Nate

H eat radiated from Cameron as we kissed.

I could actually feel her temperature rise as my tongue slid against hers.

I pulled Cameron onto my lap, and she straddled me, grinding against my already rock-hard erection.

Our breaths mingled in heavy gasps and hungry moans.

My cock strained against my jeans, like a sentient creature begging to be set free.

I wanted her. My body, soul, and wolf yearned to make her mine. Like a man wandering in the desert and desperate for water, I was desperate for Cameron.

My wolf let out a snarl that was pure, carnal need.

Carnal, yes, but something more than that.

I needed her in a way I couldn’t even fathom.

Everything about Cameron—from her scent to the way she laughed—filled me with desire and something even deeper than that.

Something that was, quite honestly, terrifying.

But in a good way. I’d never met a woman I couldn’t say no to, couldn’t walk away from, couldn’t forget about.

Now, with Cameron? That wouldn’t be possible.

I needed to do all I could to make sure I never left her side.

Cameron rocked against me, and a hungry sigh escaped my lips. “Do you like that?” she whispered as she twisted her hips, grinding against my cock.

“Fuck, yes.” I pressed my lips to her neck, sucking the tender flesh beneath her ear.

Before she could say more, I stood, lifting her as I did. Cam gave a little squeal of surprise, but I dug my fingers into her ass and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. My dick throbbed in my pants, aching to be free.

Tossing her on the bed, I dragged off my shirt, then fell on her like a starving man presented with a buffet. I trailed kisses down her throat and across her clothed breasts.

“I want you naked,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs.

The heat of her pussy warmed my palm even through her pants. Licking my lips at the thought of her taste, I began to undo her pants. Cameron whimpered in anticipation and scrambled to take her top and bra off. Within seconds, she was gloriously naked before me.

The heat of her intoxicated me as I glided my fingers across her wet opening. Cameron gasped and arched her back as I thrust a single finger deep into her.

Placing a hand on her stomach, I pushed her back down and fucked her with my hand. She reached up and slid her hands across my abs and chest.

“I want you inside me,” she whimpered.

I put my finger against her lips. “You lie there and be a good girl. Let me take care of you.”

“Oh, fuck ,” she groaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

I draped her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her soaking wet pussy.

Her groans morphed into inarticulate and nonsensical words as I devoured her.

Her swollen, throbbing clit pressed against my upper lip, and when I circled my tongue around it, she thrust her hips up toward me.

I wrapped my lips around the delicate nub of flesh and sucked, thrusting two fingers into her at the same time.

“Oh, God.” Cam lifted her head off the bed to stare down at me while I worked at her. When I glanced up, her face was red, veins standing out on her throat, an expression of abject pleasure written on her features.

My cock was so hard, it bordered on painful, but I didn’t care.

Our connection at that moment pushed everything else away.

The fight we’d had was temporarily forgotten, the danger we were in had vanished.

All that remained was us and the pursuit of pleasure.

I was going to make damn sure this was a night she wouldn’t forget.

I wanted her to be a trembling puddle of bliss.

I wanted to make her scream with orgasm after orgasm.

I sucked her clit harder and curled my fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot. Her legs clamped around my head, and her body shuddered beneath me.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, thrusting her hips toward my face in a chaotic rhythm.

I hummed against her and increased the pressure. Cameron cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as she came.

While she lay there, skin flushed, body twitching, I stood and kicked my shoes off, then took my jeans down. My dick sprang free, hard as a rock, and ready.

Looking down at her, I nudged her legs apart. “Now we can really get started,” I said as I nestled between her thighs.

His eyes went wide as I slammed my full length into her.

The wet heat of her clenched around me as I filled her until my balls pressed against her ass.

Cameron threw her head back, only managing a few shuddering breaths as I began to thrust into her.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I pulled her toward me, our skin slapping together as I plunged into her.

Her bouncing breasts mesmerized me, and I leaned down, sucking her left nipple into my mouth. Cameron ran her hands through my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp. My inner wolf growled and thrashed in excitement, enjoying the taste of her in a carnal way I could barely describe.

