“Available for you?” she asked angrily.
“Available for me,” he repeated.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means whatever the fuck I want it to mean.”
She stared at him, he watched realization dawn then she rolled her eyes to the headboard and muttered, “I was right… medieval.”
“Sonia –”
Her eyes rolled back to his and she stated tartly, “Get off me Callum. You didn’t give me a choice but I choose no. This is the twenty-first century and my culture doesn’t tell women to be silent nor do men make women sit in their laps during official proceedings.”
“My culture does,” he returned. “And I did give you the choice and you jumped at it, I’ll remind you, pretty fucking gleefully. While you sat connected to me, I asked you if you were mine. You didn’t fucking hesitate saying yes. Then, the minute you reared into my cock when you were on your knees with my chain around your waist, you embraced my culture and there’s no going back now.”
Her eyes grew wide in horror before she snapped, “That’s crazy!”
“That may be but you did it. After twenty years of dreaming of me and not having me you were obviously gagging for it and the minute you got your chance you fucking jumped at it. Or more to the point, opened your legs for it, rode it and fucking ground into it, moaning the whole goddamned time.”
Her head jerked and her voice lowered, sounding hurt but Callum was too angry to notice. “Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”
“I did because you did,” he returned. “And I know you’ll do it again.”
Her wide eyes widened further and her body froze beneath his.
“Callum –”
He dipped his face closer to hers and his tone was deadly when he asked, “You want to know why I know that, little one?”
“Callum –”
“Because you’re not going anywhere. I’m fucking well not going anywhere. Right now, you’re going to perform your queenly duties by letting me use that sweet little body of yours to deal with my day and you’re going to love, every… fucking… minute of it.”
She opened her mouth to speak.
Or yell.
But Callum got there first.
Sliding a hand in her hair and fisting it, he held her head steady and he kissed her, rough and hard, his tongue invading and seizing.
She fought him the entire time.
Making furious noises in her throat, she bucked under him, pushed at him, and, when that didn’t work, she scratched him.
He felt her nails ripping through his shirt, piercing his skin. He tore his mouth away from hers at the pain and she took advantage. Rolling him slightly away from her, she slid out from under him and nearly got to her feet when he tagged her at the waist and tossed her back to the bed.
She grunted with frustrated rage and renewed her attack and Callum found, to his utter delight, she was a vicious and cunning little fighter who’d not only rival, but best any she-wolf of his experience.
So as not to harm her using his full strength with which he could break her in two, he wasn’t able to subdue her. Their rough play continued and he enjoyed every fucking second of it.
Their breathing escalated and he noticed her struggles diminish. Her pushing had turned to touching. She’d started biting him and, in doing so, used her tongue liberally. And he could feel her gliding her nose along his neck, taking in the scent of him, an odd thing for a human to do but it aroused him greatly.
She didn’t even notice when she stopped fighting him and started struggling to get his clothes off his body.
But Callum noticed.
He decided in that instant to allow her defiance. Hell, he’d even incite it if this was to be his reward.
They were naked and she was as she was that morning, all over him with her hands, mouth and tongue, touching, tasting, licking, rubbing herself against him as if she couldn’t get enough fast enough. Callum couldn’t believe his good fortune that destiny chose a greedy little human in heat to be his queen.
She was fucking perfect.
But it was time he had his fill.
He rolled her to her back and used his hands, mouth and tongue on her, all over her and she was greedy for that too. Arching against him, her hands coaxing and demanding, her nails scraping or diving into his hair to hold him to her.
When Callum’s mouth was at her belly, Sonia spread her legs and Callum accepted her sweet invitation. He settled between them, ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, cocking them and then throwing her calves over his shoulders.
Finally, she was right there.
The scent of her was unbelievable. He’d wanted to taste her since he’d smelled it that first night when he’d rescued her from her kidnappers.
He lowered his mouth to her and she was just as sweet as her scent promised.
The minute his mouth touched her, she went completely still a moment before he heard the low, sexy whimper escape the back of her throat. Then she jerked her hips up, clearly always greedy his Sonia, demanding more.
He smiled against her and gave it to her.
As he worked her with his mouth, her movements became more agitated and her whimpers came faster through her panting until he pulled away.
When he did, she cried desperately, “No!”
He moved over her and rolled them so he was on his back.
“You stopped,” she accused, squirming on top of him.
He grinned at her and lifted his head to bury his face in her neck.
He ran his tongue up its length to her ear and his body absorbed her shiver before he said there, “I’m not done eating you, baby doll. But you took all of me this morning. I’m curious to know what you can do with your mouth.”
He heard her breath catch as her face twisted to his and he saw, to his delight, she liked that idea.
“Do you know what I want?” he asked, she nodded and he murmured, “Then give it to me.”
She didn’t hesitate a moment. She moved, positioning herself over his head and his hands slid up her outer thighs, his fingers curling into her hips as she bent her body down the length of his.
