Patrick slipped quietly into his room; it was much later than he would have liked. A small pang of guilt flashed fleet-footed through his mind as he hoped Cammy was at least comfortably asleep for now. Her nightmares were almost completely gone now, but she had steadfastly held to her position as his cuddly sleeping partner. He knew it was a Delmar thing, having taken a little time to learn about this part of their culture after his conversation with Cam’s parents. His silent hope was that it was more than that, but his heart had sunk when the news of the Vorath incursion had reached Delmar. He had run out of time.

His thoughts carried him through his change of clothes and wash for bed, and he was just climbing into the bed when he realized it was missing something, Cammy. ‘She must have gone to her room, maybe it’s for the best’, he mused as he began crawling into the empty folds of sheet and comforter.

A light knock gave him pause, turning walk towards the door. Patrick opened the door slowly, expecting to see Kraystus checking on his youngest daughter.

“I just got back; I think Camy is in her… oof” he was interrupted by a tantalizingly familiar form impacting his chest as Cammy pushed up against him. Patrick instinctively wrapped his arms around her, letting Cammy gently push him back into the room. The door clicked behind them as he closed it. “Hey you…” He whispered, “Sorry I was gone so long, Can’t sleep?”

Cammorra said nothing, and Patrick’s eyebrow rose as he felt the desperation in her grip… he started to rub her back in comfort, only to find a think silk fabric with a clasp about the back of her neck and a completely open back. Patrick’s eyes widened as his hand slipped into the gap in the fabric and felt her soft skin and velvet main that ran down the back of every Delmar. He caught himself when he felt her shiver a little squeaking gasp as his fingertips brushed their way across her bare skin.

Patrick quickly began to remove his hand, embarrassed at the liberties he had just taken, only to be frozen by low primal growling hum that seemed to rip its way out of the lithe being currently pressed against him, “Cam?” He whispered carefully. That sound had awakened a violently primal need in him, bringing his manhood to full mast almost instantly. She had teased him before, and they had played this little game a few times. This was different, and Patrick was struggling to fight down the urge to rip her clothes off and make her his. He slipped his hand back into the back of her thin whisps of a blouse and the primal sound softened, but did not cease, as Cammy melted into his touch. She had still said nothing, “Cam?” Patrick asked a second time.

“Shh..” She finally responded, leaning into him. Patrick slowly let her push him backward, towards the round Delmar style bed they had shared for months. The back of his knee’s tapped the edge of the bed, and he let her push him down to sit in front of her.

Patrick gasped softly as his eyes were greeted by Cammy’s figure. She was barely covered in the same silk he had felt on her back. It was a flowing auburn fabric, cascading from a bonze throat clasp about the base of her kneck. It’s primitive elegance spoke to an ancient design as it cascaded down from the clasp, off of her breasts and flowed down to her mid-calf. Patrick tried and failed not to stare as he watched her nipples heave under her breath; the fabric shimmering and swaying slightly from the movement. Her arms were bare as she kept her hands on his shoulders, and Patrick noticed a small smile mixed with something older flow gracefully across Cammy’s features as she watched him take in her form.

“Cam, You’re… Jesus, your perfect.” Patrick breathed, barely able to whisper as her glory seemed to rip the air from his lungs, “I…” he was stopped with a finger on his lips.

“Patrick, I know you asked my father for my courtship…” her husky voice flowed with promise between them, “I’ve been so blind” She began continued, with that same tone, “I’m sorry it took me this long to see you.”

“Cam, I… We couldn’t. You were dealing with so much. I wasn’t going to confuse you.” Patrick got out quietly.

“Pappa said as much.” Cammy coo’d in that same husky purring tone, “What do you know of my people.” She asked, taking a deliberate step to place her body as close as she could to him as she could while still standing.

“Less than I should” Patrick gasped as Cam took one of his hands, guiding it around the edge of her whisper thin garment and placing it on her hip. He felt her skin for a second time as his hand reached the conclusion of her unspoken command, and he watched her close her eyes and let out a humm as she visibly enjoyed his touch.

“Patrick, I’m done teasing. What I do next…,” Cam paused as her other hand reached the clasp at the back of her neck. Patrick heard the click of a clasp and the waterfall of fragile fabric fell to the floor between them. “…Is my answer. Patrick, we female Delmar take our mates, body, and soul. Patrick O’Sullivan, with my father’s blessing, I take you. Do not fear what happens next.”

Cammy’s eyes burned with something ancient as Patrick watched her lean in. She met his kiss fiercely as she drove her tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth thoroughly before she pulled back just far enough to drive a fang into his lower lip with a possessive growling hum. Patrick tasted the iron as his lip bled, only to be completely forgotten as the back of his mind roared to life with passion and desire rivaling his own, yet distinctly foreign. “Oh shit!” was all Patrick got out as Cammy’s mind reached out and poured itself into his psyche. He could only gaze up at her as Cammy’s knees buckled under the thundering Hurricane of Patrick’s own emotions slamming into her being. She fell to her knee’s, her naked form clinging to him as the tumult of the Claiming howled between them for what seemed like an eternity.

