Camilla's pov continues
I nod, “Left him, started slaughtering people, well Takishini Alpha and Luna were among the first ones then I moved on to a few hundred more.”
Tiana laughs, her head falling back when she does. “I knew it had to be you, it's a clean slate issue, and rumor has it that you're an Alpha now?”
“Rumor is right, I have my own pack now, it's a lot of work but worth it. Silverline, it's neat, you should come live with me, Ryan will approve the full transfer.” I told him.
Tee grins sadly, “I can't go anywhere, Hades is controlling, he checks everything I eat, do even when I sleep and what position as well as duration of my sleep.”
“Wow, that's weird.” I admit, my gaze roaming to check on Belle. It takes a while before I find her, rushing towards me with Victoria behind her. “Save me,” she mouths. Getting closer to me, she notices Tiana in my previous seat, instantly lunging for a hug which Tee reciprocates.
“Oh my God, where did you find her?” Mirabelle asks, her question directed at me.
“I didn't,” I tell her, reaching for her hand and guiding her to my seat, where I scout over Tee, placing myself in between the two considering both seats are aligned, nearly glued together. “He found her, and knocked her up.” I tell her, gesturing toward Hades.
“No fucking way!” Mirabelle gasps.
“Not like that, it was artificial insemination.” Tee defends, frowning at me. I brush the topic off, my gaze resting on Kingston.
“Who is that you keep eye fucking?” Tee asks, earning an applause from Belle for calling me out on my bullshit.
“Tee, that's the guy I have a four year old daughter with now.” I tell her, tossing King a wink.
“What? I have not been gone that long.”
Mirabelle laughs, proceeding to fill her in on what transpired in her absence. While they trade stories, I take the time to tease Kingston and whatever man watching who has no relation to me, still cuddled up between my two favorite people in the world.
King appears to be frustrated with the shit I've been pulling, I can't help it, our relationship has taken a turn, from arguing to this, teasing the fuck out of him to get him railed up, something he always does to me during our arguments.
I close my eyes, biting on my lip, and then Belle nudges my arm. “Here comes Karla's dad.”
I open my eyes, the exact moment King is hovering over us, a rose in his hand, tossing it on my chest. I smirk, reaching for the rose. “Mm, what should I do with it? Plant a garden?”
“Why do you always have an attitude, can you just lose it for one second?”
I softly shake my head against Belle's arm. Kingston sighs, “What does it take to get a retort without the sass, what does it actually take to make you lose that attitude?”
“Have you tried fucking it out of her?” Tiana asks, catching me off guard with it, but still, I capitalize on it.
“Yeah King, have you?” I ask, toying with the rose and batting my eyelashes at him.
“I'm Tiana,” Tee giggles. “And you're fun to rail up.”
“Camilla, come with me we need to talk about your not so discreet teasing.” Kingston whispers. I nod, putting my hand out for him to help me and he takes it, pulling me up with a force that has us chest to chest when he has me on my feet. I take the rose and it to Belle, blowing them both kisses and tossing them winks when I'm far enough. Tee nearly misses the action because she's back at it, staring at Hades with a girl in his lap.
Oh dear, that's a topic I will visit later, for now, let me focus on my current one, Kingston. Inside the house, people are everywhere, in nearly every downstairs bedroom, so King and I wind up in the bathroom.
“We need to talk,” Kingston says, sitting down on the closed toilet seat as I close the door behind me, leaning against it.
“I know, I'm sorry for teasing you like that, it's just fun for me, I'll stop.”
“Good,” he exhales.
Too soon.
I grin, peering at him again, “If you show me dick one time, I just might. If you finish what you started earlier, right here, right now, I definitely will stop teasing you in public.” I tell him, a devilish grin playing on my lips.
Kingston sighs, running his hands over his face. “We can't do this Camilla,”
“Why not?” I counter, without thinking, my arms crossing over my chest.
“I'm older than you.” he petitions, like that's a reason enough not to fool around with me.
“Oh please, you're not that old and I can take dick better than most grown women out there, so try again or take on my offer.” I tell him, strolling to him until there's hardly an inch between us, my hands resting on his knees, “I promise I might touch myself for you as well.”
