by Brenda Trim
“Sure, what’s another hour,” Finn joked and headed to the sofa. “I’ll be over here, napping.”
Lorne’s gaze traveled back to Cambree. “I’ll be back in a bit. Is there anything you need while I’m out?”
“Just you to hurry back,” she whispered with a sigh.
“Try and stop me,” he murmured and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Lorne wanted to throw her against the wall and fuck her into next week, but Cambree was delicate. He couldn’t push her if she wasn’t ready.
Gods help him. He was falling for the female. If he didn’t make a move soon, some other male would. This Damien might’ve caught her attention, but Lorne wanted her heart.
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Chapter 16
“I brought pizza,” Lorne announced as he entered Cambree’s apartment.
Finn sat up on the couch and yawned. “Good. I’m so hungry, I could eat a Buggane.”
“Well, you’ll be taking yours to go,” Lorne said and shoved the extra pizza box in the male’s face.
“Geez, I know when I’m not wanted,” Finn replied sarcastically. “But hey, at least you brought me food,” he added as he grabbed the cardboard container.
Finn got up and yelled down the hall toward Cambree’s bedroom door, “See ya later, Cam,” then turned to Lorne. “Treat her right, douche dick, or else,” he warned as he walked to the front door, and left the apartment.
Lorne placed the pizza and other items on her kitchen counter and walked back to her living area. He was suddenly nervous. Hopefully, she hadn’t changed her mind in the short time he was gone. He needed to be alone with her.
He heard the bedroom door open, and moments later, Cambree walked into the living room. She stood there with wet hair, wearing a fluffy pink robe that went to her knees. She looked pure and sweet, and good enough to eat.
“Oh, that smells delicious. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now,” Cambree admitted with a smile.
“I’m starving, too,” Lorne husked as he perused Cambree from head to toe. Food, however, was the last thing on his mind.
“I guess we should eat then,” she replied and turned toward the kitchen.
Lorne followed and watched Cambree retrieve plates and napkins. He acknowledged that as a single male, he rarely bothered with such formalities.
“So, why did you want to spend the day with me?” she asked as she grabbed a bottle of penquino wine and held it up. “Want some?”
Lorne nodded, and Cambree grabbed two glasses then headed back to the living room. Lorne grabbed the pizza, plates, and napkins and was two steps behind her. Thinking about her first question, Lorne decided he was done being evasive, and denying his feelings. He was going for broke with Cambree. She was the female he wanted.
“To answer your first question, the answer is simple. I want you, Cam.”
“What?” she sputtered and put the glasses and wine on her coffee table then plopped on the couch as if her legs gave out.
“Sorry. I know that was blunt, but it’s the truth. I’m crazy about you, Cam. You came out of nowhere and blindsided me. That day we kissed, you rocked my world. I should’ve told you then, but I thought you were better off without me. Hell, I still feel that way, but I don’t give a fuck anymore. I want a chance with you if you’ll give me one,” Lorne confessed.
“Oh, wow,” she muttered and stared at him.
Lorne waited patiently, but she said nothing. “You’re killing me over here,” Lorne murmured.
Finally, she spoke. “So many times I dreamed you would say something like this, and now that you have, I don’t know how to react,” she admitted and grabbed a slice of pizza.
Lorne sat next to her and poured them each a glass of wine. “I was a complete jackwagon before. Honestly, I thought you hated me.”
“Yes, you were,” she teased and took a bite of pizza.
“And?” he asked, curious how she felt about the latter part of his statement.
“And what?” she asked coyly.
“Don’t play games with me, Cam. You know exactly what,” Lorne commented and grabbed the pizza from her hand.
“Hey, no fair,” she countered and lunged for the slice in his grip.
Lorne’s long arms easily kept it from her reach. “I need to hear your answer,” he insisted.
“Fine. I don’t hate you, Lorne. I never did,” she answered. “Now, give me my pizza.”
