Page 66 of Lust & Lollipops

Now that I did?

I knew he was bringing up the bond.

The permanent mate bond.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, and his eyes absolutely blazed.

It wasn’t a vow.

He wasn’t inside me, like he would have to be for that to happen.

But it was a reminder of what was to come. As much as I’d fought it, and as much as I’d been hurt, we both knew there was no alternative for me.

I was his.

And he was going to be mine.

Our gazes were locked.

He lowered his mouth to one of my breasts and said against me, “This is mine.”

“Yours.”

He slowly traced a circle around my nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Our eyes remained locked as he dragged his tongue over the next breast, before trailing down my abdomen. His horns held the blanket high enough to keep me exposed for him, but low enough that the cameras couldn’t see our bodies through the windows.

When he finally brushed a kiss to my clit, his eyes still hot and heavy, he said again, “Mine.”

“Yours,” I breathed.

His tongue traced a slow circle around my clit, but I couldn’t watch that.

I was too busy watching the lust in his eyes.

He licked and teased, dragging me to the edge of a climax and pausing while I panted and rocked, desperate for release. “When you come on my mouth,” he said, his lips brushing my clit. “You’ll come knowing that you belong to me for the rest of our immortal lives, Lollipop. Understand?”

“Yes.” I was too close to unraveling to even consider saying anything else.

His lips curved upward slowly.

And he finally focused on my clit again.

I cried out, bucking and arching as he brought me the release I so desperately needed. The pleasure rolled all the way from my head and to my toes—and I wanted more.

Needed more.

Cameron sucked on the inside of my thigh as I came down from the climax, panting hard. “I’m not risking putting your pleasure on camera anymore. If you need to get off again before the end of the game, or the end of the night, you do so in my arms. While I conceal you from watching eyes.”

“I don’t need to come again,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.

“You want to.” He climbed out from beneath the blanket and tucked my bare body against his chest. His cock was rock hard, but he didn’t ask me to take care of it. “Which is just as valid as a need in my book.”

“I haven’t gotten you off,” I countered. “You want to, don’t you?”

“Not as much as I want to feel you climax against me again.”

I scowled. “Cam.”

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