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thirteen

MOLLY

When my shoulders had officially turned to mush under Cam’s skilled hands, I rolled to my back again and grabbed the TV remote off the nightstand beside the bed. There was a television on the wall, and watching a movie seemed safer than talking to Cameron anymore.

He didn’t exactly have anything comforting to say.

I turned a movie on, and he didn’t protest against it as I did.

When I scooted back to lean against the bed’s wooden headboard, however, I discovered my conundrum.

There were only two pillows, and Cam had already tucked both of them behind his back.

“You’re an asshole,” I said, slumping against the rough, hard wood as the movie started.

“A clever asshole.”

I flipped him off.

“Don’t tempt me, Lolli.”

He relaxed against both of his gigantic pillows while I tried to ignore my discomfort.

A few minutes into the movie, my lower back was too tight to remain where I was. I finally plopped down on the mattress on my stomach, propping my face up with my hands.

Cam tugged my towel down the back of my thighs, and my foot kicked out of its own volition, ready to defend me.

He caught my ankle quickly. “Easy, Loll. I didn’t think you wanted me staring up your towel while you watched the movie, so I pulled it down. That’s all.”

My face flushed.

Wetness gathered between my thighs.

“Thanks,” I finally said, not looking back at him.

Making eye contact would only make me hornier. Or more embarrassed.

Or both.

“Mmhm.” He dragged his thumb over the outside of my ankle slowly before he released it.

I pressed my knees together as I lowered my feet to the mattress.

Cam’s hand landed lightly on the back of my thigh, and though my hips arched slightly, I didn’t tell him to move it.

His touch was warm, and his hand felt ridiculously good. It was far enough down that I didn’t think he was going to try to feel me up or anything.

“For the record,” he said, as I finally tried to focus on the movie. “I’m more than willing to share my pillow setup. No asking required.”

I rolled my eyes.

I made it another twenty minutes before my neck hurt too much to stay where I was.

It was time to accept defeat.

Cam had outsmarted me.

And I was still wet between my thighs, despite the old superhero movie playing on the screen. It didn’t help that every time they showed a sexy man, I was reminded of how much hotter Cameron was.

Reminded of how I’d been plastered to his shirtless body, riding his cock through our clothes, too.

With a sigh, I finally lifted myself off the mattress and positioned my side against his. He was in the middle of the pillows, and as expected, didn’t scoot over to make extra space for me.

He did roll onto his side, though, making it easy for me to press my hip against his abs as I tried to get comfortable.

His fingers slipped into my hair as I watched the movie. They felt so damn good on my scalp, massaging lightly, that I didn’t tell him to stop.

After a few minutes, his nose brushed my cheek as he dipped his head toward my ear and murmured, “Your towel rode up again. Want me to fix it for you?”

My head jerked upward, and I saw the edge of it pulled up to my bare hip. My core was still covered, just barely, but one of my arms was trapped beneath a pillow. The other was folded up over my chest, holding the towel over my breasts so it wouldn’t get pinned between me and Cam.

“Fine,” I said.

My eyes followed his fingers down my front, and my core squeezed tightly at the sight of his hand so close to where I wanted it.

I tried to refocus on the movie as he let go of the towel, but my mind remained on him.

And what we’d done on the beach.

And what I knew about mating.

“Kyle said a mate bond is formed with magic and sex,” I said, when I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. The movie was still playing, but that superhero didn’t hold a candle to the gorgeous fae beside me.

Literally , when you factored in Cam’s fire.

“If you want answers about that, you’re going to have to tell me which of the men you let touch you.” He lowered his lips to my ear and caught my lobe between his teeth, tugging lightly at the single piercing there.

My body clenched again. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s absolutely fair. I deserve to know how many males I need to erase from your memory with my hands, mouth, and cock.”

I squeezed my thighs together tighter.

The soft growl that followed told me Cam could smell how much his words had turned me on.

His fingers tightened in my hair, his other hand landing on my thigh again.

This time, it slid upward just enough to make me squeeze my legs together more tightly.

“You’re drenched for me, Lollipop. I can smell it. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll do the same for you.”

I let out an unsteady breath.

“That’s not a good enough deal,” I said. “What else will you give me?”

“What do you want?”

The words brought me back to the beach, and the time he bargained for a hug.

“My own pillow,” I lied.