“God, you make it hard to breathe.” he whispers, making me grin. “But I am serious Camilla, I won't lie to you, I don't give a shit about your age, you've never told me but you. I've wanted to fuck you since the first day you talked back to me, I don't know what it is but I never can control myself with you.”
“So don't,” I urged.
“No, you don't understand, this might be cute to you right now, the evident chemistry between us and what not, but trust me when I say we can't do this, I can't, I'm not as nice in the bedroom as I am outside of it.” he argues.
“Hmm,” I nod. “And who says I like the nice inside of it?”
“Camilla,” he rasps.
“What? You're into bdsm? That's not an issue for me.”
“It's bigger than that, I get off hurting women, I don't mean subtly, I mean real pain, degradation, knife play, my sex life isn't healthy.” he tells me, gulping hastily, but I catch the action.
Smiling, I inch up closer to his lips. “See, I don't care King, I'm giving you the chance to do whatever you want with me, pull my hair out, blow my back out, fuck me with the knife, cut me with me, call me a dirty little whore, or perhaps degrade me, I'm up for it. Right here, right now.” I say.
Walking a few steps back from him, I reach under my dress, grabbing the hem of my panties and yanking them down, with Kingston watching me thoroughly. I fold the panties in my hand, sticking them in the pocket of his jeans. “You really want this?”
“A nice fuck, or perhaps a good one? Yeah, I'm into that.” I tell him, chewing on my lip in anxiety. I didn't think it would go this far, but I'm willing to go that far with him, it's been a while since I've had a cock in me, I'll be grateful for whatever A or C level drilling Kingston offers him.
Kingston yanks me down, hauling me into his lap and I grin. “You're fucking asking for it Camilla.”
“I know but fair warning, Tee was right, I rarely have an attitude with a mouthful of cock.” I pouted, blinking twice at him, raising to resettle myself, my legs resting on either side of his.
Despite pulling me onto his lap, King seems unsure of his next move, and so I hand him a little help. Taking his hands and guiding them to my dress, inching it up further, my ass and pussy now bare for him to see.
I've had enough praise to not feel insecure about being naked in front of him right now. When my dress is above my hips, I let go of his hands. Kingston's hand runs smoothly over my ass, his slightly squeezing it. Peering at him, my hand reaches down between us, running its fingers up and down my wet slit, a moan escaping me when I thrust two fingers inside. Kingston follows my gaze, from where my hands slowly move in and out of pussy to me, struggling to thrust faster, and better.
“You're trying to end me Camilla, I don't want to hurt you.” he grunts, his hand gripping my jawline, the thumb of it, stroking my lips. I pause, withdrawing my hand from my pussy to his hand, holding it steady as I suck on the thumb, my gaze settled on his dilated gaze, desire sinking into him. I exhale, letting my pheromones flow freely for a second. “You don't want to hurt me, why?”
“You're going to scream, hard and it's not polite to fuck a princess at her cousins birthday, in her Aunt's guest bathroom.”
I roll my eyes, sucking on his fingers as I rock my hips against the air between us, moving on to the crotch of his pants.
There's friction there, I like it so much that I lose hold of his hand, the hand that now finds its way between us, two of its fingers hastily thrusting into my pussy. I moan, peering at him as he begins to work them inside me, my walls instantly clenching around them. The pace of his fingers increasing, making me bit back a wail, my mouth open as I peer between us.
“No,” Kingston murmurs, his other hand slapping my hands so hard, I jolt up. “Eyes on me, you don't look down until I tell you to.” he grunts, his fingers picking up pace, the palm of his hand hitting my clit every time.
“Kingston please,” I moan, starting to lose all composure I've obtained in his lap. “I need your cock, I want you to break me apart on your cock.”
“Camilla,” he groans, the pace of his fingers slowly, his palm stroking my clit faster now.
“Please,” I moan, my hand falling onto his shoulder with an "O" forming on my lips.
Kingston withdraws his fingers, his hands fiddling with his belt while I moan my edged orgasm loss, my gaze veering between us. His hand pinches my clit, “I said eyes on me little Alpha.”
I moan, dragging my gaze to him and he releases my clit, his hands lifting me up before guiding me down his hard cock, I gasp, sinking myself down on the rock hard length in a slow, sensual motion. “Come on, ride me, isn't this what you wanted?” he asks, his hips somehow bucking into mine, giving me long, hard strokes.
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