The billionaire's omega wolf bride
Chapter 27: What just happened?

Chapter 27: What just happened?

Chapter 27

Cameron – POV

How did I get here?

One second I was barely holding it together, and the next—I’d slammed Lenora against the rough bark of the tree, caging her in with my body, her lips crashing into mine.

And gods, she tastes like heat and honey, wild and addictive.

She moans into my mouth, fingers threading into my hair with a hunger that sets my blood alight. Her body presses flush against me, no hesitation, no shame. Just raw need.

I grip her hips, fingers digging in like I’m trying to anchor myself—but she’s the storm. Not me.

Her legs part slightly, just enough for my thigh to slip between them, and she grinds down without breaking the kiss. It’s instinctual, desperate. Like her body’s been waiting for this—for me—for too long.

Lenora’s breathing is ragged. Her hands slip beneath my shirt, nails grazing skin. Every nerve lights up under her touch.

"You drive me insane," I mutter against her mouth.

"Then lose your mind," she breathes, biting my lower lip.

I growl—actually growl—and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, our bodies aligned perfectly. The back of her head thuds lightly against the tree as she laughs—a low, breathless sound that makes me want to ruin her in the best possible way.

My hands roam beneath her thighs, up the curve of her ass, squeezing hard enough to draw another gasp. She bucks her hips into me, and I can feel the heat radiating through her thin shorts. She’s soaked. Through the fabric.

I nearly lose it.

Her scent is everywhere—clinging to my skin, filling my lungs, dragging me under.

"You sure about this?" I whisper, pulling back just enough to search her eyes.

Her pupils are blown wide, her cheeks flushed, lips red and kiss-bruised.

"Cameron," she says, voice trembling with emotion. "I’ve been sure since the day I laid eyes on you."

And that’s it.

That’s the final thread snapping.

By some strength I didn’t know I had, I rip her shorts apart at the seams—fabric tearing with a satisfying sound that makes her gasp. My hands find her bare skin, and—

Damn it, she’s soaked.

Heat floods through me, fast and fierce, and any last thought of restraint dies right there. My fingers trail along the curve of her inner thighs, and she’s trembling under my touch, her breath hot and erratic against my neck.

"Cameron..." she whimpers, and my name on her tongue does something to me. Something I don’t want to name. Something too big, too real.

My hand slides between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds, and she arches into me like she’s been waiting forever. Her breath catches—sharp, needy—and I watch her fall apart under just the lightest touch.

She’s so responsive. So alive in my hands.

"Is this what you wanted?" I whisper, voice low and rough against the shell of her ear.

Her hips jerk.

"Yes," she breathes. "Yes, more. Please—"

I thrust two fingers inside her, slow but deep, and her head falls back with a strangled moan. Her walls clench around me and I feel it—her raw, unfiltered need—and I swear to god I nearly lose it right then.

She clutches at my shoulders, nails digging in through the thin fabric of my shirt. Her body rolls into my hand, desperate and rhythmic, and I keep up the pace, curling my fingers just right until I find the spot that makes her cry out, makes her grind down harder, chasing the edge.

"You’re perfect," I murmur against her jaw. "You feel like heaven."

"I—Cameron—" She’s panting now, her voice trembling like she’s unraveling from the inside out. Her thighs shake against my hips, and I feel her tightening, coiling around the pressure.

"Come for me," I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers. "Let go."

Her entire body tenses—and then shatters.

She moans, soft and raw and high, trembling violently as the orgasm crashes through her. I hold her through it, still working my hand slowly as she rides the wave, her forehead resting against my shoulder, mouth open in a silent gasp.

I feel like I’ve just witnessed something sacred.

It feels sacred—was sacred—

Right before she lets out a low, feral growl and shoves me to the ground.

I hit the forest floor with a stunned exhale, bark and leaves scratching my back through my shirt, and before I can even blink, she’s on me.

Straddling my hips.

Eyes wild, hair a glowing halo of silver around her flushed face, skin still glistening.

And then—

She grabs the waistband of my sweatpants and yanks them down my hips, dragging my boxers along with them, and I hiss through my teeth at the sudden rush of cool air—then hot heat as her bare thighs clamp around my waist again.

"Lenora—" I manage, but it’s half a plea and half pure awe.

She leans down, her lips just above mine, and her voice is low, wrecked. "I’m not waiting anymore."

She sinks down on me in one desperate, smooth motion—and my mind blanks.

She’s so warm. Tight. Slick. She takes every inch like she was made for me.

My back arches instinctively. My hands fly to her hips, gripping her like I might drown otherwise. She gasps above me, head dropping to my shoulder, her nails dragging down my chest as her body clenches around mine.

"God—Lenora."

Her hips begin to roll—slow, dragging, torturous—and I lose any grip on reason I had left. She sets the rhythm, and I follow, thrusting up into her in time with her movements, chasing the drag, the stretch, the friction.

The way she moves—it’s not just primal.

It’s personal.

She’s making a point. She’s claiming me.

And I love it.

Every time she rocks down, she grinds into my pelvis, and I see stars.

My hands slide up her waist, across her ribs, cupping her breasts as she rides me, my thumbs brushing over her nipples and drawing a gasp out of her throat. Her head snaps back, a flush spreading down her chest, and I swear she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

"Cameron—" she moans, desperate now, breath stuttering as her body tenses again. Her rhythm falters, and I know she’s close.

"Come with me," I growl, thrusting up hard, grabbing her hips and meeting her in a punishing rhythm that has us both on the edge.

And when she crashes over that peak again, trembling and gasping, I let go too—hard.

Pleasure detonates through me like wildfire. My spine arches, my hands clutch her like a lifeline, and everything else disappears.

What just happened?