33. Never Enough

33

Never Enough

I push him away. "Stop."

Hurt floods his eyes as he reaches for me, but I swim around him, making my way to shore.

"Red, I can't help it."

"I don't want to hear it. I can't deal with this right now." It's all too much. I just found out I have werewolf powers, my childhood best friend and brief lover is a psychopath, and my parents were murdered by a group of people I share ancestry with. My life is in danger. Now isn't the time to fling myself into a lifelong romance. I' m not sure of the specifics of what he claims between us, but it's like some ancient and powerful part of me beats in my chest, telling me everything I need to know. It's too much—too much for a girl like me who plans to return to New York if I ever make it out of here alive. Seconds ago, a part of me hoped I could be more to him than just a fling, but I can tell this is much more than anything I had in mind.

He grabs my arm, twisting me toward him. "Do you even understand what I'm saying to you?" His fingers tighten around my forearms, and his mouth hardens into a line. Fire and fury blaze behind his eyes.

I match his expression, furious that he could possibly be angry with me right now. "No, and I don't want to know!"

He pulls me closer to him, staring me down and pressing me against his chest. "Why don't you want to know?"

"I just…" I look away from him, tears clouding my vision.

He grabs my chin, yanking my attention to him. "No, tell me. Tell me what you feel."

"It's too much, Cameron. I feel too much." My tears escape.

"No, it's not enough. It will never be enough." He crashes his lips into mine, grabbing the back of my head and keeping me in place.

I don't give in at first, keeping my body rigid, but that spark—that damn spark, and the smell of him, and the taste of him. I melt with a sigh, opening up and letting his tongue explore the inside of my mouth. My hands roam over his chest, covered by his wet T-shirt, even if he doesn't give me room to feel for much.

It's barely been a few seconds of our embrace before he pulls away, crouching down and swinging me into his arms. The second away from his lips is too much, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me again as he walks us away from the spring and toward the cave.

He kneels, placing me on the sleeping bag. I sit on my elbows, watching him rip his T-shirt off. His muscles line his entire chest, darkened by the shadows, and trail into a V above the waistline of his jeans. I run my tongue along my lip, the anticipation of the taste of him killing me.

"Take your clothes off." His voice startles me back to the moment.

I contemplate for a second. Should I be a brat and put up a fight? Or should I do what he says to get my bare skin against him sooner? Apparently, the contemplation is too much. He falls over me, holding himself up with his outstretched arms. "Did you hear me, mate? I said take off your clothes, or I'll swallow you whole."

I furrow my brow. "I'm not your mate." Even as I say it, my body welcomes him, my breath heavies, and I puff out my chest .

"Do you need me to show you? My knot, it's only there for you."

The mention of his knot makes my mouth water. I unbuckle his pants and reach down his underwear to feel him, keeping my eyes glued to his.

"Fuck," he mutters before clenching his eyes and letting his head fall to his chest as I fit my fingers around him, stroking him down until I reach his base, stopping there to feel that part of him—that part that will tie me to him. My mind races with what it will feel like to have them fully hardened inside of me, sealing his come inside of me—making me his.

"Do you know what this means? If we do this, there's no turning back."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Do you have a choice, Red? Fuck. Yes, you have a choice." He pushes himself away from me, and my hand slips from him, but he doesn't lose my gaze. "My primal instinct wants to take you regardless, but I'm stronger than that. I know you feel this, too, and I'm tired of you hiding from it. I'm tired of you acting like you don't want to be locked in my bedroom or you don't want to be bound to me forever. I'll push you to your edge, but if you don't want this—I stop. Fate might have decided we are destined for each other, but you still have a say. Say the word, and I'll stop. "

My eyes tear again. Maybe I wasn't terrified of the connection between Cameron and me. Maybe I knew since the moment I laid eyes on him that it was him and no one else, regardless of how hard I tried to ignore it. Maybe the real part that terrifies me is the choice. When I hear the word mate, it means life partners—predestined and unquestionable.

"Is this what you want?" I ask. "Me? Or is it just what your body says you need?" I ask for an answer from him as much as I ask myself.

He lowers himself again, millimeters away from my lips. "I want all of you, Red. I want your fire, your sarcasm, your drive. You're a pain in the ass, but I've always enjoyed pain. I'll admit, I don't know you as much as I'd like to, but I have forever to figure you out. No part of me wishes you were different."

His words melt into my pores, turning me from the inside out. I meet his lips with mine, yanking his body closer to me. I pull away and bring my lips to his ears. "I want this. I'm done fighting it."

