Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron)

Chapter 50

Chapter Fifty

“Don’t do this.” I shake my head. “Don’t say those things to me.”

It’s like when we were in that dream space. His love was pure. And I believed. But I could allow myself

to do that then, when we were in some fantasy space.

I can’t go down this path with him now.

The reality is… this man has the power to break me.

I survived once. I’m not sure I could again.

“You’re mine, Mia. Your goddamn name means mine. You are my life! You are my mate!”

Finally the words.

For years, I wanted them. I waited for them. How many times did I wish for him to say those things? To

come to his senses and see that I was made for him and he for me.

Even with the edge of anger beneath them, they warm my heart. Part of me–even when I was rejected

and alone–was tied to this man.

I never really got over him.

Did I want to?

“Please,” he says. “Don’t push me away.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

And it’s that simple plea that changes everything.

I hold out my hand.

His smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Cam is on me in the next instant.

His huge body pushes me into the soft mattress.

The sheets smell like fabric softener and dandelions. Then there’s only Cam. Earth and air and musk.

Sweat and desire and need.

His cock is already at the junction of my thighs.

I’m wearing jean shorts and a tank top.

He tears the shirt over my head in a motion so quick my head bounces against the pillows, and my bra

is gone next. Then he feasts.

His teeth drag across my nipples. His palms hold them together while his fingers pinch the tips. He

alternates between one and the other, his mouth hot and wet, his teeth biting with the exact amount of

pressure.

I feel my body flood with heat.

He lifts his head for a second, gauging my reactions and whether or not I’m ready to give myself to him.

Can I deny him this? Can I deny myself?

But what does it mean if I give myself to him right now?

“Stop thinking, Mia. Stay in this moment with me.”

His voice is harsh and almost desperate. Like he’s been imprisoned and this is the first chance to finally

feel free.

I guess he has been.

Before I can reply, he’s pulling the shorts and panties off my legs. My shoes are flung across the room.

His mouth dips to my core. He breathes deep.

That first lick is a sliver of heaven.

The second lets me know it’s going to be the most sinful kind of hell.

My legs are dragged over Cam’s shoulders. The position lets him wrap his arms to lock me in place–he

can tease me there or reach up to fondle my tits. His hands spread me open. His fingers dip and

plunge while his tongue laves my clit with alternating bits of suction.

I slap my hand over my mouth.

“No.” He drags my arm away. “Let me hear you.”

I whimper.

He’s never been like this before. So desperate. So… unsure.

It’s always been intense, but Cam sets a rhythm now that has my body arching off the bed.

He finds that one spot inside me and rubs his fingers over it in a motion that makes me want to scream.

He doubles the pressure on my clit and I burst apart.

I give myself over to the pleasure.

My nipples are tingling, and I squeeze them to the pulse of my own body as it tugs around Cam’s

fingers, demanding more of his body.

He barely lets me come down from this orgasm before he is building me up again.

My mouth goes dry. There is sweat on my chest and my lips feel swollen.

He pauses only to pluck at my nipples again himself and as he leans back he stares at my pussy which

is glistening from his mouth and my passion. His fingers still push in and out of my body. Cam watches,

mesmerized. And I watch him.

“Touch yourself,” I tell him.

His gold eyes shoot to mine.

Then he’s kneeling up. One hand touching me. The other stroking over the thick, rigid length of his

cock and I get it now. Why he likes to look so much.

Because seeing him. The power he restrains. The perfect hunger of his body.

It compounds everything I’m feeling.

He uses my wetness to moisten his tip and I bite my lip.

It’s hard and engorged and even knowing we used to do it all the time and that I’ve had kids, I’m still

thinking about whether or not he is going to fit.

He smirks. “I’ve missed you so much, honey.”

Then he’s spreading my legs open, touching and arranging my pussy just so before he lines up his

cock and pushes in.

There’s fullness and stretching and a pleasure that borders on pain.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “Your body will remember.”

“I don’t think this is something that relates to muscle memory.”

He laughs and it has him twitching inside me and suddenly I’m laughing too.

His smile is bright, and real, and so familiar it makes my heart sing.

He grabs my hips and adjusts the angle, making the thick head of his cock rub right against my g-spot

and I swear I see stars.

He laughs again and tells me I’m beautiful. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Then there is no talking. Just his body thrusting harder and deeper. His hands touch me everywhere.

His hips angling so every stroke rubs me on the inside and out

I’m convulsing around him in seconds, the orgasm so intense I’m gasping for air and arched off the

bed.

He shoves me back down and fucks me steadily through it. Praising and thanking me and muttering all

sorts of sexy, dirty things in my ear.

He roars as he comes inside of me, and I shake and clench around him.

I’m mindless, drowning in ecstasy.

My eyes close as I’m lost to the pleasure and then I feel the sharp bite of his teeth.