The minute she wrapped her fingers around him, he lapped at her. When her tongue touched the tip of his hard cock, he pulled her hips down and gave her more. She learned swiftly that the more she pleased him, the more she was rewarded.
And she pleased him a good deal.
She was rocking her hips against his mouth, her fist around the base of his cock, her movements nearly frenzied, her moans vibrating against his shaft as her sweet, little mouth took him deep and he knew she was ready.
He slid away from her and turned on her. He had her ass in his hands and her back to the headboard before she had the chance to wrap her arms and legs around him.
When she did, he pressed the tip of his cock to her wet, tight entrance but stopped.
Her head tipped back and her lips parted in anticipation.
But he didn’t give it to her, as much as he wanted it himself.
They’d played, he’d won and now he wanted the spoils of victory.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
Her eyes opened halfway but she didn’t answer.
He placed his lips on hers. “Baby doll,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, pressing her hips into his and he pulled back.
Her mouth formed a disappointed “O” and her eyes closed.
He grinned against her lips.
Yes, she was absolutely, fucking perfect.
But he wasn’t quite done.
“Call me wolf,” he ordered and her eyes opened again, this time not halfway.
“Callum –”
He circled his hips and she bit her bottom lip before she strained to find him.
“Call me wolf,” he repeated gruffly, the feel of her, wet and open, waiting for him, was driving him mad.
“Callum –”
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br /> “Do it, little one.”
“Wolf,” she whispered.
“Say it all.”
She pressed her body closer, her face went into his neck and under his ear she begged softly, “Please, my wolf, I need you to fuck me.”
Sonia calling him wolf, begging him to fuck her, seemed to shatter his soul.
It also shattered his control.
He gave her what she asked for, fast and rough, then faster and rougher and the harder he took her, the higher she went until he knew it was overwhelming her.
Her neck bent sharply, her eyes sought his and he saw the panic just as her body tightened all around him.
He lifted his hand to cradle the back of her head.
His control of his own orgasm was slipping but he assured her in a hoarse voice, “It’s all right, baby doll, I’ve got you.”
Her dazed eyes focused on him a scant second before she gave him her trust and let go.
Her head reared back, slamming his hand against the wall just as it cushioned her head from the blow. Her body bucked. Her sex convulsed, sucking him deeper inside her hot wetness. And, finally, he heard her release yelped in loud, sharp, almost feral cries.
The sound of her climax was his undoing. He surged into her one last time and joined her in a brilliant explosion with his own claiming animal roar.
When he came back from the beautiful place Sonia took him, the most beautiful of his life (and considering he was three hundred and eighty-three years old, that was fucking saying something), he felt her breath evening out against his neck.
She still held his body tight in her limbs, his cock still snug inside her and she had pressed her face into his neck. All of this he thought was, as Sonia could very much be, sweet.
And the realization hit him suddenly like a crushing weight that he wanted her limbs around him, her breath to stir his skin and their beautiful connection to last for eternity.
Which heralded the unwelcome knowledge he’d lived with for thirty-one years. Knowledge he’d worked time and again with Mac to come to terms with. Knowledge that, when he met Sonia as a little girl, felt their connection and discovered she was his, he’d raged against. Knowledge that he’d buried deep until that moment.
It was the knowledge that she was a mortal human and he was an immortal werewolf and they didn’t have eternity.
Instead he’d enjoy his mate for decades, not millennia.
Then he’d watch her grow old.
Then he’d watch her die.
And destiny had chosen to make her perfect which Callum thought was a fucking cruel tease.
His arms tightened around her and he dropped from his knees to his back, taking her with him, careful to keep their connection.
When he had her settled on top, she nuzzled closer. His fingers found his chain and trailed along it and he pulled in a breath, taking in the gorgeous scent of her hair, the beautiful scent of them mingled between her legs and the scent of…
His body froze and his head, at the same time as Sonia’s, twisted to look at the man standing in the door.
The scent of fucking vampire.
Chapter Ten
Vampires
“Who would have thought, Sonny, that when you fuck you sound like an animal?” Yuri noted blandly, standing in the door, gaze locked on Sonia.
Belying his tone, his eyes were blazing.
Then Callum watched those eyes narrow on the claiming chain Callum’s hand had arrested toying with when Yuri appeared in the door and Callum bit back a wolfish howl of elation.
Before he reached out to throw the blanket folded at the end of her bed over their bodies, Callum had thoughts he was certain, if Sonia knew them, she would greatly dislike (and likely have no problem sharing that opinion).
Yuri, who so very much wanted to get his cold, vampire hands on her, had walked in on them naked, still connected, her claiming chain glinting in the lights of the room, the cries of their orgasms practically still ringing in the air.
And Callum fucking loved it.
He loved that Yuri had seen everything he saw and heard everything he heard and was right now smelling everything he smelled.
Thus he couldn’t stop himself from aiming at Yuri a very fucking satisfied smile to which Yuri aimed back a very incensed scowl.
