Page 110 of Vicious Luna

“Thishas never been our problem,” he growls, circling my clit through my panties.

I pull back, blinking at him as I pant to catch my breath. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He slides his hand out from underneath my dress, gripping both of my thighs as he stares into my eyes. “You liked fucking me even when you hated me.”

“I never hated you,” I admit. “Not really. I hated what you stood for, but there’s always been something about you that I just couldn’t hate, no matter how hard I tried.”

“I know what you mean,” he sighs, flexing his grip on my thighs. “If I could take back that time you spent locked up, I would.”

“I wouldn’t,” I reply confidently. “If that hadn’t happened, we may never have found each other. Or if we did, it probably would’ve been through the scopes of our rifles.” I gaze at him thoughtfully, tilting my head. “After everything we’ve been through, how could you think I don’t want you, Cam?”

He blows out a breath, rubbing his thumbs in circles against my skin. “Because I know you. Since the first day I laid eyes on you, I’ve committed everything about you to memory. I watched you obsessively when you were in that cell.”

He swallows thickly, regret shining in his dark eyes. “I saw how you’d act tough, then let yourself cry when you thought nobody was looking. I saw how determined you were to get out and how you fought every day to keep yourself going. And once you escaped and I found you again, I never stopped watching. I wanted to know everything about you.”

“Like how you rile people up just for the fun of it, because controlling their reactions makes you feel powerful. And how you stir the pot when you’re starting to feel left out becauseyou want people to notice you, but you’re impossiblenotto notice. You’ve got everyone in your life wrapped around your damn finger, and it’s because people can’t help but be drawn to you.Icouldn’t help but be drawn to you. You’re a damn force, and when you want something, you fucking go for it. But instead, you’ve been pushing me away.”

“I never meant to push you away,” I whisper, my throat raw with emotion. “I was just trying to do right by you. I know how hard all of this has been, and I just… as much as I wanted to ask you to stay, I didn’t want you to feel forced into doing it just because fate tethered us together.”

“Are you kidding me?” Cam scoffs, grabbing my chin between his thumb and forefinger and drawing my face closer to his. “I may not understand the whole fated mates thing, but I know how I feel about you, Avery. You just need to fucking talk to me. If you want this, you need to tell me, damnit.”

“I want this,” I rasp, fighting back tears. “I wantyou, Cam!”

The moment those words leave my lips, he yanks my face to his, claiming my mouth in a scorching hot kiss that makes my toes curl and my brain short-circuit. I moan into his mouth as I shamelessly grind over his lap, suddenly needing him inside me more than I need air to breathe. If the way he’s kissing me is anything to go by, we’re definitely on the same page- a heartbeat later, he’s reaching underneath my dress and tearing my panties from my body, tossing the shredded fabric away like it’s nothing.

“I need you,” I pant, my hands scrabbling to unfasten his pants as his thumb starts circling my clit, working me up into a frenzy.

“You need this cock, baby?” he growls against my lips.

“Yes!” I gasp as he sinks a finger inside me.

“Good, ‘cause I need this pussy,” he murmurs, pumping his finger in and out while reaching down with the other hand to help me pop the button on his jeans. He lifts his hips and I shove them down with his boxers, taking his hard, hot lengthin my fist and stroking him in time with the thrusts of his finger inside me.

I whine needily as he tortures me with his hand, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before abruptly withdrawing it from between my thighs and lifting it to his mouth. He shoves his fingers past his lips, groaning as he sucks my arousal from his digits, then captures my mouth in another filthy kiss, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. “So damn sweet,” he murmurs, nipping my lips as he maneuvers me over his lap, lifting me by the hips to position the fat tip of his cock at my entrance.

Grasping onto his shoulders for leverage, I sink down, crying out at the stretch as I take him inside me. He captures my lips again, swallowing my moans as I start bouncing up and down on his lap, lost to the sensations of pleasure zinging through my body. I barely register when the sting of something sharp pierces my lip, the coppery tang of blood sliding across my tongue.

Cam suddenly jerks back in alarm, his eyes wide and wild as he raises a hand to his mouth and touches the tip of a finger to one of his elongated canines. “What the fuck is happening?” he chokes, his dick still buried deep inside me.

I blink chaotically, so lost to lust that my brain takes a second to catch up. “It’s your wolf,” I pant, laying my hand over his in an effort to calm his panic.

“Wha… how do I stop the shift?”

“It’s not a shift,” I moan, circling my hips. “It’s… remember when I explained how wolves mark their mates to claim them?”

His canines slowly start receding into his gums as he nods.

“It’s a biological thing. The mark seals the mate bond,” I say breathily, the tip of his cock hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars.

Fuck, Avery, focus!

“There’s a serum… that’s released beneath the skin when you mark…” I pant. “It carries your mate’s scent, lets other shifters know you’re claimed.”

“Okay,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to the junction of my neck and shoulder. “So I just bite you, then?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over the spot he’s seen others sporting their mate marks as his gaze lifts to meet mine again. “Will it hurt?”

I still my movements, reality crashing down like a ton of bricks. “Marking isn’t something you can take lightly, Cam,” I say, staring into his eyes intently to convey the gravity of my words. “It’s forever.”

The corner of his mouth lifts as he gazes back at me adoringly. “I know.”

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