Cameron tensed, her legs quivering, and raked her nails across my back.

“Kiss me while you come,” I said, my voice barely more than a gruff whisper.

She surged up and captured my lips. When she came, it was so powerful that she couldn’t keep kissing me.

Her mouth fell open, and a shout of pleasure erupted from her throat.

I grinned against her skin. Nothing had ever sounded so good.

Taking my cue from her, I picked up my pace.

She was drenched, soaking and dripping down my cock.

“More,” Cameron muttered through gritted teeth. “Harder, Nate.”

“God, you’re amazing.”

Grinning, I flipped her over onto her belly and buried myself in her from behind.

Sliding my hands beneath her, I cupped both breasts as I fucked her, my own release still some distance away.

I was enjoying this—no, I was loving it.

If I could have gone on forever, I would have.

An eternity of making Cameron come sounded like heaven to me.

Pressing my face to the back of her neck, I breathed in her scent. The combination of sweat, shampoo, and her own distinct smell made my head spin.

“Come for me again, baby,” I moaned. “Take it like a good girl.”

“Oh my fucking God,” Cameron cried out, her voice muffled by the sheets. A moment later, her pussy clenched around me as she came on my cock.

Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust harder and faster. The full length of my dick glided in and out of her, slick with her wetness. It was my turn now. My chance to allow her to make me come. The desire and thrill of it was almost more than I could stand.

“Can I come inside you?”

“ God, yes,” she grunted. “Come in me, Nate. I want it.”

“ Fuck ,” I moaned, drawing the word out as I crashed into her.

Tension formed deep in my balls, each thrust making it expand further up my cock and into my pelvis. Sweat streamed off my body and mixed with Cameron’s as my chest slipped over her back.

“I’m coming!” I cried as ecstasy started to explode through me.

Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through me as I spilled into her. Cameron lifted her ass up to meet my final thrusts, milking every last ounce from my body. Within seconds, I finished and collapsed beside her, my body covered in sweat and heaving as I panted.

For several moments, Cameron lay there, face down and breathing heavily. Finally, she turned her head. “That was amazing.”

I patted her ass lightly as I drew in huge gulps of breath. “It was.”

Rolling toward her, I kissed her again. This kiss was more tender, less frenzied than what had come before. A tender and emotional connection that seemed to drag on forever. We lay like that for a long time, kissing and touching each other. Somehow, madly, I felt my cock stir again.

“Come here,” I whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Cameron said, then glanced down at my hardening cock.

Without answering, I pulled her on top of me and entered her again.

“Jesus,” Cameron gasped.

It wasn’t as frenzied or desperate this time.

We savored each other with tender touches and sweet kisses.

It was the closest we’d come to making love .

I needed her in a way I hadn’t ever needed anyone before.

It was like being with her completed me.

Made me whole. I wanted her, had to have her in every way I could imagine.

Anything to scratch the itch that clawed at my soul when she was around.

Cameron grinded her hips slowly against me. I wrapped my arms around her, splaying my hands on her back and kissing her as we moved together.

Even more than previously, the outside world vanished. She and I made up the entirety of reality. With an achingly drawn-out slowness, we both drew near a final and far more emotional climax.

“Look into my eyes,” I panted. “I want to look into your eyes when you come.”

Cameron raised her head and pinned her gorgeous dark eyes on mine.

Our bodies rocked together, but our eyes stayed locked together.

In a cascade of grunting and moaning, we came together.

The connection from that intense pleasure while looking into her eyes was intoxicating me, and even as I moved my hips to finish, my inner wolf let out a long howl of happiness.

At last, fully spent and exhausted, we collapsed against each other again.

“I can’t go again,” Cameron muttered against my chest. “You broke me.”

“Fair enough.” I pulled her against me and stroked her back. We dozed off for a while as our bodies recovered.

“What was it like to move to Canada from Mexico?” I asked hoarsely, wanting to know more about her life before I met her.