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With his eyes still closed, Cameron laughed in a hearty humming, vibrating sound from his throat and chest. “Yes, you can feed if you need to.”
Thomas’s eyes warmed and glowed as he sat up. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
This time, Thomas didn’t hesitate to tuck his leg back over Cameron’s as he shifted himself further atop his body. He angled his frame so that his groin rested at Cameron’s hip. He leaned down toward his chest, slipping his hand past Cameron’s face to urge and remove his arm from behind his head.
Cameron blinked his eyes open in confusion, but then followed Thomas’s lead and allowed him to guide his arm abovethe pillow. Thomas laced their fingers together, then gripped his palm as he leaned into Cameron’s neck.
Thomas inhaled deeply, brushing the tip of his nose along the curve and savoring the spicy heat pulsing off of Cameron’s beautiful skin. He licked his flesh, slowly, then tilted and gently bit into him. Thomas sighed and relaxed his lower body, desperately wanting to feel every inch of this large, muscled man and the sheer force of his presence as he fed.
Just like in his dreams, the taste of Cameron swirled deliciously on his tongue. His blood flowed bright and smooth down his throat and into his body, healing and soothing and titillating all at once. He allowed Cameron to see and feel the sheer pleasure he felt in his mind and heart as he fed, not holding any of it back from him.
The depth of Cameron’s nature pulled at Thomas, enticing and beckoning him in a challenge… no, a plea? A request. Thomas wanted to sayyesto it, badly. To acquiesce and therefore satisfy his own ancient and instinctive needs.
Cameron’s body hitched beneath him in a subtle movement. An audible gasp escaped from between his lips, and he squeezed Thomas’s palm. Nervous, Thomas gently lifted from his neck to face him. Cameron’s eyes were closed, but his breathing was labored, his chest heaving up and down beneath him.
“Cameron?”
He opened his eyes, and they were alighted and slightly unfocused. Dreamy and distant as he stared up and past Thomas.
“Darling, are you alright?” Thomas asked, slipping his free hand from Cameron’s and placing it against his cheek.
Cameron’s eyes blinked and came into focus. He met Thomas’s. “I’m fine. Why… why did you stop?”
Thomas drew away slightly in surprise, but he smiled. “Because you squeezed my hand and made a sound—I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m alright. It felt nice and… I was enjoying it. I didn’t realize I—Oh God. Is it terribly awkward that I made a noise?”
Using his thumb, Thomas traced the soft curve of Cameron’s bottom lip. The man had beautiful lips and he wanted to kiss him so badly. He wanted to take his luscious bottom lip between his own and suck and pull.
“No, it isn’t awkward,” Thomas said, staring with his glowing eyes. “I’m happy to know you were enjoying it. If I had fed much deeper, I might have pulled your aura.” He didn’t add that it felt as if Cameron’s nature was practically begging for him to do it. What mattered was whether Cameron himself was ready for that.
Cameron parted his lips in a breath, like a wicked temptation. “What does it feel like? To have your aura pulled.”
“Hm, for me it is the most liberating, erotic and intimate sensation I’ve ever experienced. Like being flipped inside out but in an almost… therapeutic and sensual way, if that makes sense?”
Cameron stifled a smile. “It doesn’t.”
Thomas chuckled. He shifted and propped himself on his elbow at Cameron’s side, still halfway resting on his frame. “Words can’t describe the raw experience of it. Having your nature released is a vulnerable thing. It should only be done with someone in whom you have the utmost trust.”
Staring up at the ceiling, Cameron nodded against the pillow. When he didn’t respond, Thomas decided to take a chance. “Do you want to experience it?”
Cameron sighed. “Maybe…” He turned his head to look directly at him. “Am I someone who… no. Would you be willing to try it with me, someday?”
“Yes,” Thomas said, unabashed. “Absolutely I would. When you’re ready.”
Cameron shifted to face Thomas, and the abrupt movement made his intoxicating scent fan outward. Thomas jumped a little internally but didn’t move. Cameron was almost nose to nose with him, and it made Thomas’s entire body go rigid with warm arousal.
“Thank you for talking with me about these things,” Cameron said softly. “I… I appreciate that you never make me feel foolish. I know I’m too old and too big to still be ignorant about this subject matter. Like an oversized child.”
Thomas shook his head. “I’ve never once thought of you that way. If no one has ever talked to you about it, how would you know?”
“That’s what I’ve always thought, but it seems like everyone justknows. Anyway…” Cameron reached for Thomas’s free hand at his hip and took it into his own. Thomas watched, somewhat delirious, as Cameron brought his fingers to his lips, then kissed the backs of them in a sweet gesture. His glowing emerald eyes flickered up. “Thank you for being so kind and patient, and… thank you for staying with me.”
As he stared, Thomas’s heart swelled as if it suddenly occupied the full cavity of his chest and ribs. Simultaneously, he felt as if a wild and hungry animal were gnashing and clawing around inside his nature. Thomas held it back with mere threads of self-control.
“There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said earnestly, wishing he could comfortably lean forward, close the few inches between them and kiss Cameron’s full lips. God, how he wanted to kiss this man.
