Straightening with a growl, he shoved down his pants. His cock sprang free and tapped his belly. “Hands under your knees.” He snapped out the order as he kicked his pants aside, and she quickly complied. “Good. Pull your legs toward your chest and then spread them wide. Yes, like that.”
Gripping her ass with one hand, he inched the head of his dick into her pussy and then splayed his hand on her lower stomach. “There’ll be no going back from this. Not ever.” He savagely slammed home.
A flash of pain came and went in her eyes, and she sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”
Camden groaned as her tight inner muscles constricted around him. He flexed his cock and felt the movement through the hand he’d rested on her stomach. “There I am. Deep in my baby. Exactly where I should be.” He slowly reared back until only the broad head was inside. “Tell me if it gets too much.”
She nodded and licked her lips, her eyes lit with anticipation. And he knew she was expecting him to fuck her hard as he’d promised. He would. But not yet. He wasn’t ready to end this yet. Not when he’d waited to make her irrevocably his for so fucking long.
Camden began to fuck her soft and slow, burying himself balls-deep with every thrust. He was equally gentle as he explored her body with his hands and mouth—palming her breasts, suckling on her nipples, dancing his fingers over her plump folds, licking at her neck right over the spot where he intended to leave his claiming bite. It was also the very spot he’d left his permanent brand. He was determined to make it something more vital; something deeper; something that could never be undone.
Her eyes glazed, she shot him a frown. “I’m waiting for that hard fuck you talked about.”
“I know.” Slicing out only the tips of his claws, he lightly dragged them down her throat, between her breasts, and down her stomach—leaving behind faint red lines. Gasping at the sting, she arched into him. Just the response he’d wanted.
He gave her a few more twinges of pain as he continued to slowly take her. Twisted her nipples. Bit into her breast. Raked her shoulder with his teeth. Lightly slapped her clit.
Desperate and mindless, she hissed at him. “What do you want? You want me to beg?”
“No.” He swiveled his hips. “But I do want you to do something for me.”
“What?” she bit out.
He slowly and smoothly pulled back. “Try and find a way to love me, even if only a little.”
She raised her head and glared daggers at him. “I already love you, you big fucking idiot! How could you not know that?”
Her words rocked him all the way to his core, blanking his thoughts. Squeezing his chest. Seizing his lungs. Punching holes through a particular barrier in his mind.
And then his world tilted.
A knowing so primal and old snapped taut between them. The mating urge violently rammed into every cell of his body. More, a metaphysical bond fired to life with an audible snap.
He barely felt the brief pain in his head and chest, he didn’t have time to process the emotions that filled him and his cat, because a need so raw and blinding blew through Camden like a hot wind, leaving him able to think of nothing else but claiming his mate. His mate.
He snarled down at her. “All the fuck mine.”
A startled curse burst out of Aspen as he began aggressively powering into her. Needing to touch him, she released her legs and clung to his back. He’d never taken her this roughly before. He’d always been careful not to give her more pain than she liked. But right then, his control was gone. He was dangerously unrestrained. Almost vicious. And, so caught up in the elemental need swamping them both, she found it nothing but exhilarating.
Feeling just as wild, she did as her bearcat urged and raked his back with her claws, drawing blood. Marking him. Making sure he knew who he belonged to.
A growl rumbled up his chest, and he pitilessly sliced her outer thigh hard enough to break the skin. “Tell me again.”
Knowing what he meant, Aspen gave him the three little words once more. He groaned and fucked her even more ferociously.
His hand snapped around her throat. “I own you.” It was a snarl. “All of you. Your thoughts, your orgasms, your dreams. I own the fucking air you breathe. And we both know what it does to you when I take it away.” His thumb and finger pressed down on her carotid artery.
She wheezed, digging her nails deeper into his back, and her orgasm fiercely whipped through her, making her explode from the inside out. Too swept up in the pleasure, she barely felt the slice of pain when Camden’s fingers released her throat and he sank his teeth into her neck. He sucked and licked the spot, making the brand deep, before finally pulling back.