Beast in Me (The Divination Falls Trilogy) by Sommer Marsden Read Free Book Online Page A

shy but he’d made himself say it and that was what mattered.
    Trace worked Cam’s button and slid down his zipper. He had Cameron’s jeans down to his knees in about three seconds and his own down even faster. He nipped with sharp teeth at Cameron’s throat and then said, ‘No. Now shut up.’
    Cameron braced himself quickly, hands smashed to the bark of the tree behind him, when the wolf gripped his big hand around them both. Pressed cock to cock, hot flesh to hot flesh, when he started to move his hand, it was bliss. Cameron’s knees felt spongy and his breath caught in his throat. The friction was joyously unbearable. Every stroke of the big, calloused hand along his length – pressing him securely to Trace’s erection – was enough to make his head swimmy.
    ‘I wasn’t lying,’ Cam managed. ‘This will be a three-second jerk-off.’
    ‘Hush now, Lightning Boy. It’s fine. It is what it is.’
    Cameron nodded as Trace clamped his free hand onto his shoulder. The fingers that dug into his flesh made him feel grounded and somehow secure. As if the bigger man were holding him tethered to earth.
    He had a brief, panicky moment where he feared that lightning would strike now at the most inopportune time, but he pushed it back. It would be how it would be. And he forgot to worry when Trace leant in and kissed him, tugging his lower lip out and clamping down so that pain danced along his mouth and speared into his blood. Cameron gasped and took the tongue that was thrust against his own.
    Trace’s hand squeezed and worked and stroked until Cameron found himself thrusting up into that grip and Trace was doing the same. Driving themselves together, tangled up in that kiss, there was a moment of perfect suspended time and then Cameron broke first. Shuddering shamelessly and thoroughly against the oak and grasping Trace’s hip to keep from melting into the ground.
    The wolf lasted long enough to gather the slippery, opalescent evidence of Cam’s pleasure and use it as lube. A moment later, lavender eyes locked on the still-stunned Cameron, and Trace came. The growl that emerged from him set the fine hairs on Cam’s scalp on end.
    The wolf turned toward the path as if he heard something, and then he pulled away and started to button up. ‘Hurry up and put yourself together,’ he said. ‘They’re coming for you.’
    ‘Oh,’ Cam said, exhaling finally. He’d been holding his breath.
    Trace glanced at him. ‘Is that it?’
    Cameron nodded, making sure his pants were zipped and he didn’t look as flustered and – fuck it – happy as he felt. ‘Yeah. They’re going to show me where the bleed-throughs happened.’
    ‘Hunh.’ The wolf leant against the tree and waited.
    Footfalls finally started to sound along the path. Cam could only marvel at this man’s hearing. And strength. And yes, hotness factor. He smiled, but turned his head so Trace wouldn’t see.
    ‘Hunh? What does hunh mean?’
    Another lazy shrug of big, broad shoulders. Cameron couldn’t help but stare at Trace’s hands as he rested them against his work pants. One of those hands had just been on him – gripping him tight and holding his cock flush to this other man’s – and it had been good.
    ‘Hello?’ Trace called softly.
    Cam’s head snapped up and he tried to laugh it off. ‘Yeah. Sorry. My mind wandered. You were going to say?’
    ‘I was going to say, when they’re done with you, you come find me.’
    ‘Oh, is that –?’
    Trace’s purple eyes narrowed and a low growl tore out of him. ‘No. That was a one-time thing. That was … I shouldn’t have done that,’ he snapped. ‘But come find me. I’ll show you where my bleed-through happened.’
    Cameron swallowed his disappointment. He didn’t even want to allow himself to feel the regret that filled his centre. ‘Oh –’
    That was as far as he got when Sheriff Slaughter and Eliot came running up. ‘Did you feel it?’ she asked.
    ‘See anything?’ the