I move on my knees, rising to try and use my momentum to impale myself onto him. But it’s too big, and my opening won’t spread far enough. I try another time, then again, but my body still won’t take it, even with all the slick I can feel between us. I whine, rubbing myself against him to try and find some form of release as that thing that was building inside reaches a screaming high of blinding need.
Camden watches me, looking like the cat who got the canary. His grip on my waist tightens.
“Do I have permission to help you?”
I nod feverishly, my breaths coming stilted and uneven as my toes curl.
Camden lifts me from my hips, shifting me up and down his cock like I’m his toy. The pulsing veins of his cock feel unbelievable against my sensitive walls.
“Touch yourself,” Camden says in a whisper. “I want you to come again before I knot you.”
But his knot is already swollen even bigger than it was a minute ago. “It’s t-too big,” I splutter as he continues using me to fuck himself in a way that has me mewling.
“You can take me, sweetheart. Trust me.”
Camden watches greedily, his pupils growing black as I slip my fingers onto my slick-soaked clit. My whole body feels raw and sensitive and even that simple touch has me throwing my head back as his cock continues its slow assault.
The lightest brushes of my fingertips make me cry out with pleasure. The heat inside me winds up and I feel my core tighten.
“That’s it,” Camden growls. “You’re so close. Come for me, Brooklyn.”
My finger moves faster, and tears stream down my face as he thrusts his hips upward, using his grip on my hips to pull me onto him. His knot presses into me, and I choke on the air in my lungs at the explosion of sensation. Pain and pleasure and pure, pure relief as an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had alone rips through my body, leaving a devastation so absolute in its wake that I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again.
Camden roars as hot pulses of his seed fill me up.
I collapse on top of him, his knot settled deep inside me. We breathe heavily as we come down from the high together. His hard knot keeps him locked inside me. We’ll have to wait to separate, and I realize I don’t mind that one bit.
I curl into Camden’s chest, his clean, sea salt scent surrounding me. A strange, low sound starts, coming from his chest. I realize he’s actually purring. It vibrates through my body, making my tense muscles languid and relaxed.
He gently strokes my hair as we lie together. His fingers occasionally catch in the knots in the back, and I feel a moment of embarrassment for not taking better care of my hair. I force myself to let it go—out here, I had more important things to do than brushing my hair.
“Are you okay?” I can feel the rumble of Camden’s voice as he asks.
I stay silent, because I can’t bear to tell him the truth.
No. I’m very much not okay.
It’s nothing Cam did. He was nothing but sweet and gentle with me, attentive to the point that I almost wished he’d been a little rougher with me. I’m no fragile creature—I had to be tough to survive. Even as he fucked me, a part of me wanted to beg him to do it harder. To grab me and dominate me, like I was some plaything for him to enjoy.
It’s a messed-up thing to want. Here I am, with the kindest Alpha I could ever hope for, who made me come again and again. What’s wrong with me that I wish he’d be more brutal? It makes me wonder whether Grayson didn’t attack me out of nowhere. Maybe I did something to encourage him. Maybe I’ve been denying that part of me wanted him to knot me. It makes me sick to even think, but what if it’s true?
Camden doesn’t deserve to hear that. Not when he was so kind. I wish more Alphas could be like him—generous, funny, and sensitive. He actually wanted to take care of me. How many Omegas can say they spent their heat with a man like him?
So I say nothing.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Camden asks again. He won’t let it go, so I decide to distract him.
“Tell me about yourself,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “Okay, what do you want to know?”
“Anything. Everything.” It’s been so long since I’ve heard someone else’s voice directed at me, and I forgot how much I missed it. Even as I want to run from these Alphas, another part of me is helplessly drawn toward them. It’s not just my heat, I think—it’s them. They make me miss companionship. Miss someone else’s touch.
“I got lost in the woods once, too,” Camden says. I blink up at him in surprise. I thought he might tell me about his sisters or his job or something, but he’s clearly got a story in mind.
“It was on a school trip to Water Gap National Park,” he explains. “I was 10, and it was my first time traveling without my sisters. I was so pumped. Back then, I didn’t really know what nature was. I knew parks and backyards, but that’s about it. The teachers told us to stay on the path, but I didn’t take them seriously. I saw a wild turkey, and I guess I thought it would be funny if I followed it. Next thing I knew, everyone was gone, and I had no idea where the path was.
“I had zero survival skills. Didn’t know how to navigate or hunt, no idea what I was supposed to eat. So I just wandered around that first day, trying to find someone. Eventually I got tired out and went to sleep under a tree. The next day, I knew I had to come up with a plan. I was so hungry, but I remembered from books that it’s hard to know what mushrooms and berries are poisonous. Then I remembered hearing that it was safe to eat worms.”