Chapter Fifteen

 

CAM

 

Cam found himself smiling much more than usual. It wasn’t just the sex with Thea, which was frequent and intense, but her mere presence made his nerves spark with joy and his agitations calm. Their training was more lighthearted now, almost a game to see who could hold out longest before they had to rush home to peel each other’s clothes off and make love like it was the first time, every time.

He memorized every inch of her body, everything she loved, how she liked to be touched and how to bring her as high as he could. He would tease her pussy until she was begging for more, biting her lip and squirming underneath him. Her body was addictive but so was her laugh, her smile, her frown. He loved her dedication to learning the things he was teaching her. He didn’t want it to end, and so he stretched out the process for longer than was strictly necessary.

One night in the shower, he washed her body, his hands lathering up every curve and slope, traveling everywhere. He brushed her nipples, traced his fingertips along the back of her thighs, and squeezed her ass, riling her up into an impatient frenzy before he rinsed her and slipped his fingers between her legs. His slick hands rubbed her clit and she moaned, kissing him hungrily, wrapping her hands around his twitching cock causing it to harden further. He turned her around and pushed her shoulders forward so her hands pressed against the shower wall.

She threw a cheeky smile over her shoulder, wriggling her ass at him, and he grunted, unable to wait any longer. He slid his cock into her warm, wet pussy and began to thrust inside her in slow strokes. Thea liked it rough and he was more than happy to give it to her that way, but first he always wanted to take his time, to savor the feeling of her tight muscles trembling and clenching around his cock. It drove her crazy when he was slow and made her rock her hips against his impatiently. Cam gripped her waist, holding her still while fucking her in long strokes, pushing deep against the back of her pussy. She growled back at him in frustration and a moan of desire escaped him. He loved the indirect ways she demanded what she wanted; growling at him sharply, yanking him toward her and serving him with a commanding glare that his cock loved. When he finally sped up and began taking her roughly, she moaned his name again and again while throwing herself back against him, taking his cock deep and hard.

“Tell me how much you like this,” he said, over the sound of the water.

“I love it.” Her voice was raspy and low. So fucking sexy. “I love your cock.”

Those were the words he was looking for. Love. She loved it. She wanted more of him, just as he wanted her. Always. Now she deserved to be fucked the way she liked it, the way her body was craving. He took both of her arms and held them behind her, arching her back for leverage as he pounded into her with his cock. Thea’s breathing and voice turned ragged when she moaned, her ass rippling and her breasts jolting with each slam. Her tight pussy throbbed around Cam’s cock, pulling him in so he was buried within her, grinding firmly against that sweet spot in her pussy. He began to move slowly again, smiling while Thea’s poor hips shuddered and she grumbled, commanding him to resume his rough treatment of her body.

“What?” he demanded. “Say it.”

“Fuck me harder, Cam.” Her voice was barely audible over the water, but the warning in her tone almost made him come.

“Louder.” Cam sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck. Me.” She almost screamed, her voice echoing around the bathroom.

He pulled her arms further toward him, arching her back and fucked her thoroughly, making her come immediately but he didn’t stop. As his own desire built, shuddering through every ounce of his body, her pussy squeezing and sucking him, she came again. He roared, hitting his peak, thrusting into her hard as he came.

He held still for a moment after as he processed the feeling of absolute ecstasy that still surrounded him, her pussy still milking him. He slipped out of her and pulled her trembling body toward him, bracing his hand on the wall to support them both. He panted into her neck, breathing in her delicate scent as both of their breathing calmed under the cascading shower spray.

He carefully cleaned her and dried her off afterward while she stared at him with adoring eyes. Those eyes told him everything. She was falling for him, just like he was for her. Everything was so natural between them, so perfect.

In the back of his mind, Cam knew she was his natural mate. She had to be, there were too many signs, but in truth, it worried him. He ached to mate with her but didn’t know what the reaction might be in the Angel Realm. Nephilim were not considered appropriate mates for angels. The only real use they had to the Angel Realm were as demon-hunters. He had never heard of any angel mating with a Nephilim. It could even be forbidden.

They lay in bed a few evenings later, Cam stroking the length of her body, as she ran her fingers over his arms.

She lifted her head and kissed him. “How’s my training going?” she asked, smiling. “Or haven’t you been paying attention?”

“I’ve been paying attention. And I think you’re ready. More than ready.”

“To hunt demons?”

He nodded, almost sadly. He looked forward to their training and didn’t want it to end. Although he would ensure they would still see each other, he would miss spending his days with her. And he would worry about her constantly. He wondered if he should truly see if it was possible to mate with her. He had never experienced anything like this with any other woman; he actually thought of her as his mate already.

She seemed to sense the drop in his mood and pressed her soft lips to his jaw, as if trying to reassure him. He thought about how well they worked together, how much calmer and focused he was with her, even though he was in a constant state of desire. The powerful calm focus that drove him when he was with her seemed stronger than the rage he normally experienced. They flowed together, connected perfectly. He could definitely see himself with her—she made him better.

However, she would get a Nephilim partner for her hunts and he would be reassigned. If he wanted to keep her safe, he’d have to mate with her.

“Cam,” she said, interrupting his thoughts. “Will I still be able to see you? Even when my training ends?”

He nodded. “Of course. If you want to.”

“I want to,” she said. “All the time.”

He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Then you will,” he said, hoping it was true.