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 h*ps 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 h*ps 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 h*ps 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 c**k 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 f**k me,” she whispered, pressing her h*ps 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, f**king 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 h*ps 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 –”
“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 f**k me.”
Sonia calling him wolf, begging him to f**k 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 cl**ax 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 f**king saying something), he felt her breath evening out against his neck.
She still held his body tight in her limbs, his c**k 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 f**king 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 f**king vampire.
Chapter Ten
Vampires
“Who would have thought, Sonny, that when you f**k 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 f**king 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 f**king satisfied smile to which Yuri aimed back a very incensed scowl.