“You never told me that.”
He shrugged his bare shoulders, his expression troubled. “I was young, it was a story and she’d never been in her right mind. It was after those pompous assholes said only one of us could mark Bailey that I remembered it and wondered if it was true. If I’d end up like him and you’d have to put me down.”
“Never.” Cameron bent his head to reach Davide’s downturned mouth, kissing him with all the passion he felt. “If I followed shifter tradition or believed every half-forgotten story they shoved down our throats, I wouldn’t be here now. I’d have starved after my pack shattered. Lived alone in shame as I was supposed to, instead of meeting a wild, beautiful man and deciding to create something new.
“When other shifters look at me, they see a greedy wolf. I take more than I need, and I use what I have to keep what’s mine. You are mine.”
Davide moved to stand between Cam’s legs to look into his eyes, triumph in his golden-brown gaze. “There you are. The Cameron Locke I love wouldn’t throw away all we could have without a fight.”
He had to make him understand. “If it were up to me, it wouldn’t be a question. But she has the power in this, Davide. She chooses. Releasing us would be painful, but survivable for everyone. She would have to be willing to risk our sanity and all of our lives to pick door number two. Willing to make a lifetime commitment to strangers she met days ago.”
Understanding transformed Davide’s expression. “You don’t trust her to choose us. I get it. You hate not being in control. Alphas usually do, but—”
“Careful.” Cam squeezed him in warning. Only packs had alphas.
“I think we’re a catch,” Davide continued. “And you can’t deny she wants us.”
Cam tried to smile, but it wasn’t easy. Davide wasn’t wrong about his control issues. They served him well with other shifters and in business, but Bailey was different. She was independent. Stubbornly so. And she had no idea what they were or what they would ask from her.
What if she didn’t want them?
What if she did?
“Sometimes letting go of control can be a good thing.” Davide brushed Cam’s nipples again, his voice full of sensual promise. “Do you need a reminder?”
“Maybe I do. Are you going to give it to me?” Cam asked, instantly grasping his meaning. He was aching to soothe his disappointment, and so aroused he couldn’t see straight. Bailey. Davide. He wanted them both.
The kiss was more animal than human. More instinct than seduction. Davide moaned into Cam’s mouth, sucking and biting and tasting him as if he’d never get enough. Tongues tangled and Cam forced himself to keep his hands on his thighs, letting Davide grip his neck and force his back against the counter, setting them both on fire.
Yes. Yours.
“I need to fuck you,” Davide muttered, releasing him to get rid of his shorts and gesturing impatiently at Cam’s. “Bend over that stool for me. Now.”
“I’ll break it.” Cam said, half-joking as he stripped and moved into position.
“You won’t. You’ll hold on to it and brace yourself for what I’m going to do to you.”
A shudder rolled through his large frame and he obeyed, unable to resist Davide’s command.
“Wider,” he growled when Cam didn’t move fast enough to suit him. “I told Bailey watching your ass was no hardship. She thought you were too big to need any help in that area, but we both know better, don’t we? We both know how much you love it when I make you scream. The bigger they are…”
Cam smiled over his shoulder. “The harder they fall when they turn this damn stool into kindling?”
Davide’s lips twitched. “You getting too old for this, Locke? Afraid you’ll break a hip?”
Cam’s eyes narrowed. “I can break something else if you’d like.”
“Maybe later. I’m busy.” Davide dropped to his knees and Cam bit his lip when Davide’s hands began caressing the back of his thighs. His hips. He gasped when a rough tongue swiped his tight sac. His taint.
Damn, that felt good.
The cheeks of his ass were spread and he shivered at the warmth of Davide’s breath on his sensitive skin. He knew what was coming next. Craved it. He moaned when Davide’s tongue began to trace the tight ring of his ass, nibbling and sucking at the bundle of nerves until Cam’s erection started leaking precum and he was ready to beg. “Davide.”
His vision flickered when Davide’s tongue pressed inside for a deeper kiss and he saw a flash of pink with black polka dots. A truck near a mountain road with Bailey inside. Her head was thrown back, her hand between her legs as she touched herself. She was thinking of this. Of them.
She was watching them.