Chapter Eight
CAM
When the knock on the door came, Cam instantly answered it. And there she was, looking up at him with those sapphire eyes that excited him every time.
He frowned. Something was wrong in her gaze; she was upset. Asteroth stood behind her and nodded at Cam when they made eye contact.
“Come in,” said Cam, widening the door for Thea to slip past him.
“Can I speak to you for a moment, Camael?” Asteroth asked. He tilted his head to indicate he wanted to talk outside.
Cam held in a growl of frustration. His mate didn’t seem well. He needed to tend to her, and yet he had to deal with whatever meaningless point Asteroth wanted to get off his chest.
He stepped outside and closed his door.
“I seem to have become an annoyance for you, Camael.” Asteroth spoke with a sudden seriousness that caught Cam off-guard.
Cam pushed all negative thoughts away. He had to remember that he was dealing with a member of the Dominion League. “Not at all, Asteroth. I thank you for supporting the partnering request.”
“It seems you are quite taken with her.” Asteroth’s eye bore into Cam.
Cam refused to look away but said nothing.
Asteroth sighed, relaxing out of his authoritative stance. “You seem to have forgotten our history, Camael. I can only guess it is because you feel I am interfering with that which you deem to be yours.”
Cam lowered his eyes. It was true, Asteroth had always been respectful and helpful to him in the past, even when he didn’t have to be. A twinge of guilt stirred in him. “It was not my intention to insult you, Asteroth.” Lately, he seemed to be insulting all of the angels that tolerated him.
“I know,” Asteroth said. “It is not an unusual way for a Power to behave with their natural mate, especially when the mating has not yet taken place.”
Cam’s chest tightened. He knew. How could he know?
“Have you spoken to the Thrones yet?”
Cam simply observed him, unsure if he should admit anything. Although Asteroth had always been one of the nicer Dominion League members, he was still Dominion League.
“Camael?”
“I’m not comfortable discussing this with a member of the Dominion League,” Cam said, finally.
Asteroth lifted his head. “Ah. Fair enough. Well, I’m here for you to talk to whenever you feel ready. This will be kept confidential, but I recommend you arrange an appointment with the Thrones.”
“Why do you think we are natural mates?”
Asteroth smiled. “You may not be aware, but I have been watching your progress for a long time, Camael. I can tell.” He turned and headed to the balcony. “Get that appointment.”
Cam exhaled as he watched Asteroth launch into the air. His appointment with the Thrones was still a little while away and although he was looking forward to addressing the issue of mating a Nephilim, he was also worried that in that time, Thea would withdraw from him.
He entered his quarters eager to speak to her. She wasn’t in his social room or kitchen. He walked to the bedroom, relishing her soft unique scent that filled his home. As he approached the bedroom, he stopped in shock.
She stood staring out of his window completely naked, her perfect body displayed for him. Her hair tumbled in deep-brown waves over her shoulders and her breasts swayed gently. She was the most delicious thing he had ever seen.
He stalked over to her and encircled his arms around her, pressing his face into her neck and caressing her soft skin. “Thea,” he murmured, breathing in her scent. “Are you trying to turn me crazy?”
“Are you?” Thea said, lightly. “You haven’t seemed interested in me sexually this last week.”
Cam pressed her closer to him, grinding his hard cock into her plump ass. “Does this feel like a lack of interest?”
“Hmmm.” She ran her hands over his arms, still staring out of the window.
“What happened today, in the meeting?”
She turned to him and ran her hands over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Her touched sparked thrills all over his body and he breathed heavily, trailing his hands down her back and cupping her full ass. He leaned in to kiss her but she turned so his lips pressed into her jaw. He pressed little kisses along it. Once his shirt was open, she kissed and licked his chest, her tongue meandering along his muscles and sucking a nipple as she unbuckled his trousers. He grumbled in the back of his throat loving her mouth on him, squeezing her fleshy ass. He brushed his hands around her hip, slipped his fingers between her legs and inhaled, shocked at how wet she was already.
