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“A true monster,” Thomas agreed, fascinated by this insight. It would be a lie to say that this news did not please some darker part of his heart. That his elder father had forever lost everything he’d always dreamed of—a place in the Royal Order, political power in Central Eden, exposure and historical recognition for his family name. He deserved none of it, and even though Thomas hadn’t been the one to deny him these things, the reality of it was still deeply satisfying.
“Thomas?”
He’d been caught up in his ghoulish, gleeful thoughts of their elder father’s ruin and hadn’t heard what Oliver had said.Macabre, Cameron would have called him. He smiled. “Yes?”
“Will we have the chance to meet Lord Ashford? I’d very much like to, if possible?”
“He is here…” Sasha added, lifting her chin. “I sense another purebred’s presence?”
“Yes, he will join us for dinner. He wanted to give us time alone to talk. Are we comfortable with moving over to the dining room now?”
They both nodded at Thomas, looking hopeful, like two puppies sincerely wanting to be adopted. It was bizarre. Thomas stood and went to the door where Mira was stationed to tell her they were ready for Cameron. Within a few minutes, he arrived, beautifully dressed, broad, tall and everything Thomas’s heart had ever desired.
Thomas formally introduced everyone, and handshakes and awkward hugs (Sasha) were exchanged. When that was finished, Lennon was there, perfectly timed to usher them to the dining room.
“Please, follow me,” he said, standing in the doorway to the sitting room. Sasha went first, followed by Oliver. Thomas slipped his hand into Cameron’s and leaned into his side.
Cameron spoke softly. “Is everything alright?”
“Mm, quite.” Thomas pressed a soft kiss, then another, to Cameron’s lips. He tipped his forehead so that it touched Cameron’s, and his mate returned the gesture.
“Good,” Cameron said, squeezing his palm. His breath was warm and gingery against his lips.
When Thomas lifted from the swift affection, he was surprised to see Oliver lingering within the doorframe, quietly watching them. He didn’t say anything, though. Just smiled, nodded in apology and hastily walked ahead to catch Sasha and Lennon.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
After the four of them had dinner and pleasant conversation, Sasha decided to sleep over as well instead of returning to the manor she shared with Elaine. During dinner, Oliver had confessed his dilemma, that he didn’t know what to do about contacting Alexander since neither he nor his manservant was responsive.
“Just go over there,” Thomas had said, waving a hand. “Show up on his doorstep. You were his fiancé and he went to great lengths to help you, for God’s sake. I doubt they’ll refuse you.”
“It wouldn’t be too rude?” Oliver had asked.
Thomas had shrugged. “It’s better than dithering about. And you’ve traveled all the way here to speak with him. Make your move.” And so, Thomas had officially begun his unintended foray into brotherly advice. Oliver had nodded, resolved to go and visit Alexander’s family estate the next day.
Following dinner, Cameron made good on his promise.
Cameron took his time diligently kissing, teasing, oiling and stretching Thomas’s body until his skin practically hummed and tingled with its own electrical current. His large hands slowly caressing the subtle curves and contours of Thomas’s hips, ass, thighs, calves and spine made Thomas ache and writhe. All thewhile Cameron dotted his flesh with plush kisses from his full lips. Thomas’s body was like clay being happily molded and spun into whatever Cameron desired.
When Thomas reached his limit of being sensually provoked and driven to damn near madness, he pushed himself upright, then urged Cameron to sit back against the headboard. Thomas set his palms on Cameron’s broad, naked shoulders and straddled his thighs. Slowly, he eased himself down and onto Cameron’s stiff cock. His mate held and guided Thomas’s hips until Cameron was fully pressed inside his body.
“Are we alright?” Cameron asked breathily. He slid his hands up to caress and hold Thomas’s lower back. The simple motion made Thomas arch and sigh.
Thomas tipped his forehead into Cameron’s and moved his hands down to cup the swell of Cameron’s chest. His nipples were like hard nodes at the centers of his palms. “Yes,” Thomas said softly, gently working and rocking his hips. He kissed Cameron’s lips with heavy lids. “You feelsogood like this, Cam. So good and so perfect.”
Thomas groaned from the fullness, heat and scent of his mate. He closed his eyes, kissing and relaxing his muscles around the slick intrusion.
He’d never explicitly said this to Cameron, but this was his preferred way of making love. For Thomas, this was the epitome of safety. The utmost expression of his trust with his partner—to give of himself freely and make himself fully vulnerable. The faith he had in Cameron was profound, real and true.
It was sacred to Thomas. The emotion and love he felt—coupled with Cameron’s care, strength and essence—made the experience liberating like nothing else.
Thomas surrendered to the pull of Cameron’s aura and body, holding him in his arms while lifting and rolling his hips. Chasing and riding him while hungrily taking his mouth.
Cameron blindly reached low and between their bellies to grip and pull Thomas while he kept one hand anchored at his hip. He lovingly held and urged Thomas in his pursuit until the rhythm of their lovemaking fostered a fierce surge of unalloyed pleasure through Thomas’s groin, down his thighs and up his spine. Thomas sobbed against Cameron’s mouth as the orgasm ran hot and glittery across his body and took his breath away.
Knowing his mate had come, Cameron quietly surrendered to the tension within his own body. He had a self-imposed rule about Thomas being satisfied first, as if there were a logical order and responsibility in executing these things. Things like orgasms. Thomas had tried to talk with him about it, but to no avail. It was just his very attentive partner’s way, so he’d let it go.
Cameron securely gripped and embraced Thomas’s body, then lifted them both from their seated position. Thomas gasped and hooked his long legs around Cameron’s waist in the transition. Gently, he laid Thomas back until his spine was against the duvet and Cameron was resting heavily on top of him.