Camorra was taken completely by withering surprise as she felt the full force of Human emotion inside her mind for the first time. Patricks primal desire roared into her psyche, as she experienced his need for her in full force. It was not a new emotion. It felt old, controlled, barely constrained. The realization of what her father had said regarding humans came flooding back as she realized that he already loved her. He had always loved her. That final thought blew down all her barriers as her mind imprinted itself violently on his, leaving her panting against his chest, still on her knees under the weight of the whirlwind she had started between them. “God’s… I never knew.” She gasped as the Link stabilized between them.

“Now you do. I can… I can feel you.” Patrick gasped. He had learned that Delmar pairing was a dangerous and serious endeavor. He had known that the female put herself in great danger during the process, but everything he had thought he knew fell woefully short as the fulness of the permanent bond solidifying between them. He had felt her shock at his feelings toward her, felt her mind reel as it came to grips with the intensity of his human emotions. His own mind was still coming to grips with this new entity inside his head as Cammy recovered, lifting off of his chest and looking down at the tent his manhood was pitching in his pants. A wave of hunger from her almost overwhelmed him as she began tugging at his shorts.

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“You’re turn, I want to see you… as you see me” Cammy whispered as she freed his shaft and threw his shorts across the room. She reached for his shirt, brushing a nipple across the tip of his shaft in the process. She smiled as she felt his reaction, pulling his shirt free and sending it to meet its companion across the room. Her Delmar instincts took over as she fed off of the link between them. She smiled as Patrick shivered when she brushed her breast across the same spot a second time. Patrick’s breathing heaved as he put his arms behind him to support his upper body as she wrapped her hand around his shaft for the first time, guiding it to her breasts to rub the under side of his tip in slow circles on her nipples. She felt his manhood twitch in her hand with the stimulation, and she arched her head back, eyes closed as she relished the sensation mixed with the pleasure rippling off of Patrick like heatwaves on a bonfire. She gave each of her nipple’s gentle attention with his manhood before putting his shaft between them. She squeezed her breasts together, gently engulfing him between them before leaning down to give his tip a chaste kiss.

A smirk filled her features as she watched Patrick’s reaction to her lips on his manhood. His emotions betrayed him, feeding her instinctual need to discover her mate. She watched a small bit of liquid spurt as a bit of his seed leaked from him. She kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly lowered her head and swirled her tongue across his shaft, eagerly tasting him for the first time. She felt his hips buck slightly, sending the tip of his manhood just past her lips. She could see that Patrick lose control, and she pressed her advantage, gently sucking on his shaft head. She slipped more of him into her mouth as his burning emotions betrayed his pleasure. Patrick began to moan under her touch, bucking his hips ever so slightly as she continued her efforts. One of his little bucks had his shaft head hiss the back of her throat and she gasped at the pressure. She pulled completely off of his throbbing shaft, watching him pant heavily. He had felt that, and She gave him a small smile before licking his shaft, base to tip before sliding him back into her mouth. This time she slipped him down just to the back of her throat. She could feel him twitch as she released a gentle growling hum, vibrating the tip of his shaft with her traditional Delmar claiming call.

“Fuuu.. Cam.. If you.. keep… im… cum.. gonna…” Patrick was silenced as Cammy relaxed her body and slipped his shaft past the entrance of her throat. Her instincts chased her mate’s pleasure, completely suppressing any gag reflex as she slid him down until the base of his manhood disappeared between her lips. She moaned as she felt his tip twitch, and her mind exploded with Patricks emotions as she felt his manhood swell. Patrick was close to something, and she felt an overwhelming desire to push him over whatever he was close to. She pulled him out and took a long breath, never letting Patrick speak as she slipped him back down her throat, with full lungs this time. Once again, his shaft disappeared down her throat, only for her to push a strong claiming call through her vocal chords.

Patrick’s eyes rolled completely back in his head as his hips bucked uncontrollably. Cammy pressed her call, using all her air just as she felt Patrick climax. She held him there in a tongue swirling, vibrating embrace as he emptied himself. She felt her core glow as he poured himself down her throat. He bucks became shudders as the flow waned to spurting remnants before Cammy released him. Patrick flopped on his back as she slowly stood over him. He could feel Cammy revel at her triumph as she slowly crawled over top of him to lay her glorious naked form atop his.

“Whoa…” Patrick pulled her up to him as their lips met in a long passionate kiss. “Where did you.. I never…” He panted after releasing her.

