She drew in a breath that was a little shaky. “I can do that.”
“You will do that. I can’t let you go. I don’t even have an inclination to try. It fucking baffles me that you’d think I could ever walk away from you. I wouldn’t be able to breathe properly without you.” Then his mouth was on hers, and his tongue swept inside.
She clung to the smooth bulk of his shoulders as he took total possession of her mouth. She gave herself up to it, to him, to the vow they’d made. Her bearcat did the same, filled with utter joy.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze spearing hers. “I’m claiming you, Aspen. Here. Now. The only thing that’ll stop me is hearing you say you don’t want this yet. If you don’t, if you need time, tell me.”
She almost snorted. She’d wanted this for most of her adult life, and he thought she’d ask to delay it? “I don’t need or want time.”
Pure triumph gleamed in his eyes. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Camden stood upright and towered over her, his eyes glittering with naked need and carnal promise. He growled. “Take that fucking tee off now.”
Oh, the tee was coming off.
Aspen rose to her feet and pressed against him as she dragged it over her head. His hands stroked and squeezed as his mouth took hers in a burning, feverish, intoxicating kiss. Her lips trembled. Her head swam. Her heart seemed to thrash against her ribs.
He palmed her ass and yanked her closer. His cock pulsed against her clit through his sweatpants, thick and hard. His gaze holding hers, he filled his free hand with her breast. That display of blatant territorialism delighted her bearcat.
“Get yourself wet for me,” he ordered, his voice deep and rumbly.
She curled her leg over his hip and began to grind against him, wishing his pants were gone so she could glide her clit over his bare cock. He kissed her hard. Bit at her lips. Whispered encouragements against her mouth—urging her to move faster, harder; to get herself ready to take him.
There was no slow burn in her pussy. No, it already ached and blazed, because just knowing that Camden—the man she’d loved for almost all her life—was about to claim her sent a primitive, explosive arousal coursing through her veins.
Her body was all racing chemicals and frenzied hormones. Every inch of her seemed hot and tingly. Her nipples were so taut they hurt as they rubbed against his chest each time she ground—
A gasp flew out of her as his hand delved into her hair and fisted tight. The sting shot straight to her clit and made her nipples throb.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he rumbled—a threat and a promise. “I won’t stop until you feel owned right down to your soul. It belongs to me now, Aspen. And what’s left of mine is yours.”
Needing more of her taste, Camden kissed her again as he hoisted her up. He ached to slam his cock home and ride her hard. His tiger drove him to do exactly that, wanting to bind her to them right there and then. But Camden didn’t want the claiming to be over so soon. He definitely didn’t want to claim her in the living area. Which was why he hadn’t dared remove his pants. If he’d felt her slickness against his cock, he’d have been inside her before either of them could blink.
In the bedroom, he set her delectable ass down on the edge of the bed. “Lay back. That’s it. Now let’s see if you did as I asked.” He sank two fingers into her pussy, groaning as all that slick heat clutched them tight. He hummed. “Dripping wet. Good girl.” He replaced his fingers with his mouth.
He loved going down on her. Loved her sweet and spicy taste. Loved the way she scratched at his scalp. Loved how responsive she was to every lash, swipe, and stab of his tongue.
Knowing he’d never have to give this up—that he could eat her morning, noon, night, whenever he damn well pleased for the rest of their days—spurred him on. The mere knowledge that he was about to claim her as his mate made his cock ache like a bitch.
Could she do better than him? Yes. Could she ever love someone this fucked up and twisted? Maybe. Whatever the case, there’d be no walking away so she could find someone better. Camden didn’t have that goodness in him. And his tiger would never allow it anyway.
She came hard against his mouth, bucking her hips and grabbing at his hair. He kept licking and suckling and lightly scraping his teeth until she imploded again. It wasn’t a soft, easy orgasm. It bowed her back and wrenched a loud cry out of her.