He leaned down, grabbed her ankles and hauled her down the bed.
“What are you –?”
He then entered the bed and settled his weight on top of her.
“Get off me,” she demanded, shoving at his shoulders and writhing underneath him.
“Sonia, look at me.”
“Get off!”
“Look at me, goddamn it!” he roared, she stilled and glared at him. “You want instruction, I’ll give it to you but you f**king look at me when I’m speaking to you and you better f**king pay attention.”
“You have my attention, King Callum,” she retorted sarcastically and he sucked in breath at her tone.
Then he spoke. “Do not disrespect me even in private,” he said evenly, calmly, her eyes narrowed but she snapped her mouth shut. “Good thinking,” he approved tersely and went on. “I, obviously, should have explained this more clearly earlier but I didn’t. Now I am. The queen’s duty is to support her king. You stand by my side or sit in my lap, however I want it, and you listen, you learn and then, after I perform my duties, which can often be not so much f**king fun, you’re available for me.”
“Available for you?” she asked angrily.
“Available for me,” he repeated.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means whatever the f**k 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 f**king gleefully. While you sat connected to me, I asked you if you were mine. You didn’t f**king hesitate saying yes. Then, the minute you reared into my c**k 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 f**king jumped at it. Or more to the point, opened your legs for it, rode it and f**king 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 f**king 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 f**king 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 na**d 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 f**king 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 h*ps 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.