Page 56 of In the Shadows

Camilla shakes her head, the pink blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.

“What did you like most?”

Her breath catches in her throat as she considers what I’ve asked her. I’m by no means a good man, but this feels like a dick move even for me. But I’m desperate to hear what she likes, desperate to understand how I can make her explode like she did for them.

The brave woman who dropped to her knees without question has been replaced with the meek kitten I expected her to be when we first figured out who our houseguest really was. Camilla truly is full of surprises.

She takes a steadying breath and holds my gaze. “I liked when Bishop choked me,” she tells me, her voice even.

I groan and reach toward her, pinching one of her rosy pink nipples between my fingers. “Anything else?”

A small moan slips from her lips, and I shuffle forward slightly, giving me better access to her body. “The pain. I liked the pain.”

My lips quirk up into a smile as I try to shove down the possessive part of my mind telling me she really is perfect for us. It’s impossible to know that. Not when we’ve gone so easy on her so far. When Kovu gets his knife out and Kaos has her tied face down as he punishes her with a cane, perhaps we’ll have a better idea of just how well she’ll fit with us.

“Mm, that’s good, Little Menace,” I tell her as I lean forward and take her lips in a gentle caress. It goes against my nature to be anything but rough, and yet I find myself craving her soft and slow just the same way I do hard and fast. “Did Bishop whisper in your ear about what a good girl you were being?”

A shiver racks through her body, and her eyes flare with need. “Yes. I liked it a lot.”

I chuckle and dip a hand down to where her desperate pussy is waiting and moan the second my fingers make contact with her soaked panties. Fuck. “Were you a good little whore for them?”

Another tremor moves through her, and I can’t help but take her lips again, not needing an answer because her body gave me everything I needed from it.

I dip my fingers beneath the waistband of her simple white panties, and when I meet her bare pussy, a groan is torn from my throat. “This is awfully well maintained for a virgin.”

“I had it lasered last year,” she tells me. “Figured it was better to be prepared.”

Just when I think she can’t surprise me anymore.

I move my fingers lower and groan when I reach her soaking wet heat. She’s so fucking soft it should be illegal, and it takes every bit of control I have not to pin her to the floor and take her virginity right here and now. I’ve never seen the appeal of fucking a woman unprotected, but right now the thought of taking Camilla, of filling her full of my seed, of seeing her swell with my baby…fuck. It’s intoxicating. Things I’ve never thought of before bombard me, and I can barely see through the desperation to make a rational choice.

Bishop wasn’t exactly planned and was the result of a broken condom when I and his mother were fourteen. Way too young to be parents, and we had no money or family to help us. I’m surprised the need to knock up another woman can get past the memories of nursing a baby in the shitty one-bedroom apartment we shared and missing meals because we could only afford diapers or food, as the care of Bishop always took priority.

Until his mother got hooked on drugs, at least.

I don’t allow myself to get caught up in the memory as I reach for Camilla, dragging her into my lap where she’s unable to escape me.

Without pausing, I tear her panties from her body, enjoying the sound of fabric tearing and her surprised gaze as she stares up at me.

“I don’t have that many pairs,” Camilla reprimands me.

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Until I get on birth control, and then they’re banned, right?” she challenges.

I chuckle and steal her lips, desperate to have every part of her pressed against me. “Exactly right, Little Menace,” I murmur against her lips as I nip at the sensitive pillows.

I slide my hand between her thighs, and I’m met with her impossible softness. Holy shit, this woman is going to be the end of me. “Is your pretty little cunt desperate for me, Camilla?”

“Yes,” she gasps as I circle her clit with a single finger.

“Good girl.”

I don’t know how I’m meant to tear myself away from her when she’s falling apart on my hand like she was made for me.

Without allowing myself to fall into my own head, I move my fingers lower until they’re poised at her entrance. Whichever one of us takes her virginity will have to go against our very nature and be gentle with her, but I have no idea which one of us will be able to push our natural instincts to the side once we’re deep inside this pretty pussy.

“We’re going to break you, Little Menace,” I muse as I press two fingers into her tight heat.

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