A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

“Yes.” Davide bucked against him, begging for more. “Harder, Cameron. Fuck me harder. Make her watch.”

You heard him, Bailey. Push down those shorts so I can see you fuck yourself with your fingers.

She complied immediately, eager and willing. He saw the blonde tuft of hair and the wetness on her thighs and growled. Watch.

Cam redoubled his efforts on the man beneath him. He kissed him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “She wants me to make you scream, Davide.”

“Please.” His eyes were golden and dilated. “But I need you deeper. Need more.”

Cam pulled out and flipped him over, thrusting back inside before wrapping both his arms around Davide’s chest from behind.

“Fuck, Cam,” Davide groaned when he seated himself fully inside him. “That. Don’t stop, Cam. Never stop.”

Cam scraped his shoulder with his teeth. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Every inch of you belongs to me.”

“Yes.”

“Feel me claim what’s mine.”

His hips snapped forward, the smack of flesh loud in the silent room, and then there were no more words. Just fucking and needy growls. His balls tightened as he drove into Davide again and again. Closer. Deeper. More.

Davide’s cries made him wild. He wouldn’t allow anything to come between them. To stop him from feeling this.

I need to come, Boot Boy.

His imaginary Bailey was still touching herself beside them. As close to climax as they were. As desperate. He needed to please her, too.

“Make me come,” Davide moaned, unknowingly echoing her demand.

He dropped one hand to Davide’s cock and stroked with a firm grip, gasping as the heat of his own release started burning up his spine. “Come, Davide.”

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—”