Page 43 of Cruelly Bitten
Which meant doing something proactive, like getting off this table. Only, to do that, I needed to not be a squirming mess of overwhelmed nerves.
I moaned as my knee touched my chest, every part of me incredibly sensitive.
Deep breaths,I coached myself.Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
Oh, but it burned…
The spot between my legs. My lungs. Even my throat.
Because of my screams,I thought. I closed my eyes and focused on calming my heartbeat by breathing properly. It hurt. My insides protested.
And my clit…pulsated.
I bit my tongue to keep from groaning.
Come on, Ismerelda. Get up. Grab the laptop. Focus on finding out more about Cam.
And the… theritualshe mentioned.I frowned.What ritual? What preparations? What are they doing? Why is Cam…?
My eyes opened as I finished my thought. “Why is he involved?” I whispered to myself, blinking.Does it have something to do with why they brainwashed him?
I forced myself to sit up again as another shock of pleasure-pain jolted my system. Cam’s bite pulsed between my legs, serving as a symbol of his brutal claim. But I forced myself to ignore it.
Something important was happening.
Something I… I needed to…to see.
I glanced at his discarded laptop. He’d left it on the bed in full view of the camera.
But he hadn’t exactly said I couldn’t use it. Instead, he’d bought my lie about being computer illiterate—which had been one of my first tests. If he’d been the real Cam, or in this case, a Cam with all his memories intact, he would have scoffed at my comments.
However, he hadn’t. He thought I hadn’t even been able to log in despite having been on his computer for a while in front of that camera. Did he think I’d just been guessing passwords the whole time?
Or had he not seen me at all?
I considered the camera and then the laptop again.
Maybe he’d been too busy to check the feed. Which meant he might be too busy to look again now.
But why would he have a camera in his own bedroom if he’s the one monitoring the video?I wondered, frowning again.That seems… odd.
Granted, nothing about this made sense. Cam’s memory loss. My being taken here. Why Lilith had brainwashed Cam. Mira’s betrayal.
I slid off the table and winced at the pang between my legs. I was absolutely going to bruise down there. But at least my immortal ties to Cam would help me heal faster.
With awkward and careful steps, I made my way over to the bed and climbed into it while my lower half protested.
Ow, ow, ow,I chanted in my head as a moan slid from my mouth. It was such a contradiction, but I couldn’t help the sensations flowing through my blood.
Why has Cam never bitten me there before?I wondered as I settled against the pillows.It hurts, but it’s also…I trailed off as I squirmed, another jolt of ecstasy flooding my veins.Sooo good…
I swallowed, my eyes closing briefly as I fought the urge to climax again. It would probably be more painful than pleasurable at this point. And it felt wrong to take advantage of the situation, especially knowing my Cam would never have bitten me like this.
But now I sort of wish he would,I admitted to myself.Which probably makes me a terrible mate.
I cleared my throat and grabbed the laptop, determined to do better. To make my Cam proud. To respect his true memories. To be the mate I’d vowed to always be.
Even when he?—
