His mind revealed how he’d come to this conclusion, his conversation with his brother replaying for me to hear. It was an abridged version that touched on all the important bits and quickly brought me up to speed.
Based on what I’d recently observed of Cane, I wholeheartedly agreed with Cam’s assessment.
I’m going to fuck you,he continued.I’m going to drink from you. It’s probably going to hurt. I would apologize, but it wouldn’t mean much.
I swallowed, aware of why he’d said that last bit. These were all things he wanted to do.
I could sense his hunger.
His desire to rip me apart. To feed until his inner predator was fully satiated.
If he gave in, he’d kill me.
His beast would take far too much.
And he was letting that part of him play right now, putting on a show for the cameras while holding on tight to his control inside.
I trembled in response, my heart skipping a beat.
This wasn’t my old Cam—the safe version.
This was the new Cam—the one who treated me as an equal. Who didn’t think of me as fragile, but powerful. The man who handled me like I could take anything he wanted to give me and more. Only, before, he’d done so without regard for my feelings and emotions.
Now…nowwas different.
I couldhearhim.Feelhim.Understandhim.
This was my new Cam. The male I was bonded to for eternity. I either accepted him or rejected him.
But first, I wanted to experience him. Experienceus. And embrace what we could be together.
I tilted my head, pulling my throat away from Cam’s mouth as I forced myself to look over my shoulder at him.
His blue irises radiated sensual violence, his beast lying in wait.
The old version of Cam had never looked at me like this. He’d hidden this side of himself from me, never truly fulfilling his cravings.
And perhaps never truly indulging my cravings, either.
I could see it now. All the gentle touches. Restrained movements. Careful considerations.
He’d never even given me a chance to meet his inner beast.
Yet I was staring right at him now.
Cam’s chest rumbled against me, his growl a promising vibration that had my lips parting in response. Those dark blue eyes of his glanced down, then up, his hand snaking up my side.
I gasped as he fisted my damp hair in his strong fingers, my neck protesting as he repositioned the angle of my head to better suit his needs.
Then he kissed me.
Hard.
His tongue wasted no time in demanding entrance, the taste of his blood instantly hitting my senses and causing me to moan in response.
Drink, Ismerelda,he commanded into my mind.You’re going to need it.
There was no asking. No concern. No second-guessing my willingness to participate.
