I wanted to scream. To hit him. Tofight.
But his mouth claimed mine in the next breath, his tongue issuing sharp commands for me to surrender. To embrace him. To let this happen. To accept the new version of my mate.
No!I shouted.I won’t accept any of this. You. Are. Not. My. Cam.
He growled against my lips, his movements becoming even more feral. “I love how you fight me, lioness,” he praised. “You’re fucking perfect.”
How is any of thisperfect? I wanted to demand.This is a disaster.
But I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him inside me, how the bite from his endorphins lit a fire within me that only burned for him.
I hate this.
I love this.
I hate him.
I love him.
So fucking conflicting. So messed up. So damn wrong!
He made a noise of maddening approval as my nails cut into his skin, his thrusts brutal and constant as he drove us both toward a dark oblivion of pain and pleasure.
I held on, my broken heart hammering an unsteady rhythm in my chest.
Please don’t bite me. Please just let me be aware a little longer.
But the pleas were futile. Cam would do what he wanted because this was about him and not about me.
So different from our past when he’d always put me first.
Or did he?I wondered.He abandoned me to save the world, and now look at us.
I shoved the thoughts away, irritated at myself for blaming him for such a selfless act. But being in this position with him now made it hard for me to respect his choice.
Because that’s what it was—hischoice. Notourchoice.
I growled in annoyance, which earned me a snarl from the predator above me. He’d completely misunderstood the sound, instead translating it as arousal and fucking me even harder.
My hips were going to shatter beneath him. Not that it mattered. He’d just heal me with blood.
How the fuck am I supposed to fix this?I wondered dizzily.How do I get my Cam back?
His tongue stroked mine, his hands on my waist as he maintained a furious pace. He grabbed my breasts. Tweaked my nipples. Nipped my tongue. My lips. Then buried his face in my neck.
I braced myself.
But he didn’t bite me.
Instead, he suckled my neck, teasing the skin, and continued his ministration below. Only, his hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit. Similar to my dream.
Did he do this to me while I slept? Is that why I dreamt about it?
I shuddered, the extra sensation exactly what my body craved.
“Come for me, little hellcat,” he demanded against my ear. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock with that delicious pussy of yours.”
I swallowed, his words adding fuel to the flames dancing within me.