Lorne brought the slice to her lips. “You can have one bite,” he said with a smile.
Cambree glared at him then opened her mouth. Lorne fed her one bite then pulled the pizza away.
“So, you never hated me? Tell me this, beautiful one. Have you thought about the kiss we shared?” he hedged with a smile.
Cambree met his gaze, and her dark eyes sparkled brighter than the stars in the sky. “Too many times,” she admitted then lowered her head.
Lorne put down the pizza then leaned against the sofa. “I had no idea. I figured you were mad because I stole your first kiss. I won’t apologize though. I couldn’t allow some other male to have it.”
“Really?” she asked and a smile broke across her adorable face. “I thought you kissed me out of pity. I knew you felt guilty about what happened that day in the alley. I’ve been such a burden to you,” Cambree said with a loud sigh.
“Burden? Are you fucking kidding me? Yes, I feel terribly guilty about not being there when you needed me, but that kiss was far from pity. You’re not a burden to me. Well, unless the definition of burden means I can’t concentrate or think about anything but you. Then yes, you’re the biggest fucking burden on the planet,” Lorne admitted with a wink.
Cambree’s mouth twisted as she tried to mask her smile. “So, I guess we like each other.”
“Well, that depends. I’ve made my feelings clear. What do you want, Cam? Are you interested in Damien?” Lorne inquired. His heart raced in his chest as he waited for her reply. He didn’t know what he would do if Cambree said she wanted another.
“Damien is very nice. He’s smart, successful, handsome,” she began.
“So, you choose him?” Lorne blurted and stood up, needing to get the hell out of her apartment. Rejection was a bitch, and the sooner he left, the better. He didn’t want Cambree to see how much he needed her.
“But, he doesn’t make me feel the way you do,” she blurted and grabbed his hand. Cambree tugged him back to the sofa. “Nothing compares to that.”
Lorne couldn’t resist a moment longer. He pulled Cambree into an embrace and claimed her lips. Electricity zapped the moment their mouths meshed together. Fruity sherulla exploded across his taste buds, and Lorne relished the feel of her soft lips.
When she moaned, he took advantage and slid his tongue inside her mouth. He reminded himself not to push for more, but his body demanded otherwise. He needed to feel and explore every inch of the female in his arms.
Cambree settled against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lorne pulled her close as he nipped and nibbled her lips. She was an exceptional kisser, considering her lack of experience. Cam caught on quickly and mimicked his movements. When she sucked his lower lip, Lorne thought he would explode with need. His cock was a steel rod in his jeans, and he ached to fill her.
Lorne broke the kiss and noted Cambree’s pants were as sexy as her lust-filled gaze. If he didn’t slow things down, he was going to strip her bare and claim her in every way.
“So, do you still want to watch a movie?” he asked, hoping that would provide a much-needed distraction.
“Yes, but not right now,” she whispered and pressed her lips to his.
Her moan was his undoing, and Lorne groaned against her mouth. “If you don’t stop kissing me like that, I can’t be held responsible for what I might do,” he murmured as he trailed kisses along her jaw.
“I’m okay with that,” Cambree murmured and hooked her leg around his hip. Her thigh brushed against his groin, and his cock jerked in response.
Cambree looked at him and smiled. “I’m more afraid of never feeling this way again than I am of going further. I want you, too, Lorne. Just please be patient with me,” she pleaded, and he fell deeper in love with the female. Her vulnerability was a huge turn-on, and he wanted to make this experience perfect for her.
For once, it wasn’t about his needs and desires. His pleasure mattered little next to hers. Unsure where he found it, Lorne bolstered the reserve he needed to keep from falling on her like a starving male.
“Patience isn’t my strength, but I’ll try my best,” Lorne declared with a smile as he caressed her cheek. Cambree’s skin was silk against his rough hand, and she relaxed into his palm.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured as his hand trailed from her face to her long, slender neck.
“I think I have an idea,” she replied and glanced to the bulge in his pants.
