Camden lifted a brow at Havana.
The devil winced. “Yeah, okay, it’s time for us to go.” She hurried over to the tent and crawled inside, yelling, “That is enough!”
“The fuck?” Luke fairly barked, glaring at his cell phone.
Tate frowned. “What’s wrong?”
The Beta cursed beneath his breath. “It’s Blair. I have to go. I’ll call you later.” With that, he took off.
Tate called after his brother, but Luke didn’t respond.
Havana growled. “Seriously, you’re both a pain in my ass,” she said, dragging a wriggling mamba out of the tent. “There’s no excuse for either of you.”
The bearcat let out a haughty twitter as she tossed Bailey’s clothes out of the tent. Then she stormed back inside.
Tate turned to Camden, exhaling heavily. “Again, congrats to you both on your mating.” Once Bailey was dressed, he herded the group out of the clearing and through the trees.
Camden looked down as Aspen peeked out of the tent, back in her human form. “Do I even want to know who started the fight or why?” he asked.
She pursed her lips. “Nah.”
His eyes dipped to her bare breasts, and his cock jerked. “Something good came out of their visit.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“You’re now naked.” Hopefully she hadn’t shredded her clothes while shifting.
“I was already naked. I was lying in wait for you, actually.”
“Lying in wait?” he echoed. “Sounds intriguing. You get back to that while I put the fire out.” She disappeared into the tent, and he went about clearing away their rubbish and extinguishing the fire. Done, he shed his own clothes and balled them up.
Inside the large tent, Camden sucked in a breath. There she lay on the sleeping bag and blankets, her arms above her head, her legs parted, her eyes gleaming with invitation. A sense of ownership burst through him, hardening his dick. “What a fucking sight.” He tossed his clothes into the corner, where she’d dumped her own.
She crooked her finger, the little minx. As if he was so easily dominated. His tiger chuffed.
Kneeling above her, Camden dragged his gaze over every single inch of her. “Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
“So take what’s yours.”
Camden draped himself over her, settling his hips between her thighs. “I fully intend to.” He lowered his mouth to hers and said, “Keep your arms where they are.” He kissed her, keeping it soft, lazy, and sensuous … barely flicking her tongue with his, treating himself to a long, thorough taste of her.
Bracing himself on one elbow, Camden cupped her breast a little too roughly. He swallowed the sexy little moan she let out … and the kiss turned wild and bruising in one second flat. He plundered her mouth, ravenous for her. An electrifying heat coursed through his veins, just as feverish as the echo of need that zipped up their bond.
Curling her legs tight around his hips, she bucked up her own to grind against his cock. Camden growled into the kiss. Fuck if he didn’t want to slam inside her and ride her hard. But this was the evening of their mating ceremony. There’d be no fast fuck tonight. At least not for their first round.
Aspen let out what she knew was a petulant moan when he lifted his hips, robbing her of the delicious friction she sought. Until Camden began sharing her bed, she hadn’t known she was capable of this sort of maddeningly carnal need. Since they’d mated, it had only gotten harder to bare, because she could feel his own arousal through their bond, and it never failed to ramp up hers. So waiting to be fucked really wasn’t on her agenda, but it quickly became clear that Camden was in no rush.
He explored. Stroked. Licked. Shaped. Teased. Marked. It seemed to go on for hours. And the bastard deliberately neglected her pussy.
There was so much raw possession in his touch. So much greed and reverence. Even when those touches held a rough edge, she felt nothing short of cherished.
She also felt ready to burst out of her skin.
She was hot and needy and frantic. Wild, little tremors danced along her painfully oversensitive flesh. Her core blazed and spasmed, desperate to be filled. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
Aspen shivered as he trailed his mouth down her lower abdomen toward where she needed it most. Oh yes, now things were moving in a better direction.
He hovered his lips over her pussy as he parted her slick folds with his thumbs. “Sometimes, I can’t quite believe you finally belong wholly to me.”
“That’s nice, but can you get to work down there? I’ve waited long enough, and I didn’t even complain.”
His eyes snapped to hers, lit with humor. “You thought I was going to eat you out?”
“You’re not?”
“I just want to play with this little clit.” He lashed it with his tongue, the goddamn tease. And then he went about toying with it. He licked and flicked and rolled the tip of his tongue around it. Occasionally, he’d sweep that talented tongue between her folds, but he always stopped before reaching her core.