She pulled his trousers down all the way to his ankles and knelt before him. Catching his cock in her mouth, he groaned as she sucked him in, her lips stretching wide over him. She sucked hard, her head bobbing along his shaft until his cock was wet and dripping, taking him as deeply into her soft mouth as she could. Waves of pleasure rippled through him as he watched her, and spiked when she fondled his balls with gentle fingers.
“Thea,” he whispered. “You’re amazing.”
She pulled her mouth away from him and tapped his calves so he lifted each leg for her to free him of his trousers and underwear. Standing, she pulled his shirt from his shoulders so he was naked.
She pushed him back until he bucked against the bed and sat down on the edge. Then, keeping her eyes on his cock, she stepped up on the bed, her feet either side of him. He leaned forward to lick her sweet pussy but she lowered into a squat on his lap.
“Thea—”
“Shh…” She grasped behind his neck and reached down to align herself with his cock. He watched her, allowing her to take the lead. An uncomfortable feeling rose in him at her behavior but he allowed her to continue hoping that this connection with her would calm her distress.
Impaling herself on his cock, they both groaned—her pussy was so much tighter than he remembered. The potent scent wafting from between her legs made him even harder. Stilling for a moment when she had encased all of him, she took a breath and then began to ride him, her heels digging into the edge of the bed, slamming her hips down onto him.
Cam moaned, running a hand along her back. She rode him with an intense focus, her head low looking at their joining, her fingers interlocked behind his neck.
“Thea, look at me.” He wanted to kiss her, to inhale her breath, to claim her moans in his mouth, to revel in her gaze.
She groaned something but didn’t raise her head.
“Thea.”
She rode him harder and he gritted his teeth at the surge of coarse pleasure that flooded him. He was going to come.
“Thea.”
Her head remained low.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head. Her eyes were unfocused and glassy, almost rolling back in her head. Shock hit Cam. She wasn’t even there with him, she was somewhere else completely! He roared, a combination of hurt and outrage rolling over him. Unfortunately, he was too far gone to stop. After his lack of orgasm in the clouds, after waiting until this moment for her, he was already primed. He came against his will, the orgasm racking his body as he spurted into her. She continued to grip him with her pussy, her body almost on autopilot. He stood abruptly and lifted her off him, pulling out of her before he’d even finished ejaculating. Turning, he threw her on the bed. She bounced and lay still before propping herself up on her elbows, her eyes coming into focus, confusion on her face.
Anger coursed through him and he couldn’t help but pace at the end of the bed, in agitation. She had drifted away while she was making love to him! She might as well have been blacked out, her mind dead to him. It was the most unsatisfactory and disturbing experience he had ever had with her.
“Explain yourself, Elithea,” he growled.
“What?”
“You were not present while you were riding me.” His voice was low and threatening. “What were you thinking about? Who were you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” She frowned. “No one.”
“Do not lie,” he snarled. “You didn’t look at me. Not once! Your eyes were unfocused, you didn’t respond to me, you were only focused on my cock.”
“So what?” she snapped. “So what if I just wanted to fuck to take my mind off things? Why do I have to be present?”
Cam froze. “So you just want to use my body for your own pleasure. You want to switch off from me?”
She glared at him. “You told me before to take what I needed.”
“Not like that!” Cam could hardly believe her attitude, yet his cock began to harden.
“Why not?” she shouted, pushing herself up to sitting position. “That’s what you do. Whenever you feel like it, you just go and make your own decisions about how to behave with me.”
“I have never behaved that way with you.”
“You acted so cold with me in the beginning, then you were so passionate. You couldn’t wait to get away from me, then you wanted to mate with me. You brought me here, kept your distance and then told me no one could touch me. You act like we’re just friends, then you get yourself partnered with me. I can’t fucking keep up!” Her skin was beautifully flushed, her sapphire eyes burned and her nipples pointed at him. “You want me to trust you but you don’t talk to me. You don’t explain anything to me or share your thoughts with me, Cam. I’m basically here, on my own, trying to make sense of everything. If I want to slip away into nothing and just feel nothing, you will allow me that at the least,” she snarled, almost feral.
