Page 63 of A Sinful Trap

Cam’s mouth left her pussy to lick Davide’s release off her skin and she reached for him, her shaking hands sliding over his chest and tangling in the hair there.

“Fuck me, Cam.”

She was asking, like he’d told her she would. More a demand than submission, but it was all he needed. He licked another salty drop of Davide off her nipple and let go of her legs so she could wrap them around him. His cock was so sensitive he hissed as he guided himself inside.

He had to be careful with her. She wasn’t a shifter, and she was so small in his hands…

“I can take it,” she gasped. “Please.”

Had she heard him?

He took her hips in his hands and watched her eyes as he pushed slowly inside, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort.

Her lips parted as his thick cock stretched her. And kept stretching. “Oh God.”

“Can you take it now?” He wasn’t sure he could. He was rocking into paradise and the fit was so breathtakingly tight he might come before he got all the way inside her.

She dropped her arms and moved her legs until they were over his shoulders instead of around his back. The position sunk his cock even deeper.

“I can take all of it,” she said again, gripping the edge of the desk as if to brace herself. “I need it, Cam.”

I need to have this before tomorrow.

“Damn it,” he groaned, his hips plunging forward until they were skin to skin. So deep she couldn’t leave him, no matter where her mind was taking her. “Fuck, Bailey. Tell me if I hurt you.”

Nothing else could stop him but that. Mine. His wolf roiled beneath his skin, ready to claim its woman. Because she still doubted. Even mindless with desire, some part of her still thought she might have to let them go.

No part of him could let that happen.

His fingers would leave marks, he knew, digging into her hips and guiding her into every thrust. But her shouts were his music, urging him on, and her scent set him on fire.

Pink socks brushed the sides of his head and he growled, fucking into her like the world was ending. He couldn’t stop. He’d never stop. She felt too good. Too his. His innkeeper. His sunlight. His mate.

“You still think I don’t want you?” He stared at her pussy and watched his cock abuse it. “Look at me. Into me. Now that I know how you fit me, do you really think I’ll give this up?”

“Cam,” she sobbed, her fingers clawing at the desk. “Don’t stop. It’s so good.”

He couldn’t. He’d never come inside a woman without protection in his very long life, but the idea of filling her with his seed was too arousing to shake. She was on the pill—even without the link, he could smell it—but the primitive urge didn’t fade with that knowledge. He wanted her covered in his scent, so there could be no doubt who she belonged to.

Mark her. Claim her.

When Bailey’s cries were suddenly muted, he looked up to find Davide kneeling by the desk, his mouth locked on hers in a passionate kiss.

He broke away, looking into Cam’s eyes as he whispered in her ear, “Come for him. Give him what he needs.”

Ours. She’s ours, Cam thought, knowing to his bones she was made for them.

“Bailey.” His voice was guttural and ragged. She had to come. He wanted her squeezing like a vice around him before he gave in to the insistent need boiling in his balls.

Come. Come. Need to come.

Davide’s fingers slid between them to work on her clit, and then she was shouting Cam’s name, her pussy spasming around his shaft and setting him on fire. His cock jerked inside her, hips still thrusting as he filled her until there was nothing left. Until his thighs were shaking and he saw stars exploding beneath his lids.

“Yes, it’s love. The kind that originates in the soul and takes your heart by surprise.”

It was love, and Bailey had certainly taken him by surprise. Fallen into his arms. Transformed him.

He leaned down and kissed her gently, careful not to crush her under his weight. Then he turned his head to kiss Davide, who was waiting for him with a smile and the same determination he felt. The same wonder in his expression.

It was decided. She had to choose them. But even if she didn’t, there would be no leaving Bailey behind. They were hers now. Heart and soul.

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