He chuckled. “Are you sure?” His hand slid higher, the side of his palm nearly brushing my aching core.

“Positive.”

His teeth tugged my ear lightly. “Alright. You first.”

I sucked in a breath as he moved his hand again. My clit was nearly throbbing with need. It was driving me insane.

“None of them touched me,” I finally said, closing my eyes in an attempt to regain control of my body. “I didn’t let any of them.”

He rumbled.

The sound was hot, carnal satisfaction. “Good girl.”

My hips arched.

Having him so close to touching me, but so far, was torture .

“A mate bond begins with penetrative sex,” he said, his lips brushing my earlobe again as he spoke. His thumb dragged slowly over the front of my thigh, making my hips jerk. “My cock will enter you, when you’re good and wet for me. I’ll be much bigger than the human males you were with years ago. It will take time to adjust. When I’ve filled you entirely, we will exchange vows. The words are simple, but powerful. ‘I am yours’ . Our shared release following the vows will give you a portion of my magic. The bond will be permanent after that, but the actual change from human to fae is a process that will take a few weeks. Three to four, usually. Sometimes longer. Sometimes shorter.”

“What’s the process?” I asked, tensing as I waited for him tell me that it required pain, or blood, or some kind of sacrifice.

His lips curved upward.

His thumb dragged over the front of my thigh again, making me arch a little more.

“Your body won’t be prepared to take your whole portion of my power at once. The first time we’re together after the vows will ignite the change, but you’ll need more magic to fuel it when you’ve burned through what I’ve given you. The need will feel similar to hunger as you become fae. Lust will set in when you need more of my magic, and we’ll fuck until you have what you need.”

I let out a long breath. “Wow. Can’t say I was expecting that.”

He chuckled.

“The other guys did proposition me, though. Having sex with them wouldn’t have started a bond, would it?” I asked.

“No. The vows come first. You have to choose to take a mate before he can give you his power.”

Give me his power… with his cock.

Fantastic.

I squeezed my thighs together, and the motion forced his hand just a little higher. The edge of his pinky was up against my clit. Though the touch was light, it made me want more.

“What’s the point of the pheromones, then?” I asked, my voice wobbling a bit.

“Your body was created to be fae, it just lacks the magic needed to get there. The pheromones tell us that you’re ready to change.”

Right.

“So after the game is over, what happens? I choose… someone… and we go back to their house and have a lot of sex?”

“The Society purchased a large beach house on an island not far from here. It’ll be ours for the week following the end of the game. The first week of the change is supposed to be the most intense. After that, it’s manageable.”

“How will I change, exactly?”

“My magic will be equally yours. You’ll burn with fire, in here.” He freed his hands from between my thighs, trailing it up the front of my towel until he tapped the center of my chest.

My legs clenched tighter.

“You’ll develop wings, here.” His hand slid beneath my shoulders, lightly tracing a line over my spine. “Shifting back to human form will take time. You’ll slowly transition to your fae form as the change occurs, and there’s no way to switch back until after it’s through. Even then, it will be difficult. It’s usually two to three months before you can see this version of yourself in the mirror again.”

“What does it feel like to have wings?”

“Powerful.”

A shiver rolled down my spine.

His lips curved upward. “Sensual, too. You’ll like it, Lolli.”

“How is it sensual?”

“Wings are erogenous zones. They make you stronger, but expose you as well.”

“Can I feel yours?”

“Of course.” He didn’t bother sitting up. A moment later, his wings were spread out behind us, his horns curving off his head. “You know how my body will react.”

I warmed with the reminder of the way I’d touched his wings on the beach. His cock had throbbed hard beneath me.

He could smell how much I wanted him, so it wouldn’t kill him to deal with an erection.

Reaching out, I dragged my fingertips lightly over the silken feathers of his gorgeous, golden wings. He tensed beneath me, his grip on my hair tightening.

His free hand landed on my abdomen over the towel, and pressed down lightly as if he was trying to stop himself from touching me.

“Are the cameras watching?” I whispered.

“I’m sure they are,” he gritted out. “There are no blinds to cover the windows. I checked.”

“Maybe we should pull the blanket over us?”

He got it out from beneath us, covering our bodies with it from my breasts down even though we both still had towels on.

When he moved, his erection brushed my hip, hard and thick.