Lorne chuckled. “Just wait, beautiful one. That’s just the beginning.”
“Oh,” she whispered, her brown eyes widening.
Lorne wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Cambree to his lap. Her legs were on either side of his, straddling his hips. Her core pressed against his hard shaft, and Lorne bit back his groan.
He grabbed the sash at her waist and paused. “May I?” he asked with a wry grin.
Cambree slowly nodded, and Lorne tugged the bow holding her garment together. The sash fell to her sides, and the robe slid open, revealing her peaches and cream flesh. He pushed the garment off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. His gaze met hers as his hands trailed down her arms. When he was certain she was comfortable with showing her body, Lorne allowed his gaze to lower to her breasts.
Perfect breasts that needed his attention, he amended. He palmed the round globes and squeezed the soft flesh, enjoying how her back automatically arched toward him. Her cherry red nipples hardened, and Lorne gently ran his thumbs across the tips. When Cambree shifted her position, he grinned.
“Do you like this?” he asked and tugged her stiff peaks.
“Yes,” she panted and swiveled her hips in a circular motion.
Lorne wanted to know what excited Cambree. Which touches made her writhe the most. Where her most sensitive spots were located. He’d never given much thought to his ideal female. Large breasts, nice ass, or perfect face. None of that seemed important as he stared at the most captivating creature he’d ever seen. Cambree looked nothing like the females he typically dated, yet she possessed everything he wanted.
His hands squeezed her breasts one more time before sliding lower. Her toned stomach trembled as his hands explored her flesh.
“You okay?” Lorne probed. He didn’t want to continue if Cambree wasn’t ready.
“Yes, it just tickles. Your touch feels so good,” Cam muttered and slid her hands along Lorne’s forearms and hands. “Don’t stop,” she encouraged, and that was all Lorne needed to hear.
His hands gripped her hips and pulled her against his straining erection. He imagined his balls were blue with how bad he ached for the female. All in good time, he reassured his cock, but the pain intensified when Cambree ground against it.
Lorne’s thumb slipped inside her silk panties, and wetness greeted him. “You’re aroused, Cam,” he admitted as he swirled across her engorged nub.
“Yes,” Cambree panted as she continued to grind her body on top of his. “Lorne, please give me more.”
His other hand gripped her shoulder, and she grimaced. Lorne immediately turned her body so he could see if she was injured the night before. His eyes narrowed on her Tuya marking. It appeared bruised yet faded, which was odd.
“What happened here? Did Damien hit you?” he barked. He would kill the motherfucker if he laid one finger on Cambree.
Cambree craned her neck to see the mark. “No, he didn’t hit me. Not that I remember anyway. I honestly don’t know what happened. It hurt when you touched it though.”
Lorne gently kissed the mark, and Cambree moaned, telling him to get back to the business at hand. Pleasing his female. He carefully laid her onto the sofa and slipped off her panties then tossed them to the floor. His gaze landed on the dark thatch of curls between her thighs, and his mouth watered.
Cambree jumped when his hand brushed her inner thigh.
“Tickle again?” he asked as he gently pulled her leg to the side.
“Not exactly,” she croaked. “There’s so much pain down there. It’s worse than when I was in heat,” she confessed, and Lorne felt her thigh muscles clench.
“Don’t worry, Cam. I’m going to soothe that ache,” Lorne divulged and cupped her sex.
Cambree gasped but didn’t try to stop him. Lorne’s fingers slid through her soft folds and were instantly coated in warm juices. He loved how responsive she was, and hoped she enjoyed what he was doing. Lorne leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to her mouth.
This time, she was the aggressor. Her tongue pressed against his mouth and forced its way inside. Her arousal filled the air as she wriggled against his ministrations. Their tongues resumed a familiar dance, but the tempo was fast and furious. Her body demanded more, and he needed to give her what she craved.
“You’re still dressed,” she complained against his mouth.
