Camilla's POV continues
I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.
Tee gave me the same tattoo and I loved it, mine has "sugar +" so it completes her own. I was ten at the time, I felt invisible after barely crying from the needle in my skin as I got the tattoo. My second tattoo was also with Tee, this time we went to a tattoo parlour. I was fifteen, this time I had permission from Dad. I told him I wanted something meaningful to honor my late best friend and he agreed. Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are.
The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it.
He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him to show the world who he belongs to, I told him to think it through.
Adrian holds out both of his hands, “Wanna do some meditation sweet girl?”
I blink at his question, Meditation? He could just fuck me into the next morning and the one after that to solve our little problem but no, God forbid he ever desires to be inside his mate. The pain of rejection is brushed off by pain in my midsection, I ignore both and take his palms. For a second I wonder if he'll put me on the floor for this or not but he doesn't, and I'm glad.
I can't seem to focus, I don't even try to focus on the task at hand. I agreed but maybe I should go running somewhere, exercise is good for the tension I'm feeling right now. Adrian's bare chest is worth more the pain I'm experiencing right now, his chest is glistening under the dim lighting of his room.
I gulped, gawking at the excellent creation of the moon goddess and every other God out there spent time crafting. Adrian is without a doubt made to please the eye, one look at the man and my panties damp easy.
That's not the case right now, my panties are far from damp, they're drenched. My pheromones are drizzling through me and mixing with air, I know he can smell it too. He lets out a growl that makes my pussy clench with desire. The feeling is unexpected but welcome, too damn welcome. “Fuck.” I whimper softly, pulling my hand away from him.
Adrian opens his eyes, his gaze meets mine instantly. His hand caresses my cheek as he searches my eyes, his gaze is dark but I see something there. He's fighting his Wolf for control. “I am sorry you have to go through this.” He whispers.
“Just love me.”
Adrian nods before pressing his forehead against mine, I suck in a breath and bite on tongue. Him being so close to me is both torturous and comforting, “I feel like love isn't a word enough to label my feelings for you but if this is what it feels like, then I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're the one I want to spend every single day of my life with, as cheesy as that sounds.”
That starts a fire in my heart, a tiny little flame burning to soothe every past ache my heart has ever felt. Adrian swirls his tongue on my lips to part them and I do part them, welcoming his lips on mine as his tongue slips into my mouth. Fuck, my mouth takes the challenge of his and our tongues go to war as we kiss, hard.
Adrian's kisses are not delicate, they're precise with a ferocious hunger. I too often correspond to his kisses, I mirror the way his lips devour mine and serve up the distinguishable taste of my lips on his, even though he likes the challenge my mouth puts up when he tries to dominate me.
I have been a pushover but something about Adrian turns me into a greater pushover, I drop to my knees like I want to worship the ground he walks on and ride him into next month if he desires, whenever I am with him, I lose all my sense of self desire achievement, everything automatically turns into a "Yes sir, whatever you want sir." I doubt Adrian knows this, but the indications are clear as day so he might have an idea.
Once again, I'm laying on my back, my legs encircled around his waist as we devour each other. When Adrian pulls away, I gasp, both for air and gratification.
His lips are swollen with inflamed pupils, there's an undying fair and darkness in his eyes, I'm with Hunter and Adrian right now.
Neither of them has full control, they're sharing control, it's admirable how Adrian can regulate how much capability Hunter gets or maybe it's the other way round. A tiny kiss is placed on my lips as Adrian goes a little lower, sucking on the spot where his mark lies. A moan escapes my lips, Adrian's tongue on my neck has weakened me entirely, even my legs have ceded the lock they placed on his waist.
“Mine,” He whispers lightly, grazing it with his teeth, it feels good. His left hand finds my bra and yanks it, it has no straps. Another moan escapes me despite the effort to muffle it as Adrian takes my hard nipple in between his fingers, twisting it lightly.
“Adrian.” I whimper, raising my leg slightly and it ends up feeling the hardness in his pyjama pants against my thigh, which makes it drop back into place. Is he this hard for me?
The sensation is overwhelmingly, his mouth shifts to my chest and he swirls his tongue in a gentle circular motion around my nipple and groans, “So fucking mine.” He whispers, sending chills to every part of my body.
The sensual sucking of my breast halts, I let out a whimper of disappointment as I peer at Adrian who smiles darkly, rectifying his mistake instantly. Kisses are placed on every part of my midriff, causing me to arche up against him with muffled whimpers.
His favourite tattoo on me is adorned with more tasting than my mouth received, trailing his fingers over the tattoo, he caresses my abdomen playfully. In a swift sudden movement he tugs at the elastic of my underwear, ripping it off at both ends.
I let out a gasp and prop on my elbows to peek at him, the damaged panties are in his hand as he takes a whiff of them as he mumbles something to himself. That earns him another uninvited gasp, usually he discards my panties across the room or near the bed, this is the first time he had breathed them. Just when I think I've seen it all for tonight, he tucks the panties in the pocket of his pyjama pants. He doesn't spare me a glance before burying his head between my legs, causing them to part further involuntarily.
Adrian curses before working his art, yes it's art. Nothing can describe what he does to me when he buries his head in between my thighs.
His tongue is active and wet when he licks along my slit, I let out a quelled moan, Adrian's mouth is proficient, of course it would be. I don't blame Angel for the fuss she makes about him, if he eats her half as good as he does me, fuck I forgive her for tip toe-ing into his bed. The more he feasts on me, the harder I find it to suppress my moans.
When the tip of his tongue locates my clit and circles it with slow, even movements, I lose the slight self control I had left.
“Adrian!” I moan, my toes curling up as I tug at the sheets helplessly falling prey to the exhilarating sensation he is creating down there.
I feel his fingers trace my slit gently as he lets out a sultry growl that seems to go straight to my pussy, I let out another not so soft whimper when he thrusts a finger inside, circling it before he adds a second finger.
My pussy clenches at the intrusion, soaking his fingers in my arousal. He keeps the thrust of his finger slow at first but adds a little pace, hard and rapid but not deep enough to tear my hymen. I want him to tear it to shreds but not with his fingers so I'm mindful when I roll my hips around his thrusts.
Just as I begin to ride the high of it, he withdrawls his fingers, dismay washes over me as I watch him suck my arousal off his fingers. My pheromones are oozing around the room, aside from Adrian, I'm sure the entire pack can smell how eager I am right now.
“I fucking love how you taste Mia, see how wet you are for me.” His hand traces my slit again, making me jolt, he peers at me, “Do you want me to make you come darling?” He asks, caressing my clit between his fingers. God damnit Adrian is a fucking tease, he relishes in having me at his mercy, desperately begging him to please me but lord I don't mind, I'll do anything he expects of me just to feel him pleasuring me once again. I will beg on my knees if that's what it takes to have his tongue, fingers, whatever he has to offer me, I want it.
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