“You didn’t walk around naked on the beach,” I said, my hand still on his wing.

“Didn’t want to make you drool, or put a target on my back just because I’ve got the biggest package.”

I snorted, and he winked.

“Are they more sensitive at your back or closer to the tip?” I asked, moving my fingers to the place they connected to his back.

“Tip.”

I started making my way over, and his body grew stiffer beneath mine.

His grip on my hair tightened even more. It was almost painful—but surprisingly enough, I liked the feeling.

“Easy,” he gritted out, as I touched the feathers there.

“Why? Are you close to losing control?” I leaned against his erection lightly.

It was bigger than it had been a minute earlier.

Much bigger.

It had already popped free of the towel. If I moved mine, we’d be bare together.

“Closer than I should be when I can smell your unfulfilled need.”

He wasn’t wrong there.

I was soaked.

But I wanted to push him just a little further, so I rolled onto my side and draped half my body over his. Pressing my thigh over his massive cock, I reached for his horns.

He growled, low and warning. “If your breasts break free of that towel, I will have to fuck them with my mouth. Cameras be damned.”

My body flushed.

My desire dripped down my thigh, wetting his erection, and he swore viciously.

I finally touched the tips of his horns, my towel falling open as I did.

A snarl erupted from his chest.

In a heartbeat, he had me rolled over and pinned to my back.

My towel was open wide, my bare body covered by both his and the blanket.

His erection was between my thighs, the thick length of it pressed against my center.

“You are mine , Lolli. Do you understand?”

The intensity of the words finally registered. He’d said them before—but I hadn’t known about the mating process.

Now that I did?

I knew he was bringing up the bond.

The permanent mate bond.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, and his eyes absolutely blazed.

It wasn’t a vow.

He wasn’t inside me, like he would have to be for that to happen.

But it was a reminder of what was to come. As much as I’d fought it, and as much as I’d been hurt, we both knew there was no alternative for me.

I was his.

And he was going to be mine.

Our gazes were locked.

He lowered his mouth to one of my breasts and said against me, “This is mine.”

“Yours.”

He slowly traced a circle around my nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Our eyes remained locked as he dragged his tongue over the next breast, before trailing down my abdomen. His horns held the blanket high enough to keep me exposed for him, but low enough that the cameras couldn’t see our bodies through the windows.

When he finally brushed a kiss to my clit, his eyes still hot and heavy, he said again, “ Mine .”

“Yours,” I breathed.

His tongue traced a slow circle around my clit, but I couldn’t watch that.

I was too busy watching the lust in his eyes.

He licked and teased, dragging me to the edge of a climax and pausing while I panted and rocked, desperate for release. “When you come on my mouth,” he said, his lips brushing my clit. “You’ll come knowing that you belong to me for the rest of our immortal lives, Lollipop. Understand?”

“Yes.” I was too close to unraveling to even consider saying anything else.

His lips curved upward slowly.

And he finally focused on my clit again.

I cried out, bucking and arching as he brought me the release I so desperately needed. The pleasure rolled all the way from my head and to my toes—and I wanted more.

Needed more.

Cameron sucked on the inside of my thigh as I came down from the climax, panting hard. “I’m not risking putting your pleasure on camera anymore. If you need to get off again before the end of the game, or the end of the night, you do so in my arms. While I conceal you from watching eyes.”

“I don’t need to come again,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.

“You want to.” He climbed out from beneath the blanket and tucked my bare body against his chest. His cock was rock hard, but he didn’t ask me to take care of it. “Which is just as valid as a need in my book.”

“I haven’t gotten you off,” I countered. “You want to, don’t you?”

“Not as much as I want to feel you climax against me again.”

I scowled. “Cam.”

He chuckled. “I’ve waited four years for this, Lolli. I can wait four more days for the release I want.”

“I thought wants were just as important as needs.”

“Yours are.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Mine are better suited for waiting until after the cameras are gone.”

“If you’re not getting off, then I’m not either,” I warned.

“Stubborn woman.” He kissed me lightly.

“If we’re not fucking tonight,” I said, “Then you’d better give me more details about the Society. Where they’re located. Where we’d be expected to live if we seal the bond.”

“ After we’ve sealed the bond.” He didn’t like hearing me talk like it was still just a possibility.

“After,” I corrected myself.

There was no point in playing games anymore.

He’d won, and we both knew it.