“What… what are you…?” Sonia stammered and, hearing the horror in her tone, Callum smothered his chuckle and his arms tightened around her under the blanket. “Doing here?” she screeched.
“Father wants to speak to you,” Yuri answered.
“Now?” she shrieked.
Yuri leaned in the doorway and stated, “When we arrived, we noticed you were busy. Therefore we waited until you weren’t. So, yes, now, if you’d be so kind.”
Callum was surprised he hadn’t sensed them or smelled them.
Then again, he was entirely wrapped up in his pretty little mate so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising.
And he thought that this just got better and better.
They’d been there awhile.
Fucking brilliant.
Callum felt Sonia’s body jolt, taking him from his thoughts but Yuri casually pushed away from the door and disappeared from sight.
Callum looked from the door to Sonia and found she was still staring across the room.
“Honey,” he called, giving her a squeeze.
“Tell me I’m dreaming now,” she whispered, her voice still filled with horror, as was her face. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused and at the look of her, Callum had to bite back another chuckle. “No, this isn’t a dream,” she stated, her head slowly turning to face him to breathe her finale. “This is a nightmare.”
“Sonia –”
“They heard us,” she whispered.
They did. They not only heard their orgasms, they probably heard a great deal more. Even if Gregor and Yuri weren’t vampires, who had exceptional hearing, in fact all their senses were exceptional, they still would hear them. Fuck, the neighbors probably heard them.
“Sonia –”
“We’re loud,” Sonia went on.
“Yes, baby doll, but –”
“We were having sex,” she breathed this fact as if he hadn’t participated fully in the event, her eyes widening and Callum was losing his fight with his amusement and felt his body start shaking.
“Sonia –”
“He said…” she cut him off, her dazed eyes clearing and beginning to flash. “He said… he actually said that I sounded like an animal.”
“Son –”
She disengaged from him and rolled angrily away.
Callum rolled to his side, got up on an elbow and watched as, clumsy in her fury, Sonia struggled with her nightgown.
The material was caught helplessly around her arms and her head was hidden by it but she still ranted on.
“I can’t believe what just happened. What he just said. My brother!” she tugged the nightgown down with effort and then glared at Callum. “Well, essentially my brother saw me naked and… and…” she leaned toward him and hissed, “fastened to you.”
“Fastened to me?” Callum repeated, the thread of humor in his tone impossible to miss and Sonia didn’t miss it.
Her eyes narrowed and she snapped, “Nothing about this is funny!”
Callum thought everything about this was the height of hilarity, especially her reaction.
He didn’t share that.
Instead, he said, “Baby doll, calm down.”
She leaned back and her eyebrows went up. “Calm down?”
Callum exited the bed and pulled her rigid body into his arms.
“Yes, calm down. It happened. It’s over. Let’s get dressed and go down and see what we’re dealing with.”
“Oh, we’ll do that, all right. We certainly will,” she told him, pulling free from his arms and then jumping around on one foot trying to tug up her underwear.
Callum grabbed his clothes and pulled them on as she yanked up her panties and smoothed her
nightgown down. Then she ran her fingers through her hair while walking to her chest of drawers. She pulled something out of a box on the top and twisted a holder in her hair, fixing a ponytail.
Callum had on his jeans, was shrugging on his shirt and, seeing her makeup free, in a nightgown and ponytail, her lips bruised from his kisses, her face flushed with sex, he thought she’d never looked more adorable, never prettier, beyond beautiful.
Perfect.
Without buttoning his shirt, he strode to her and yanked her in his arms. His head descended and his mouth claimed hers in a kiss so thorough, the bruising of her lips wouldn’t disappear for days.
When his head lifted their hearts were both beating faster and Sonia looked like she was emerging from a delicious dream, a fact which made him want to kiss her again.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t.
“All right, baby doll,” he called softly and he saw that, with effort, her eyes focused on his and he grinned, which made her eyes focus on his mouth, which made him want to laugh but he kept speaking. “Remember I told you that you have family now and they wouldn’t want you to struggle, no matter what you’re struggling with?”
She blinked and then she nodded.
He dipped his face close to hers, looked her in the eye and said quietly, “You’re about to see what I mean.”
Her eyes grew wide but he ignored her look, took her hand and guided her down the stairs.
Gregor was lounging on one of Sonia’s clean-lined, pristine couches by her Christmas tree.
Yuri was fuming while leaning on the mantel above the fireplace.
They both came to attention and watched as Callum led Sonia down the stairs and into the room.
Callum’s gaze went to Gregor and he demanded, “I’ll want to know the meaning of this.”
Gregor slowly closed his eyes, visibly seeking patience and when he opened them, he said in his cool, refined voice, “Remember who you’re speaking to.”
“I know exactly who I’m fucking speaking to,” Callum returned.
“I kept her safe for you for thirty-one years,” Gregor rejoined, Callum heard Sonia gasp and felt her hand tighten spasmodically in his.
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