rapidly, and my brain separates from my body. It's like I can hear my blood thickening and pumping through my veins—a warm rush floods my core, and my skin prickles with goosebumps. My feet move on their own, bringing me closer to the beast. I have no idea what's going on, but for some reason, seeing him like this, almost completely in his werewolf form, makes me want to drop to my knees before him. "Cameron," I say breathlessly, moving closer to him. "What's going on? Why do I feel this way?"

He throws his head back against the wooden pillar. "Fuck! Red, I told you to stay in your room. It's the Blood Moon. I can't control myself fully, especially not around you."

"Well, I don't think I can either." I'm inches away from him now. I reach out my hand to touch his chest.

He hisses as if I'm branding him. "I thought this could happen. I'm sorry, Red. Just stop and go back to your room."

I run my hands up and down his chest. The feel of him under my fingertips nearly sends me into a spiral. Energy surges through me. I lean into his ear and whisper. "I can't, and I don't want to." I bring my lips to his furry skin, kissing down his neck.

He moans. "Fuck, Red."

"I want you," I say. I'm aware I'm not completely in control of my body. A part of me knows that if I tried hard enough, I could stop myself. There's still an ounce of reserve in me where, if I focused all my energy, I could fling myself back into his room and stop this, but that's the last thing I want to do. I've never thought I'd be so attracted to a monster, but seeing Cameron like this makes me want to fuck him until there's nothing left of me.

I bring my lips to his, sliding my tongue over his bared fangs. He gives into me, and his tongue—much larger than normal––slides from his mouth and into mine. My hands wander over his body, feeling the rock-hard muscle under the coarse fur. I press myself against him, even as my hands trail lower and lower until I reach the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Red," he says with a growl, warning coating the word.

"I want to feel you."

He yanks at his chains, his muscles straining from under me. "I can't…I can't control myself, but God, I want this so bad."

I dive my hand in, sucking in a big gulp of air as I feel his length, hard and impressively large under my fingertips. A gurgled moan mixed with a growl escapes Cameron, and I catch as his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

The power surging through me grows brighter now. I don't know if it's my abilities or if just watching Cameron—a monster, helpless to my touch makes me feel like I could rule the world. My fingers trail from the tip of him, lightly grazing over his bugling veins as I drop my touch lower and lower. When I reach his base, I gasp. My eyes shoot open to Cameron's watching me. "I'm not like a normal man. I have extra parts." His tone is apologetic.

"I don't want normal." I caress the two bulges, wetness flooding me as I do. "What is this?" I whisper in his ear.

"It's my knot."

Of course. I know what a knot is. I wouldn't think something like this would do it for me, but I grind my hips against his leg, unable to contain my arousal.

He catches his voice. "This is why we need to stop. I can't control myself, and once I start I…"

"Shhh," I bring my finger to his lips. "Don't worry about me. I'm a big girl." I kiss down his jaw, his fur scraping against my skin, as I lather my palm in the wetness at his tip before stroking down slowly until I reach his knot. My mind races for what it would feel like to have it inside after he releases—the tissue filling until solid and unable to be removed from me. The thought seems so intimate— so erotic that all my brain can focus on is making this newfound fantasy become my reality.

He shudders again, and my mouth waters. I drop to my knees and pull his sweatpants down until all of him is exposed. He's glorious. His cock stands proudly—so hard I'm sure it won't take much to have him sputtering out of control. The thought of making this monster lose himself sends another wave of power through my veins and to my pussy.

I bring my lips to his tip, kissing it gently. He growls, the sound shaking the windows around us as he pulls against his binds. Wood cracks from the force, but he's still chained. "Fuck, why didn't I use silver?" he mutters to himself, but I can't focus on his words. All my attention drives to the fullness of my mouth, and I roll my lips down his length.

His hips thrust into me, encouraging me to go deeper. I gag, realizing he's too large for me to take him. I wrap one hand around him, stroking in tempo with my mouth. My other hand sinks into myself, my wetness soaking my hand and making me slide through myself easily.

"Red," he yells. "I'm so close."

His words encourage me, and I increase the tempo of my strokes, both on his dick and on my cunt, pivoting my attention to my clit so I can reach my edge with him. I want him to come inside of me, even if it's just my mouth at first. I crave the taste of him running down my throat. All I can think about is his knot hardening—his body wanting nothing more than to stay inside of me—to breed me.

The wood creaks again, and his chains clink together as he roars, releasing warmth into me and filling my mouth until I swallow. My hand darts to his knot—now solid. I wrap my hand around the twin rocks, imagining what it would feel like against the walls of my cunt. My pleasure barrels through me at the thought. I cry out, not releasing the pressure on either of us until I've emptied every last drop.

Before my body even slackens, Cameron's words break through my euphoric trance. "Red, you need to leave now." He's more urgent than before. "I'm about to break through these chains. The Blood Moon is only an hour away."

I wonder if he feels what I feel because even as my orgasm passes, urgency fills me again as if I haven't found my release for ages. Sure enough, when I glance down, Cameron's length stands tall, eager for me to climb on and fill me again.

My mouth and pussy water, but Cameron's words stop me from reaching for him. "Red, no. We need to stop. I want you. It pains me, but I can't control myself. We still don't know your true power. We cannot let this be our first time. "

My release must swat away some of my fog because I register his words. I understand what he's trying to tell me, even as my body urges me to give in to my desires. I stand, and as I step away from him, my head clears even more.

"It's going to be even more difficult for you tonight." His words are tortured. "Go to the cabinet. Get the bottle of brandy and finish it. Knock yourself out."

I nod, stepping back further and looking around like I had just been transported to an alien planet. "What about you?" I ask.

"I'll be fine. I tested this chain and pillar last year. I should be fine if you aren't in the room. But you need to go. Now!"

I sprint to the kitchen before I have a second to let the fog take over, pulling out the half-full bottle of brandy and rushing toward his room. I shut and lock the door behind me, falling to the floor and bringing the bottle to my lips, taking a large swig.

The liquid burns my throat, and I close my eyes as I will it to blur my thoughts. My chest heaves, and I rest my head against the closed door before taking another gulp. The warm caress of the liquid starts to numb my senses, but I'm not foolish enough to stop drinking. I'm going to need a hell of a lot more alcohol to stop myself from escaping my room and fucking a werewolf until I turn to mush.