“If I take my pants off now things will escalate quickly, and I need to explore every inch of you first. But, it is rather hot in here,” Lorne admitted and tugged off his shirt. Her eyes widened when his flesh was revealed.
“Gods, you’re gorgeous,” she blurted, and her hot little hands roamed over his chest. Desire spread like wildfire where she touched, and his dragon trumpeted in his head. His shaft hardened further to the point of agony.
Lorne fused his lips to hers while his hand trailed north and latched onto her breast. He tweaked and pulled at her nipple, rougher than before. She mewled against his mouth and arched her back. Her body shuddered in his arms as more of her flesh filled his palm.
Breaking away from her lips, Lorne kissed his way across her jaw and relished the pants in his ear. The sound of Cambree’s pleasure as his tongue ran across her skin was better than any drug. His mouth moved lower and stopped to pay homage to her nipples.
He closed his mouth around one hard tip and sucked hard. Cam’s back arched again, and she grabbed his head, pulling it to her chest. Lorne moved to the other breast and latched onto the turgid peak. He tugged and nipped the sensitive flesh, and Cambree writhed beneath him as her sharp nails dug into his back. His dragon rose to the surface, demanding a taste.
Lorne pulled back to admire the rest of Cambree. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her long, smooth legs and the glistening folds between those limbs. Her hips were slim but perfectly curved. Her flat stomach quivered under his scrutiny. His gaze continued to her generous breasts and cherry-red tips swollen and stiff from his attention.
His hand found purpose between her thighs, and his fingers delved deeper. A growl escaped her throat, and Cambree lifted her hips, rubbing her core against his hand. Lorne was captivated by the sultry look in her eyes. Her desire was evident, so he inserted one finger into her tight sheath. She felt like a molten glove around his digit, and it was Lorne that growled this time.
“That feels incredible. What you do to my body,” Cambree whispered, and her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.
This female never ceased to surprise him. Cam was shy and unsure but was letting him know her desires. He looked forward to the day she was directing him in bed. Lorne removed his finger and licked it. His eyes slid closed as he tasted her desire. It was everything Cambree, and he couldn’t get enough.
As he stared into her dark depths, Lorne sensed her dragon lurking beneath her skin. Dragons weren’t submissive crea
tures by nature, and his beast wanted an introduction. But right now, he needed to claim another first. He smiled down at the beautiful creature beside him, thankful for the gift she was giving him.
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Chapter 17
Every touch brought Cambree more pleasure than the previous one. She thought she understood arousal during her heat cycle, but it paled in comparison to the sensations Lorne elicited from her.
Before her heat cycle, she was barely familiar with her sexuality. When she became fertile, her body had needs that couldn’t be denied. Her mother told her she would need to find a male to sate her building demand, but she couldn’t fathom a stranger touching her intimate areas. Instead, she was forced to bring herself to release.
Cambree recalled the first time she masturbated. She cried the entire time. She felt dirty and disgusting, and when her orgasm hit, it was nothing like she expected. She prayed for the urges to go away so she wouldn’t have to do it again.
With Lorne, it was so different. He gave her more pleasure with his mouth and fingers than anything she’d experienced before. She fantasized countless times about their coming together but hadn’t anticipated it being so perfect or right. Not once had she questioned if he wanted her because of her marking. Lorne wanted her, and there wasn’t one ounce of feeling dirty or shameful.
She belonged in this male’s arms.
That thought frightened and thrilled her. There was still so much she was unsure of and knew they had a lot to work through, but she shoved her inner cynic aside. She was going to give herself to this moment, and to Lorne.
Her eyes bulged when his body shifted lower, and her courage dissolved. “What are you doing?” she asked when he settled between her thighs.
“Bringing you to orgasm, beautiful one,” Lorne said in a voice that was deeper than usual.
She swallowed and watched as he lowered his mouth to her sex. Her knees instinctively closed, but he gently pushed them apart.