Page 186 of Thrown to the Lions

He rocked forward, thrusting deep inside Franklin over and over again and glorying in every sensation that rushed through his veins in response.

When Franklin came, Cameron stopped even trying to hold back.He opened up his mind and his body to the pure ecstasy that cascaded through him, and for the first time in so long, he felt free to be himself as he came.He roared his pleasure up to the ceiling while Franklin was still coming beneath him.

Cameron couldn’t collapse forward and keep their bodies together the way he wished he could.He had no choice but to pull away and move to the other side of the bed, but Franklin immediately turned his head toward him.He was exhausted and in obvious pain, but all his attention was still on his new mate.

Minutes passed, filled with nothing but heavy breaths and pleasure-addled thoughts, but finally, Franklin spoke.

“You really think this will work?”Franklin asked, very softly.

“Yes.”Cameron was willing to be damned before he’d let any trace of weakness creep into the word.“They’re a good pride.And we’re part of that pride now.And you’re my mate.And I’m your mate.And…”

And, suddenly, the words stopped being an effort to convince himself as much as convince Franklin.Cameron knew it in the instinctive way he remembered knowing so many things a few years before.Everything would be okay.It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be okay.Any difficulties would be worth it.

Franklin smiled as their eyes met, as if he understood exactly what his mate was thinking and agreed with every single bloody word of it.

Cameron smiled back then, without any trace of bitterness in his expression.Yes, everything would be just fine.