“No, Cameron. I don’t want sweet. I don’t want gentle. I want you to fuck me. I want you to mark me. Make me yours, Cameron. Mate me.”
His kiss is hard and fast, and then he flips me over, positioning me on all fours in the grass.
“You look so fucking sexy, Peggy,” he tells me. “All spread out and open, waiting for me.” I feel his breath on my back, and then he starts to kiss his way down my spine. Slowly, carefully, tenderly, he makes his way down my body and then he moves back up again.
“Cameron,” I whisper.
He swats my bottom. “Don’t be impatient, little human,” he says. “We have all the time in the world.”
Forever.
The word frightens me a little because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, but at the same time, a sense of peace wraps around me, enveloping me. No matter what happens tomorrow, everything is going to be okay because somehow, despite all of the odds stacked against us, Cameron and I managed to find each other.
“Please,” I whisper, wiggling my bottom at him. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anyone, anything. Desire washes over me as he runs his nails up my spine. Then he gives my hair a hard tug. He thrusts into me at the same time, filling me, and I groan at the intrusion.
As promised, he doesn’t make love to me sweetly or innocently. No, Cameron is serious when he fucks me hard, owning me on the grass. He keeps one hand on my hair, pulling it back, and the other plays with my breasts, my clit, my entire body.
“Come for me, little human,” he murmurs.
“I’m close,” I groan, unable to catch my breath as he fills me.
“Come,” he whispers again.
I close my eyes.
“Come.”
Now it’s a command.
A promise.
A direction.
And I come apart.
Cameron comes at the same time. I feel him pulsing inside of me as the orgasm washes over my body. It’s so powerful that I don’t notice him pulling my hair again, clearing it away from my neck, until his teeth are sinking inside of me.
I don’t cry out or whine or protest as he marks me as his own. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It doesn’t really hurt at all. It’s more of a quick pinch, a little discomfort, and then I feel him licking the wounds to seal them.
He moves away from me and kneels beside me in the grass.
I look up at Cameron. I’m sated: my desire quenched. I reach for him, and he kisses me gently now, tenderly, and for a little while, we just hold each other.
“You marked me,” I whisper.
“You’re my mate, Peggy. Now everyone will know it.”
“I’ll have a scar?” I glance at my wrist where Ellie’s mark is still displayed. How strange to have two marks from twin dragons now: one from my new sister and one from my mate. I look up at Cameron and he just smiles.
“You’ll wear my mark,” he says. “And everyone who meets you will know that you, Peggy Dane, are wholly loved.”
I wrap my arms around him again, pulling him close. I can hear Cameron’s heart beating hard and fast in his chest. He’s excited about this, just like I am. He’s content to be with me. I don’t get the feeling that he’s ever spent much time worrying about mates, but now that we have each other, I think we’re both wondering how we made it this part on our own.
It’s like we’ve spent our lives with half of our hearts missing, and we just found that missing puzzle piece.
I reach for my new mark and I touch it gingerly with my fingers.
“What do you think?”