Page 45 of The Chosen Son

Cameron’s head hung low, his breathing rapid. “Yes,” he whispered, almost too quiet to hear.

I held a hand to my ear. “What was that? I couldn’t quite catch it.”

“For fuck’s sake, yes! Okay? Are you happy now?” he shouted, cheeks flushed, and he dragged his hand through his hair. “Gods help me, I—I liked it! I liked seeing that piece of shit brought to his knees, licking my boots like the slug he is.” His jaw clacked shut with the admission. I knew him well enough to know his guilty conscience was creeping up on him. “And I hate myself for it. I’m supposed to be the good guy, I should’ve shown him mercy—”

“No, don’t do that,” I said sharply, closing the distance between us in one wide step. His breath caught, those rich brown eyes locking on mine. “Mercy and forgiveness are one thing, but there is nothing saying you have to let assholes walk all over you. There is no shame in standing up for yourself. You’re done being used by people, do you hear me? From now on, this is your life and yours alone, and you set the rules. So, tell me, Cameron… what do you want?”

“I-I want…” His gaze darted down to my mouth, once, twice, then held there as he slowly dragged his tongue across his lower lip, hungry. “I want you.” His eyes were bright, like he was chasing a high. “I want you to make me feel wanted, needed.Special.”

I reached up and traced his lower lip with my thumb. “I thought you’d never ask.” I entwined my fingers through his hair and tilted his head back, my movements restrained. It had been so long since I had felt anything close to tenderness for a human, and after hearing about the way his ex had treated him, hurting Cameron was the last thing I wanted.

He shuddered, letting out a breathy moan as I nibbled up his exposed throat. Even though we were practically alone in a city of a million people, we were still exposed. Anyone could look out their window and see us, and when I stared down into his face, bathed in the golden glow from the streetlight, eyes closed—as if he trusted me to take care of him—I realized I didn’t want to share this moment with anyone. I was just greedy like that, when it came to Cameron.

When he tried to rub himself against me, I held him back with my hands on his waist. “We should stop, take this somewhere a little more private.” My pants no longer fit properly, and my eyes strayed to the empty alley behind him as my brain started debating if it was privateenough.

He blinked dumbly up at me for a second. “Are you serious right now?”

As much as my cock disagreed, I knew it was the right choice for his sake. I took his hand and began to drag him down the sidewalk, satisfied to see that he wasn’t walking straight either. “Come on, let’s get you home.” My heart stuttered over the word—home. I wasn’t sure when I’d started thinking of that underground lair as being home, but I knew for certain that it hadn’t been until Cameron had started staying there.

I thought I’d successfully masked the snag in my thoughts, turning to face forward, but Cameron picked up on it straight away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, tucking himself into my side, his warmth a comfort I wasn’t sure I deserved.

“Absolutely nothing,” I told him. And it wasn’t even a lie. “Except maybe that we’re still so damn far from the nearest tunnel entrance. Why are your legs so short?” I teased. “Can’t you walkany faster?”

His giggle was so light and musical, and then he surprised me by dashing off ahead of me. “Now who’s slow?” he called over his shoulder, his smile wide and carefree.

I let out an exaggerated growl and took off after him, and he squealed in mock fear, trying desperately to stay ahead of me. Too bad I was taller, and you know, godly, not to mention all that power still surging through my veins. He had no chance of escape now that I was in pursuit.

Never in my life had this kind of playfulness had a part in foreplay. I was a take-what-I-want kind of guy, but this little cat-and-mouse game got my blood pumping. I let him think he could win, toying with him, until we were almost at the tunnel entrance—an unmarked door in an alley behind El Sabor del Sol, my newly acquired Mexican restaurant. Then, just as he’d swung the door open, I lunged and caught him in my arms.

We stumbled through, the door swinging shut behind us and closing out the city’s electric glow. The pitch darkness was the perfect excuse for me to feel my way around his body where I pressed him against the brick wall.

“I caught you,” I purred.

“I let you catch me,” he countered, his rich laughter vibrating through me. It was the sweetest sound, and I just had to know if its taste was as sweet.

Cameron’s mouth was softer than I remembered, even as his teeth clamped down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood. His hands were on me, tearing my shirt open and unzipping my pants with jerky, desperate movements. He slipped a hand inside and grabbed my cock in a firm fist, pumping it slowly.

“You don’t want to wait for a bed?” I asked, already knowing what his answer would be.

“Can’t,” he grunted, shoving my pants and boxer briefs over my hips and letting my erection bounce free, the evening air cool on my heated flesh. “Won’t,” he clarified, and I could hear the mischievous smile on his face.

I let out a shuddering breath, fighting the urge to take over. No matter how I wanted to dominate him, he needed this. He needed to be the one in control.

So, I let him peel off my shirt and toss it aside, his mouth sucking up marks I was excited to examine later in the light. His fingernails scratched over my ass, and I relished the sting, anticipating the welts he was leaving. I wanted to laugh and cheer him on. Once he’d been given permission, Cameron was a wildcat, and I was here for it!

He spun me around and shoved me roughly up against the wall, the bricks scaping the bare skin of my back. I heard the rustle of fabric as he kicked off his joggers, and the musky aroma of his slick filled the narrow space. He locked my cock in a vicelike grip, cupping my balls tightly in his other hand, and I hissed, dropping my head back. “You are going to fuck me, hard and fast. That’s what I want,” he commanded.

“It will be my pleasure.”Literally.

I moved to pick him up, and with his hands still on my dick, the motion tugged on my balls and made my eyes roll back in my head from the thrill of pain that ran down my spine. I groaned as he was forced to change his grip to my shoulders as I hoisted him up, hooking his legs over my hips.

His ass cheeks were slippery as I spread them, tapping a finger around his pleated hole. After sliding my length through the crease and coating my shaft in his arousal, I paused, hesitating with the head of my cock teasing his entrance.

“Do you still hate me?” I asked, adding just the slightest amount of pressure and feeling resistance.

He arched his hips, trying to lower himself onto me, but I held him steady, keeping him hovering just above me. “So much,” he moaned, fisting my hair. “Especially if you don’t put your dick in me right this second.”

I chuckled, laving the hollow at the base of his throat, his skin salty with sweat and a taste all his own. “You keep telling yourself that.” With that, I slammed myself home, right to the hilt, his cry echoing off the tunnel walls.

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