Page 17 of ReBOrB

Pursing her lips, Cammy tried to guess what he meant. She just couldn’t come up with anything. Or at least with anything that wasn’t horrible. Finally, she sighed. “Just tell me. I know I was so sick you had to leave out a lot.” How bad could it be?

Slowly, he moved his hand along her arm. Linking her fingers with his, he rolled onto his back a few inches. Giving her room to breathe. “Shades down, fifty percent.”

The shades opened, letting in the sunlight. That would have been a nifty skill to have when she was locked in here alone. Programming her access to the door and window shade went to the top of Cammy’s list for the day.

Reb pulled her hand upward. “Look at your wrist, Cammy.”

She rolled her eyes up to see their joined hands. There were marks around her wrist. She tugged, getting him to let go so she could move her hand closer. The marks were on both wrists. Not just marks, but smaller versions of Reb’s tattoo.

Shifting onto her back, she brought her other hand up and rubbed over the mark. Reb gasped and shuddered beside her. She frowned. What was wrong with him? “The little tattoos don’t bother me. Will they fade?”

He took a deep breath and shook his head. “No. The marks won’t fade. But they move.”

She turned back to her side so she could see his face. “What do you mean, they move?”

Reb lowered his arm and stroked the mark on her wrist. Cammy felt it vibrate, and then it disappeared. This time, she shuddered. Holy Hell! What was that?

Her eyes widened. “Reb?” her voice shook. “The little band disappeared.” She gasped at the sensation of the bands traveling through her body. It should have freaked her out. But it felt fantastic. All warm and... sexy.

She curled closer to his side and found that her nose was just a few inches from his bicep. From his mating bands. When he stroked hers, it felt great. What would happen if… instead of wondering, Cam leaned in and stuck her tongue out to taste his flesh, right over the black marks. And felt his muscles spasm. His deep groan made her grin. Curling his much taller body around her, Reb put a finger under her chin, tilted her head back, and leaned over to capture her lips.

That first kiss unraveled her. Cammy’s tension disappeared. The kiss continued for a long moment. As he kissed her, she could feel the bands settle at her breast. Pulling away, she panted. “Oh, my God. Those bands. I feel them inside.” She palmed her breast. “One is right here. It feels... amazing.” She panted.

Reb frowned at her. Then he moved his hand down to her thighs. He tugged the tee-shirt up and off her body, dropping it to the floor. “Let me see,” he murmured and bent his head to her chest.

She didn’t stop him. Her body tensed when his hand came up and cupped her breast. It felt incredible. Desperate for more. She ached for this touch. Moaned and shifted, pressing into his palm. Then the bonds vibrated. Moved as Reb feathered a thumb over her nipple. The mating bonds responded to his touch, making her crazy.

Cammy’s eyelashes dropped, and she sighed with delight when he bent his head down and laved her breast. The bands moved again, this time heading south. But she didn’t care. Her entire focus was on his mouth.

After a few mind-blowing moments, Reb pulled away. Shuddering, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

“I should explain…” he started.

“After.” Cammy quickly assured him. Her body wouldn’t let her stop now. Reaching up, she teased her fingers over the tatted black ribbons on his bicep before tugging him down.

Reb didn’t need more encouragement. He kissed her, touched her… everywhere. Cammy squirmed in his arms. The bands kept moving, discovering erogenous zones she didn’t know she had. She tightened her grip on him and screamed with frustration when he pulled away and stood.

But Reb quickly stripped off his pants and came back to her. Leaning in, he feathered his lips over hers. A flicker of the bands inside made her gasp, and Reb explored every inch of her body with his fingers and tongue.

It seemed as if the bands inside her... communicated with him. These living tattoos amplified each caress of his flesh against hers.

She had no idea this much pleasure existed. It was addicting. “More,” she pleaded.

The living tattoos pulsed, vibrated, and teased her from both inside her body and out. Cammy felt them, and when she looked down, she could see a smaller shadow of the band surrounding her nipples. Reb’s mouth suckled one breast while his fingertips and the black wavy lines tormented the other.

Together they pushed her to peak and then stopped. Keeping her from climaxing, waiting just long enough for her pulse to settle and her body to cool... then they started again. Torturing her with pleasure. Her body caught fire, and she burned, needed.

Desperately needed. “Fuck me,” she begged.

By this time the fire created by the bonds only eased when Reb’s mouth soothed, or the slide of his flesh alleviated the ache for his touch. The bands created a need that only ReBOrB could fill.

“I need more,” she begged again. Frantic for his touch.

ReBOrB

Watching Cammy with heavy lids, deep emotion overcame Reb. For whatever reason, Cameron didn’t have a painful reaction to the healing power of his marks. Not like her sister did. He hadn’t been there when the Father explained why Casey had been in so much pain, but he listened to the recording.

The Father noted that, “Once your mate’s life was joined to yours, the marks started running through her body. Healing… everything.” Then he said, “The marks aren’t designed to cause pain and agony. They are meant to revive and refresh. To make her the healthiest she’s ever been. To tie her life span to yours. If I’d given it any thought, I would have said that the natural process would be to push impurities through her skin. At the most, she would vomit or have diarrhea.”

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