“We are biologically driven to please who we claim. My body listens to you now, Patrick. I have taken you as my own. In doing so, I have willingly imprinted myself on you. I belong to you, Red. My entire being is yours, just as I have taken your being for myself.” Cammy purred, smiling down at him as she felt his body ready itself for her again. “Now, I give you the rest of me.” She purred, spreading her thighs to straddle him as she slid the folds of her sex up and down his shaft. She slowly soaked him with herself as she kissed him deeply, and the two of them relished each other as all mental barriers, cultural que’s, and interspecies etiquette were rendered irrelevant. Patrick reveled in the full fanged possessive growls that his Camorra gave him with each time they came up for air, and Camorra’s heart raced as he overpowered her effortlessly. She was flipped on her back with a flash as Patrick asserted himself on her. He had stayed between her legs, but now he was in control, and a wave of exhilaration roared through her body as she realized he was going to take her, the human way. Patrick slid his shaft head through her folds until hit kissed the entrance to her core. Her shuddering moan gifted her a gloriously aggressive human smile as he captured the back of her neck and head with one powerful hand, and the small of her back with the other. She was rendered immobile as her Patrick pressed down on her with his hips. She felt her womanhood flare as he pushed past her entrance, and an involuntarily loud moan ripped itself from her lips as he gently, but firmly, drove his manhood into her. She felt his hips press against her bud just as she felt him press gently against her deepest folds.

Patrick held her there as his lips began to claim her body in totality. First her chin, then her ears. He was rewarded with a hip buck and another loud moan as his teeth brushed her jugular, followed by a nip at the base of her neck. The moment his lips began to suck on her left nipple, Patrick could feel her womanhood respond to him, as her hips bucked on their own. Patrick could feel her desire roaring like an inferno, and he rewarded it. He pulled his face away from her, he watched her eyes as he slowly began little short thrusts that turned into longer ones. Her eyes widened at every movement until they rolled back into her head.

Camorra lost control of her body, bucking wildly as she came for the first time. Patrick’s firm, but careful thrusts drove her half to madness as her body drank in every sensation. She had expected him to hold her there, to wait until she had finished climaxing. He had not, and instead had sped up his thrusts to drive her further into incoherence. She was lost in him just as he was lost in her. Their bodies rolled and bucked of their own accord as Patrick barely held on to his own control. She could feel him working hard not to hurt her, She felt the power of his body as he rendered her incapable of escaping him. His lips wandered her freely, his tongue tasted her skin as she began to sweat from the unrelenting orgasm that Patrick had refused to release her from. Time was gone, thought was gone, nothing mattered except the waves of ecstasy given to her by her Patrick. What felt like an eternity later, she felt his thrusts falter. He felt a growing pressure inside her as Patrick’s Shaft began to swell again, just as it had done in her throat. She knew what that meant now and began bucking against him with all of her will. Patrick’s moans became bellows as she redoubled her efforts. With the last of her energy, she pulled his head to hers. “Finish… Take Me.” Was all she could say before a powerful thrust drove him completely inside her. His hips bucked and shivered as his powerful arm around the small of her back pinned their hips together. A fiery heat spread through her core as he gave her his seed properly, refusing to release her until he was done. The pulsing of his ecstasy drove her into a full-throated screaming climax. Slowly, they both regained their senses as Patrick effortlessly picked her up and rolled back onto his back with her on top of him. He didn’t bother to pull out of her and began slowly making out with her for several minutes. Neither one wanted to move as Patrick finally softened enough to fall away from her.

Camorra finally spoke first, still panting from the experiences of the evening. “Red, I had no idea. You’ve loved me for so long.”

“I have, it wasn’t easy keeping myself from you. Now that I know what I’m missing…” he let his voice trail off as his fingers drew shapes in the main at the small of her back.

“oooooohh… that’s nice….” Camorra coo’d, melting into Patricks Human body heat. Both had worked themselves to exhaustion, and his body heat raged against her skin as she did her best to melt into his chest. “I’ve heard the term, ‘fall in love’ used by other humans. When.. when did you..” She hummed, unable to remove herself from the glorious pocket of heat she was enveloped in.

“Do you remember your first night home. When you came to me in a panic.” Patrick’s voice was a low rumble through Camorra’s ear against his chest. She nodded her response and he continued, “That night when I got my payback… Cammy. Had you been human, I would have taken you right then and there. I’ve thought you were gorgeous since we met. I’ve cared for you since the attack. When you trusted me that night... I fell for you, completely.”

“Hmmm…” Cammy finally pushed herself up, sliding up Patrick’s chest until she reached his lips, gently pulling at his lower lip with a fang. “Delmar, don’t fall in love. We choose to love. The claiming unlocks those emotions and instincts in us. I have chosen to love you, Red.” She coo’d.

Patrick said nothing, but wrapped his powerful human arms around his Camorra, slipping the bedding around and over them until they were entombed in a sarcophagus of pure heaven. Soon, comfort and contentment robbed them of consciousness