Page 25 of The Dragon’s Accidental Manny

Cam dragged his nails over me as our bodies rocked together. He whispered words I couldn’t decipher while he clung to me. I slowed my thrusts, but he begged me to go faster. His tiny mewls, the frantic tugging of the bedding and my hair, and his hands brushing over me signaled he was close to climaxing.

I’d held back, wanting him to come first because my purpose, now and always, was giving him pleasure and taking care of him.

“Price, I don’t… I can’t… I am… I’m going to come.”

“I’ve got you.”

He trembled, and his head jerked from left to right before tipping back. “Price, I…” Cum spurted from his cock, spraying us both and the bed as Cam’s body spasmed, and I held him tight.

I gave myself over to my impending orgasm, allowing myself to feel the joy and pleasure I’d been tamping down. My breathing sped up and my body generated more heat than usual, and then I released, deep inside him. I shuddered when my body convulsed, but there was one word on my lips. Cam.

My knot swelled which kept us in one another’s arms. I placed a small kiss on Cam’s brow, and he smiled but didn’t open his eyes. Now we were quiet, I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm while I held him. I couldn’t mark him. He was aware I was his fated mate but not that shifters marked their mate to seal their mating. So I had to wait.

Since we met, I’d called him my mate hundreds of times in my head. But now, watching him sleep beside me, I asked fate not to toy with me, hoping Cam would stay.

THIRTEEN

CAM

Price agreed that we shouldn’t say anything to the kids yet. I had to figure this out, whatever “this” was. He didn’t push, but he seemed more content about it than I was and happy to call what we had a relationship.

We were too new, and I was exploring being with a guy who had an internal heater. I snuggled next to him in bed, and even on the coldest nights, his body would keep me warm.

“You just want an excuse to cuddle,” he’d teased when it first happened.

“Maybe.”

I asked him to be patient about me meeting his beast, and he said there was no timeline.

But keeping our closeness from the children was harder than I expected. I was finally able to brush against Price without reacting as though I’d received an electric shock, and there were lingering smiles as we eyed one another in whatever room we were in.

“Why are you doing that?” Bea was slathering peanut butter on her toast, and at my insistence, adding some banana.

I glanced up from where I was unloading the dishwasher. Price was beside me putting the clean cutlery away.

“Doing what?” Jack got off his chair and barged between us, putting sticky fingers on a clean plate.

Bea waved her knife at us. “The looking thing. Cam does it, then Dad and you both look away and act weird, but you’re still smiling.”

“Eat your breakfast, sweetheart.” That was Price admitting he didn’t have an answer.

“Do you wanna kiss?” Jack was still between us, looking from me to Price.

“I want to kiss you.” I smooched his cheeks, and he giggled. “Now finish your breakfast.”

I was driving the kids to school this morning, as Price was on an important call about that blue he was making. I’d already ruined it once, so no way was I interfering again, and I hustled the kids out the door ten minutes early.

Isla and Jack were arguing about a toy she said he’d hidden as I drove past Ledger’s house.

“Dad says you know about us.” Bea twisted in her seat so she was looking at me.

I gripped the wheel and didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

The younger two stopped mid-argument. “You do?” Isla asked. “That’s good, right?”

Jack wanted to know what I knew, and Bea told him, “That we have dragons.”

“I can show you how to fly?” Jack flapped his arms because I’d confiscated the wings, and he was only allowed to use them after school and on weekends.