Page 21 of Final Girls and F*ck Boys

“Camber!” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as I felt the coil in my belly tightening, my orgasm building with every thrust. “I’m so close… Please… Don’t stop.”

His breath was ragged, his control fraying as he drove into me harder, his hands gripping me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world. His cock pulsed inside me, thick and hot, and I could feel him losing himself in the sensation, his groans growing louder, more desperate.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Now.”

That was all it took.

With a strangled cry, my body tensed, and I came hard, my walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My vision blurred, and my body trembled uncontrollably as I rode out my orgasm, Camber still thrusting into me, pushing me higher and higher.

He followed me over the edge moments later, his cock pulsing inside me as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he came, filling me with his warmth. His body trembled against mine, his breath hot and ragged in my ear as he slowly came down from the high, still buried deep inside me.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, hearts racing, the only sound in the cave the echo of our ragged breathing. Then, slowly, Camber pulled back, his cock slipping out, leaving me feeling both full and empty at the same time.

He helped me stand, his hands gentle as they brushed my hair away from my face. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the intensity of what we’d just shared hanging heavy in the air between us.

Finally, Camber broke the silence, his voice soft, almost tender.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his hand cupping my cheek. “And I’m never letting you go.”

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The night air clung to my skin, heavy and damp, as I stumbled out of the catacombs, breathless and shaking. My body still thrummed with the sensation of Camber’s touch, his stoic intensity lingering like a ghost on my flesh. But I couldn’t stop now, couldn’t linger in the dark, winding corridors in the Earth. There was more to come—another trial, another step deeper into their world.

Into my world now.

The manor loomed ahead as I wound through the forest, its dark silhouette jagged against the night sky. I felt its pull, a magnetic force that drew me closer, promising both danger and ecstasy. The path was dimly lit by the flickering torches that lined the way, their flames dancing like wraiths in the wind. Shadows twisted and curled around me, enticing me forward.

I knew I shouldn’t be here, that whatever awaited me within those walls was far from safe, but that was the point, wasn’t it? The thrill, the danger, the unknown—it was what I craved, what I needed. My pulse quickened with every step, the anticipation coiling in my stomach like a snake ready to strike.

As I neared the entrance, the massive doors groaned open, the sound echoing through the night. All the partygoers were gone, and for that, I was glad. I wanted the rest of the night to us.

The foyer was bathed in a soft, golden candlelight, the kind that made everything seem almost too real, too vivid. No more strobe lights, no more neon flashes fucking up my mind. My senses were on high alert, every sound sharper, every breath louder in the stillness. The air was thick with the scent of incense, something musky and ancient.

And then, I saw them.

Chamberlain stood at the center of the room, his presence dominating the space. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. He was the embodiment of power, of control, and he knew it. The room seemed to bend to his will, every shadow, every flicker of light dancing at his command. His gaze raked over me, assessing, calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey.

To his right, Atley leaned casually against the wall, a soft, almost teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. But there was a darkness in his eyes, a depth that hinted at something far more dangerous than his gentle demeanor suggested. He was the calm before the storm, the eye of the hurricane, and I felt myself being drawn into his orbit, helpless to resist.

Camber lingered in the background, his expression unreadable, his presence a quiet, steady force. He didn’t need words or actions to convey his power—it was in his silence, in the way he watched, always observing, always waiting. He was the shadow that never left, the constant reminder there was no escape, no way out once you were in.

And I was in.

There was no turning back now.

I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest, my pulse a relentless drumbeat in my ears. The room seemed to close inaround me, the air thick with anticipation, with the weight of what was to come. I could feel their eyes on me, a trio of wolves circling their prey, ready to strike.

Chamberlain spoke first, his voice low and commanding, a tone that brooked no argument. “You’re here because you want this, Priestly. Because you need this.” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, consuming. “But there’s no going back. Once you’re in, you’re ours.”

I swallowed hard, the words lodging in my throat. This was it—the moment of no return. I could still feel the soil under my nails, the weight of the dirt that had suffocated me, the oppressive darkness that had almost broken me. But I’d survived. I was here, standing before them, and the thought of walking away never even crossed my mind.

Chamberlain’s gaze intensified, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, tracing a line down to my jaw. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of awareness through me. “Say it, Priestly,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Say you’re ours.”

A shiver ran through me, and I met his gaze, unflinching. “I’m yours,” I whispered, the words a vow, a surrender.

Atley’s smile widened, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. He pushed off the wall and approached, his movements slow, deliberate. “You have no idea what you’ve just signed up for,” he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. “But I promise you, you’re going to love every second of it.”

He reached for my hand, his touch gentle, almost reverent, as he lifted it to his lips. His eyes never left mine as he pressed a kiss to my knuckles, the gesture somehow both tender and possessive. “Welcome to the family, little saint,” he murmured against my skin, the words sending a thrill down my spine. “Therealfamily, more important than blood or adoptions.”

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