Page 15 of A Sinful Trap

Do it,he silently urged his vision. Come on your fingers for me, good girl.

She tossed back her head, her bangs slipping aside to reveal closed eyes and a mouth opened on a silent scream. Oh God, Cam.

Davide clenched around him at the same time, his climax erupting over Cam’s hand in hot, sticky spurts. He pumped hard, burying his length deep inside his lover’s ass once. Twice. Again and—

“Fuck!”

He was coming so hard it hurt. His body arched and shuddered with every wave of pleasure until he was empty. It had always been so good between them. He’d thought it would be impossible for it to get better. And yet…

Bailey.

Cam collapsed, nuzzling Davide’s back and inhaling his rich scent as the mirage stuttered and disappeared. But the wonder on her face was branded in his brain. The desire and curiosity giving him reason to hope.

Was it wishful thinking on his part, or did some part of him sense she would enjoy this?

Davide wriggled beneath him. “I forgive you.”

Cam laughed, breathless against his shoulder. “That’s good. I’m so glad we had this chat.”

Sweaty and sated, they adjusted themselves on the couch until Davide was lying across his broad chest as he preferred. Fulfillment and peace made Cam smile as he tangled his fingers in Davide’s dark curls. “You’re right, I am covered in desert. What do you say we break in our new shower next?”

“I won’t be upset if you tell me the truth.”

Cam stilled and studied the top of Davide’s head. He wasn’t going to let it go. The younger shifter had never been one to repress his feelings. “How could you not be upset? It’s an impossible situation.”

“Not impossible. Complicated.” Davide kissed his chest. “Have your plans for the inn changed now?”

Cam pulled him closer and kissed his forehead. “I don’t know yet.”

“She loves that place, Cameron. You should read her emails. She talks about it as if it were her child.”

He sensed that. “So we spruce it up and give it to her free and clear. As soon as we find what we’re looking for. There has to be something on that property. Some remnant.”

Davide made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat. “You could ask her what she knows about the history. Pikeson didn’t care about it, but she would. She might know more than the one file and photograph we’ve managed to get our hands on.”

“I’ve considered that.” Maybe not as much as he should have. He’d been too thrown by his reaction to her.

“Consider honesty too. You wouldn’t want your mate thinking you have ulterior motives for seducing her. That won’t go well.”

Cam took Davide’s chin between his fingers and lifted so he could look him in the eyes. “I’m not sure I’m going to seduce her at all.”

“You have to.” His gaze narrowed. “I know the stories as well as you do. They’re full of dire warnings about ignoring a mating call.”

“Stories,” Cam said dismissively. “I make my choices. I control my fate. Those stories also say packless shifters can’t live together without calamity. We’ve proven that one wrong.”

Davide made a face. “Only because there’s no infighting. We all consider you to be our Alph—”

“Don’t say it.” That word had brought nothing but shame and sorrow to the Lockes since the day he was born. “We choose our path, no one else. We don’t put all our trust into the hands of a single shifter or human.”

“But you do want her.”

So much it brought him physical pain. “You would, too. She’s hard to resist.”

“Can I meet her?”

Cam’s throat closed on an instinctive denial. There would be no way to avoid it and he didn’t want to. Not really. But it was too soon. “Wait a few days for me to regain my footing and I’ll introduce you myself.”

Davide frowned at that, but looked away in acknowledgment and lowered his head back to Cam’s chest. “Maybe we should have purchased that dance club in Switzerland,” he mused sleepily. “Deter’s been depressed since we changed our plans. You know how much he loves to dance.”

“A few months’ delay. That’s all this is. We’ll find our answers and give Bailey Wagner a refurbished inn to call her own. Maybe with a security system. Then we’ll move on like we always do.”

His words tasted like ash and felt like a lie. No part of his wolf wanted to leave this place or the mate he’d just found. But what choice did he have? The shifters under his protection couldn’t stay anywhere longer than a year. Not if they didn’t want to be challenged for settling on land without pack or permission. It was an archaic rule, but one that was enforced without exception.

And then there was Davide. What would mating mean for their relationship? He couldn’t stay. Not even for her.

Bailey. Bailey. Bailey.

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