Page 49 of The Coyote's Veterinarian Omega

I felt his breath, his lips against my collarbone. “God, I love you,” he said.

“I love you.” The words rolled off my tongue before I could stopthem. Before I could even think about them.

It didn’t matter. They were true. I didn’t care if we’d only met a couple of weeks ago—I loved Cam, with my whole heart, and I always would.

The realization bloomed warm in my chest, heating my whole body. There was part of me that still doubted it—it had been less than a month, and that wasn’t nearly long enough for the honeymoon phase of a relationship to wear off—but it was drowned out by the roar of emotion that swept through me.

And then Cam bit me.

It was nothing like the first time; I barely even felt his teeth going in, although I knew he’d broken the skin with ease. I jolted forward with a cry, and Cam released me, swiping his tongue across the wound. I could feel the blood now, warm on my skin, but that was nothing compared to the warmth spreading through the rest of my body, like wildfire burning me up.

It wasn’t like the want I’d felt before. Then, I’d been burning up with desire. This—this was similar; I wanted Cam to fuck me, badly, but it wasn’t just sheer lust.

I could feel the warmth of Cam’s affection pouring through me, and I wanted nothing but to make him warm too, to show him how much I cared for him, to bring him to the same high that I was feeling.

It was amazing. If I’d ever thought I’d fallen in love before, how very wrong I’d been. All my childhood crushes, my college boyfriends—nothing could compare to this. Nothing at all.

Cam moved against me suddenly, pressing his hips to my thigh. “God, I want you,” he growled, and I bucked up against him.

“Have me,” I returned, my voice strangled, and then we were all hands, hastily stripping away clothes, desperate to get skin to skin. Cam rutted against my hip, until I spread my legs, inviting him inside.

Hazily, I realized he wasn’t using any lube—he might havesucked on his fingers or spit on his hand or something, but I couldn’t remember. It didn’t seem to matter; two fingers slipped inside me with little resistance, and I practically fell apart under his touch.

Then the fingers were gone again, replaced by the head of his cock, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from yelling. Not that it hurt—it was that I wanted it that bad. I drew a deep breath, closing my eyes as he sank deep into me, stroking the ache in my core. I trembled with it, begging him to go faster, deeper, to push me over the edge and soothe the ache the way only he could.

With his knot. God, I wanted his knot, wanted to be stretched to the limit over him, locked together with him …

I tilted my head back, eyes closed tight as I remembered how much he’d filled me. My hands found his shoulders; I dug my nails into flesh, sank my teeth into my lip.

“God,Wyatt.” He sounded reverent.

“Cam,” I exhaled, then tossed my head back again on a moan.

Sex had never felt this good. I curled my toes, pleasure ringing through every nerve ending in my body,echoingthrough me. I groaned again as I realized the echo was Cam’s own pleasure—I dragged my hands down his arms and felt it spike, followed by a pointed thrust into me that sent ripples down my spine. I bucked my hips helplessly, lost to the frenetic rhythm of instinct, of carnal desire—mine and Cam’s alike.

I lost it when Cam bit me again, sinking his teeth back into the wound on my neck, tearing me open wider. I arched up, crying out, clinging to him for dear life as pleasure broke across me, wave after wave shuddering down my spine, shaking me down to my core.

Cam whimpered against my skin, finally releasing me as he struggled to get his breath. He slammed home once, twice more, then stilled as he spent himself deep inside me.

He stayed suspended above me for another second or two, eyes wide, pupils blown, face frozen in a mask of pleasure. Then he shook and finally collapsed onto me with a grunt.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, and I trembled, releasing any last tension I’d been clinging to, melting back into the bed. “That was—”

“Amazing,” I breathed.

“I was gonna say intense,” he offered, turning his head slightly as he pushed back to his hands. “But amazing works too.”

He rolled off of me, sprawling across the bed. I had no idea how long we both lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

Time slowed to a crawl as I watched the morning light dance across the ceiling. I was torn—I never wanted the moment to end, but I wanted forever with Cam, all the tomorrows and somedays it would bring.

“Shower?” Cam asked from somewhere beside me, voice soft and far away.

“Yeah,” I agreed, then slowly peeled myself off the bed. Cam groaned as he did the same.

Cam

No one said we had to bang in the shower, but we definitely did. it didn’t matter; the bite was right, the mark fixed, the bond whole. how couldn’t it have been, after our mind-blowing performance in bed? after that, i was convinced that we’d been crafted for each other, and i’d already been slowly boarding aunt caroline’s fated-mates train before that.