“So what was it like in your dreams?” he asked, grinning at her.
She was so panicked, so desperate to get the conversation on track though she didn’t know what that track was yet. She hoped to do some serious back pedaling even if she couldn’t imagine how she’d manage that considering she was na**d in his arms and she’d just begged him to f**k her, she answered immediately, “Well, there was no gold chain and no sex and –”
His brows shot up and he interrupted her again with, “No sex?”
“No, we just talk for a while and get started with, um… things and then I always wake up,” she replied hurriedly. “Listen –”
He broke in. “Things?”
“You know, start ha**ng s*x and then I wake up,” she told him then went on, “Callum, I’d like to talk –”
But he wasn’t listening, he was chuckling then he tucked her face into his neck again and tightened his arms.
“What’s funny?” she asked his neck.
“Poor baby,” he murmured, his tone low but playful. “Twenty years I’ve been teasing you.” He rolled into her, his head came up to look at her, his hands started to glide along her skin and his voice was husky when he finished, “I’ve got a lot to make up for.”
“Callum –”
She stopped speaking when he grinned again and it was so wicked, so satisfied, so unbelievably arrogant and knowing, she could do nothing but stare.
“You called me ‘wolf’,” he stated.
Her body went tight.
Callum kept talking or, more accurately, teasing, “Nice to know I can cut through one of your grudges with a few kisses.”
At his words, she forgot everything instantly and snapped, “It was more than a few kisses and, anyway, I was not myself.”
“If that wasn’t you, honey, then I’ll do everything I have to do to keep the Sonia I just f**ked. The Sonia who came for me so hard I thought her shrieks were going to blow out the f**king windows.”
She’d been wrong two days ago.
He wasn’t a big, bossy jerk.
He was an arrogant bastard.
She tried to push away, shoving at his shoulders, saying, “Of all the arrogant –”
She was writhing beneath him when he cut her off, burying his face in her neck, “That’s it, baby doll, fight me. This should be fun.”
She growled low in her throat.
He chuckled low in his.
She bucked and pushed away.
He caught her h*ps and hauled her under him, rolling his own h*ps until she was forced to spread her legs.
She stilled, her eyes locked on his and she cried, “Get off me!”
“No, honey,” he grinned at her, all haughty, arrogant king, “I’m going to get in you.”
She gave his shoulders a mighty heave and his cell rang on the nightstand.
Both their heads twisted to it and both their eyes narrowed on it but for entirely different reasons.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, reaching a long arm out to nab it.
“Get off me,” she demanded again as he looked at its display.
“Settle for a minute, little one,” he ordered distractedly.
“Get… off… me!” she snapped and his eyes sliced to hers.
“Settle,” he commanded, his voice a sharp, regal crack.
She settled because, apparently, King Not to Be Denied Due to Royal Birth Callum was lying between her legs.
He put his phone to his ear and said, “Callum.”
Since she was close, she could hear the entire conversation.
“Cal, brother, you need to come down the mountain.”
It was Calder.
“For f**k’s sake, why?” Callum clipped.
“You remember what we talked about yesterday?” Calder enquired.
“Yes,” Callum answered tersely.
“Well, we flipped that brother. He’s talking. Talking a lot. This territory is infested. It’s far more dicked up than we imagined. Mona’s… hell, I don’t know what Mona’s been doing but whatever the f**k it is, it’s not her job. Someone has to deal with her and we need to start making moves or this shit is going to start traveling,” Calder answered.
“How bad is it?” Callum asked.
“The scale doesn’t go up to this bad,” Calder replied and Sonia watched Callum close his eyes even as she saw his face set hard before he opened them when Calder kept speaking. “Pack up your mate and bring her ass down the mountain. I’m sure you’ll find time to do her here. We got more important shit to see to.”
Callum’s eyes came to her but she stared at his shoulder angrily at the same time pretending she wasn’t hearing a thing.
“The deed’s done,” Callum announced and it took everything Sonia had not to react to his words.
Good goodness.
Now she was a “deed” to be “done”.
Well, he’d done it all right.
“Hallelujah,” Calder hooted. “I knew it wouldn’t take you long,” he noted with deep respect before finishing, “Now, let’s get to work.”
“We’ll be down by early afternoon,” Callum returned.
“We’ll have everything ready,” Calder replied. “Later.”
Sonia watched as Callum flipped his phone shut and his eyes went to her.
“I’m sorry, honey, we’ve got to cut this short and get back to the real world,” he told her and, she had to give it to him, he sounded disappointed.
But she couldn’t help but think how convenient all this was.
Callum (and his brothers) making it clear (several times) that his time in the cabin with her was something he considered a frustrating annoyance. In fact he, himself, referred to it as a “farce”.
Callum and his brother’s talk about whatever-it-was yesterday.
This morning, Callum wasted no time in seducing her, claiming her and then his brother called to say it was imperative he get back down the mountain.
Royal duty sorted, time to wage war.
“Sonia?” he called and she focused on his handsome face. “We don’t have a lot of time. We need to shower and go.”
“Right,” she whispered, her gaze drifting away while she felt something important curl up in the region of her heart.
“Baby doll,” he murmured and she looked back to him. “We’ll come back. As soon as we can. All right?”
Sonia wouldn’t hold her breath.
“All right,” she replied.