Page 102 of The Stone Curse
Spit it out, Cameron. I exhaled the words. “Curi helped me.”
He froze, every muscle in his body gripped tight. “Helpedyou?”
I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. “He had to help me orgasm and?—”
His roar shattered my ear drums, and he reared away from me, coming to stand across the room with his back to me. His shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths.
My scalp prickled as I sat up. I could sense his beast close to the surface, but it wasn’t fighting to be free, merely present. Listening? The bracelet was obviously subduing it.
Several seconds passed, and I waited for Serath’s breath to calm before speaking. “We didn’t have sex. It wasn’t like that.”
His growl made the hairs on my body stand to attention. “I need…I need a moment.”
I waited some more, sheets clutched to my chest. He finally turned to face me, his form draped in shadow.
“Would you have let him touch you otherwise?” he asked. “If you’d been in control? In your senses?”
“No.” The answer came easy. “I was desperate. In pain. I needed help, and I trusted him not to take advantage.”
“Then I understand.”
I exhaled on a shudder, blinking back a fresh wave of tears. “You do?” My lips trembled. “You forgive me for?—”
He crossed the room and cut off my words with his mouth. “There’s nothing to forgive.” He kissed my throat. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. That you were forced to make such a decision. But I’m here now, and every desire”—he cupped my breast and squeezed gently, pinching my nipple so a line of pleasure shot down to my core—“every fucking aching need”—he slipped down my body and parted my thighs, his breath hot on my pussy—“I’ll satisfy.”
“Yes…Yes, please.”
“What do you want, Cameron? My tongue or my cock?”
“Both.”
He chuckled raw and dirty. “Your wish is my command.”
He started gently, lapping and sucking, circling my clit with his tongue, but the needing grew, filling me with a burning ache.
“Please, Serath. Please…”
He gave me his tongue, entering me deep and pushing up against the sweet spot to unleash a guttural cry of release.
I milked him as I came, thighs flexing, hips pressed to his face. He held me tightly, feasting on me as I rode the wave.
The needing ebbed to a simmer, and Serath raised his head to look up my body at me, his pupils blown, his nostrils flaring with each deep breath.
“My turn,” he growled.
He flipped me onto my front and pressed my head into the pillow before hooking an arm around my waist with an impatient growl. There was no time to brace myself before hewas inside me, driving into me hard and fast, burning me with his claiming as he held me in place. This was punishment for Curi. Penance. I’d take it. I’d take whatever he had to give because he was mine and I was his.
Finally.
CHAPTER 48
“Oh, Cameron…Wakey, wakey.” Ignus stood by the door.
I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest, but beside me, Serath continued to sleep.
“Don’t wake him,” Ignus said. “He’s been through a lot. Best to let him recuperate. He’s going to need his strength for what’s to come.” He glanced at the puddle of clothes by the bed. “Get dressed and meet me in the corridor. The boss is here, and he wants to speak to you.”
“The others?”