Cam was speechless. She wanted to feel nothing? She wanted sexual oblivion when she had a mate? No. Fucking. Way. He wouldn’t allow it. Whatever they had said to her in the meeting had clearly traumatized her; she should be sharing that with him not pulling away. Seeking his support, not trying to erase all feeling. Granted, maybe he hadn’t been as clear with her as he could have been about his intentions, but some of that was no fault of his own. It was her trust issues that magnified it. He stared at her, his cock jutting out, hard and throbbing at the fierceness in her eyes and the demand in her voice. That was what he wanted, what he loved about her, but not like this. As her mate, he could not tolerate this behavior. It would destroy them.
He stalked to the bed and climbed toward her until he was over her looking down. She stared at him with that challenging look. He snaked his arm under her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He turned her head to one side and ran the tip of his cock along her ass.
She sighed and closed her eyes, no doubt expecting him to follow her orders.
He pressed his cock at the tip of her wet entrance and braced himself with his hands on either side of her head.
He lowered until his mouth was close to her ear. “The first time I lifted you into my arms after those Spectras attacked you? This,” he slammed into her, relishing her gasp and the clench of her pussy, “is how hard I was for you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, her breath caught in her throat.
He slowly pulled back as he spoke again, until he reached her entrance. “That day I convinced you to train with me, when you had come into your power and looked so fucking gorgeous? This,” he slammed in again and she moaned, her eyes wide, “is how hard I was for you.”
He pulled out again, his voice becoming raspy. “Every day we trained was like torture. I had to keep myself distant so I could focus, so I could constantly hide this,” he slammed in again, her body jolting from the force, “from you.”
She whimpered, her eyes trying to find him. He began to pump into her casually, her channel so much slicker.
“Every time you smiled, every time you laughed, every time you asked me a question, every time I saw that fierce determination, Elithea.”
She whined and lifted her ass to meet him, drawing him in deeper.
“I wanted to fuck you every time.”
“Cam,” she whispered. “I wanted to fuck you too.”
“The first time we kissed and became intimate?” He lowered his mouth to her ear and bit her lobe, dragging his teeth along it. “I was about to mate you there and then. That’s why I had to stop and leave immediately. I could barely control myself.”
She spread her legs wider, lifted her hips higher, tilting her pelvis to give him better access.
“Even though I requested to be reassigned from you, I watched you every day. I saw you take assignment after assignment, I watched you take on that group of four demons, and I was proud of you, Elithea. So fucking proud that my little Nephilim had such amazing skill.” He sped up, her little breathy grunts getting louder, her pussy sodden. “Even if they had reassigned me, I still would have watched you every day for the rest of your life. Because you are mine. And because I belong to you.” Now he was thoroughly pounding into her, his cock almost coming all the way out before diving deep into her sweet tightness, aided by her throwing her hips back. Her quivering ass looked so divine it was almost too much for him.
“Camael,” she groaned, her voice guttural and low.
He grabbed the hair at the back of her head and inched her face to look back and up at him. She was there, present and focused, staring at him through lidded eyes with that burning, sexy power she had over him. He dropped on one elbow and smothered her mouth with his, sucking, licking, pulling on her lips as she moaned into his mouth. He pulled away to look at her again, the punishing rhythm of his hips unbroken. “There is no ‘nothing,’ Thea. There will always be us.” He lowered his voice. “Now, come.”
She spasmed, her whole body twitching, her face contorting into a beauty only he would ever see. Her pussy rewarded him, slippery and smooth, her inner muscles clamping down on him with a squeeze that forced him to come immediately. The crest of their orgasms arrived together, both crying out, so intense he almost shifted.
And then, after what seemed like an age of almost unbearable pleasure, the peak began to ebb away.