It's as if my words flipped a switch, turning man into animal. His kisses deepen, and his hands stretch my tank top until it tears down the middle, and he pushes it away—exposing my breasts. He reaches for me, palming one breast—my nipples pebbling. He moans and moves down my body to suck on the other. "Your skin—I need to lick all of you."

Every word, every touch—my veins thicken, and the blood that flows inside heats. Power radiates from my fingertips. Too many feelings assault my nerve endings: the lust, the power, the need. I'm on the brink of something great, and the anticipation rushes through me like electricity.

I tug at his hair as his licks roam lower down my body, peppering kisses on my stomach. When he reaches my shorts, he grabs the bottom, tugging them off my body. His mouth hovers over my seam, and he breathes me in. "God, Red, your scent. It's fucking intoxicating. I might come just from the scent of you."

And I might just come from that sentence, but I will myself to hold off. I need to feel all of him. I need him inside of me—filling me and making me his.

His tongue dances down my cunt, teasing me as if he's savoring his meal. I buck against him, needing the friction. He applies more pressure, pushing his tongue inside me and lapping slowly. I cry, the pleasure swirling around in bright colors behind my eyelids.

He picks up his head, and I gasp from the loss of contact. "I've never been a religious man, but God, could I worship every inch of you. "

His words entice another moan from me. "God, just fuck me already." I cry, loving the way he's enjoying me but urgently needing my release.

"Not yet. I'm taking my time with you. I've waited my whole life for my mate." He brings his head back down to my cunt, pushing my legs wide and swirling his tongue through me. He takes long, slow, delicious licks, but I need more. I grind against him, urging him to my clit. His fingers tightened on my hip bones, and he pushed me down. Power surges through me, and I know that I could overcome his strength if I used all my might, but even though my body begs for more, I can't deny that I would love his desire to ring me out until I'm desperate.

"Cameron, please," I cry, tugging at his hair to emphasize my point.

I feel his grin against my cunt as he shakes his head slightly. He focuses his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He inserts a finger inside of me, fucking me with his hand in tempo with his strokes.

It doesn't take long before I'm barreling toward my orgasm, the walls of my pussy clenching around his fingers. "Oh, God." I cry out. He barely waits a second before he crawls up my body, his scruff scrapping below my ear. "I'm your God now. I only want to hear my name on your lips."

I grin, turning my head to face him. "Well, Lord and Savior, please, for the love of Cameron, fuck me already. "

This time, the smile against my neck holds more point. He scrapes his fangs down my neck, and the slight pain pulls a cry of pleasure from me. I wrap my legs around him, and his dick slides through my wetness. My body begs for release again as if my orgasm didn't even happen. I angle my hips, urging him to thrust inside of me.

His tip meets me, and he stops, his body shuddering. "I don't want to hurt you," he says as if the hesitation is killing him.

I bite down on his neck, my teeth sinking into his skin. When I pull away, I notice the marks. My teeth have turned into fangs. Cameron cries out, and I whisper into his ear. "You're not the only one who enjoys pain."

That's all he needs. He pounds into me—so forcefully that it rattles my skull. "Fuck," I yell, holding onto him as his thrusts deepen.

"This won't last long," he says between labored breaths.

It won't last long for me either. The feel of his cock hitting the back of me—filling me, throbbing with the need to release—it's all too much. This knot stretches me out at my opening. There's pain in the stretching, but it's so deliciously good that I can't help but wish for more—anticipating the feel of his knot fully hardened inside of me. "Cameron, my God," I yell, throwing my head back.

"That's right, my mate. I am your god, and you are mine. "

My body clenches around him. Heat explodes from the back of my eyes, and my mind focuses. I gasp, the feeling of my orgasm doubles. Cameron cries out, and his warmness coats the inside of me. I feel it. Not just what it's doing to me, but I feel it from his perspective. "Cameron!" I cry, barely able to get the words out, on the brink of passing out from so much pleasure. "I feel you. I feel what you feel." His knot swells, growing inside and gluing him to me. The pain heightens, and for good measure, I tug against him just to see what will happen. I barely move an inch. We're completely connected. I pull him closer, running my hands down his back, reveling in the feeling. I've never felt so full, so complete, so wanted.

Cameron's head rests at my side as he gathers his breath. He finally rises to his elbows to loom over me, shock riddled across his face.

"What?" I ask with a smile. Nothing could damper my mood at this moment.

He studies me, his eyes darting over mine. "Red, your eyes. They're glowing."