24. Camilla

24. Camilla

Camilla’s POV

“Alaric, you make love to me like I am some piece of broken glass, really, I’m not.” I smiled at him.

“I want you, and that means all of you.”

He stopped as he let my words sink in.

Then he sighed and took my hand that was cupping his cheek.

“Alright.” He said huskily sending tingles all over my body. His hand moved swiftly and lifted me so my back was against the headboard. Spreading my legs wide, he drinks me in before dragging his gaze back to my eyes. I licked my lips wet as I stared back at him, lust in my eyes.

“But I need you to promise.” He said.

His hand squeezed my legs gently before his lips moved to say his words.

“Promise that if he ever hurts you, command him to stop,” he said firmly.

He looked at me and didn’t move, waiting for my answer.

“I will,”

He nodded before he closed his eyes. When he opened them, I looked right into a set of pitch black eyes. It was his lycan.

“Mate,” he snarled the word, his husky voice now deeper and