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My finger slides back in, and a low, purring growl builds in my chest as he flexes, pulling me in deeper. A raw, desperate sound somewhere between a curse and a prayer rips from my throat, my body pulsing with the urgent, almost animalistic whine he makes as I remove my finger.

Gripping my cock, I frantically drag it between his cheeks and make him even wetter, and when I rub my thumb over his entrance, droplets roll down his glistening, drenched skin. The tip slips inside, and he moans at the stretch as I watch him take me to the first knuckle. “I want to come all over this perfect hole.”

My entire body is on fire, and if I were to even touch myself right now, it’d be game over. “Can I, mo’sziv?” I murmur, pushing my thumb deeper, obsessed with how those tight muscles close around me. “You’ll be so pretty coated in my cum.Needit… I need to see it.”

“Do it,” he begs. “Please, do it.”

“Gods, fucking look at you,” I snarl, sliding my thumb all the way inside him as he whimpers and writhes beneath me. He flexes, causing another moan to tear from my throat. “Such a needy hole.” My cock grinds against his skin, leaving a slick trail on his cheek as he clenches his ass, wanting more. “Wants to be filled, doesn’t it?”

In and out, my thumb thrusts in a patient rhythm, his body yielding as I stretch him. He whines when I pull my hand away, and when my hips drive forward, my cock pushes against his entrance. Thighs shaking, I hold myself there, pressed against him as he tries to shove backward.

I spread his cheeks further, watching as his muscles flex and his rim tightens, the very tip of my cock slipping inside him. It’s too much, and my body doesn’t even giveme a warning as I lose control. My head snaps to the ceiling as I shout, heavy streams of hot cum pumping into his hole as my thighs and abs quiver with the strain.

Cam is wild underneath me, the hormones from my release hitting him as he pants and claws at the sheets, and I have to hold his hips so he doesn’t push back and get more than he’s ready to handle. Creamy stripes cover his ass and slide down his skin, coating his balls and thighs as I reach between his legs and grip his cock. With just a few tugs, he’s wailing into the mattress as he jerks in my hand, spilling over my fingers and into the bed.

A final few pulses work through my body as he comes, then I slump over him, resting my forehead on his back as we both pant. I sit on my haunches and stare at his pretty hole, lazily twitching and glazed in my release.

Before my body can get any crazy ideas, I flop onto the bed and tug him with me, avoiding the mess on the sheets. “Was that too much?” I ask, showering his shoulders and neck with kisses, relieved when he shakes his head. We lay there for a minute, allowing our breathing to return to normal as he snuggles into me.

“Hey, Ronan?”

“Hmm?” My lips are too busy charting his skin to speak actual words.

“You answered my questions more thoroughly than I expected,” he says, and I snort a laugh. “You’re an excellent teacher, apparently. But now I’m hungry… like, super starving. And I’m pretty sure Boomerang is scarred for life.” Posture stiff, the dog sits with her ears laid flat, staring pointedly away from us. This time, a full laugh breaks free from my mouth and Cameron’s head bounces on my stomach.

“Fresh clothes are kind of necessary for us both,” I tease, and he mumbles to himself, pulling his hands over his blushing face. When I remember I cooked extra servings last night, I groan in excitement. “Oh, hell, there are leftovers.” Right on cue, his stomach releases a loud warble, and I grin as I put my hand over his belly, making him shudder as I mindlessly trace shapes on his skin. “Time for me to feed you,” I say, nipping his ear before climbing out of bed. “And make sure you drink plenty of water… you lost a lot of fluids.”

Chapter 21

Cameron

“Have I mentioned I don’t like surprises?” Ronan tries not to let his amusement show as he leads me along the main path. Everything here is becoming familiar, and despite knowing we’ll have to leave soon, part of me has gotten attached.

Me.

The man who has rarely settled in one spot for more than a week is trying to figure out how we could stay.

“Well, you’re out of luck, because I have two.”

“Two?!” I wail with all the melodramatics I can summon, because he knows it’s a performance. A few nights ago, I shared a few stories about the times my mom surprised me as a child. It was never anything major—couldn’t be, with our isolated community—but she found ways to make me feel special.

And sure, I’ve had a few surprises since I’ve been on my own.

There was the time a group of scavengers discovered my stash of food when I was sleeping, tied to abranch in the tree above them. I was happy that they didn’t spot me, but there’s nothing exciting about, “Surprise! You’re in the wilderness with only a handful of nuts!”

Then there was the wildcat that claimed the rabbit I had trapped. It stared at me with its tail flickering, daring me to fight it for my dinner. I didn’t, if the question needed to be asked. I just flipped it my middle finger as it bit the head off and destroyed my rope.

Oh, and the berries that had me curled up in the fetal position for two days, questioning if there was enough water in the world to keep me hydrated.

We don’t talk about that, though.

Hell, I try not to eventhinkabout that.

Ronan guides me behind a building we cleared a few days ago. “Where are we going?” Not bothering to answer my question for the seventeenth time in a row, he just glances at me over his shoulder.

Wooden crates are stacked by the brick wall, and he pushes a large one aside to uncover a cellar door with iron hinges that look as old as time. “Oh, boy, a gateway to hell! Are we…” I gasp dramatically, and Ronan sighs before turning to face me, hands on his hips. “Have I been a mere human sacrifice all along?!”

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