“Hmmm?” she hums as her fingers once again begin to wander down my chest, then she blinks a few times as her brain catches up. “Wait. Drive? No. I can drive. Mildred might murder me if I let anyone else drive her car.”
Reluctantly, I help Callie back to the driver’s seat, and as she gets ready to move forward, my hand slides up her thigh and I whisper, “Drive quickly,mi reina,” hotly in her ear.
Chapter 8
Connor
“You smell nice,” Callie murmurs against my neck, her arms and legs wrapped around me as I carry her through the alpha house. “Like pine trees and the night sky, and something else. Something earthy. It’s a sexy smell.”
All I can manage is a groan of approval, trying not to topple us both over when the feel of her lips makes me light-headed. I take the stairs two at a time to get us to the upstairs bedroom as soon as possible.What I wouldn’t give for vampire speed right now.The thought brings another about Nolan. I’m worried about him, and there’s a sliver of guilt that I’m benefitting from whatever bad thing happened tonight. However, I know that I can’t neglect Callie, and to reject what she offers would wound us both.
My heart thunders in my chest and heat ripples all over my body as she once again nuzzles my neck with the tip of her nose. So far everything she’s done is relatively innocent, but every touch from her leaves me panting for more.
“Eres todo lo que siempre he querido,” I whisper into her hair as we enter a bedroom that has a hand-carved, four-poster bed, two matching bedside tables, a long dresser, and not much else.
“The only word I got out of that is ‘all.’” She giggles and does a small bounce when I drop her onto the bed.
“Everything,” I correct, dropping a soft kiss against her lips. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,mi reina.I’m grateful every day that you’re in my life.”
“I’m grateful for you too,” she murmurs, reaching for my hand. Our fingers intertwine. “You drive me crazy sometimes, but I’m happier because you’re part of my life.”
Her words ease something deep inside me, something that’s been a knot for so long that I didn’t even realize it was there. She wants me. Not because she has to, but because I make her happy.
There are no curtains to block the French doors that open up to the veranda, allowing the small rays of moonlight to cast the room in streaks of light and shadows. Her eyes remind me of the same play of light and dark, the gray of a night sky filled with pricks of stars and beams of moonlight. I could stare into her eyes for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it. The love inside me almost hurts, the intensity creating a lump in my chest that’s hard to breathe around.
Callie’s face softens, and a single tear falls from her starlit eyes. “I love you too,mi lobo,” she whispers, her voice soft within this world of a single room, a space where only we exist.
Leaning over her, I brush my nose against hers. “I want to kiss you more.”
“Then you should kiss me,” she replies with a half-smile, cupping my face.
So I do.
With soft lips, I kiss her slowly, no more than lips brushing lips, and I feel the spark of hunger within her which rides like lightning through me. The muscles in my back tense as I do my best to keep myself under control.She’s experiencing a lot of different emotions. Go slow. Take care of her. Love her like she deserves.
She answers by wrapping her arms around my neck, her hands tightly gripping my shirt. “Please, Connor,” she begs against my lips, her voice wet and desperate. “I need… Please touch me.”
My best intentions go up in smoke, her tempting words calling to the beast within me.Mine.The thought growls from my wolf, awake and ready to fulfill all of our mate’s desires.
Leading her down onto the bed, I deepen the kiss to a bruising intensity. She releases a moan deep within her throat and opens her mouth wide for me to explore. I offer up a matching groan and answer her invitation. My tongue tangles with hers, and it’s a dance of love, desire, and longing for more. Always more. Her mouth tastes like a cool spring within a desert oasis, and I never want to stop drinking.
With one hand braced against the bed—the mattress, draped in white linens, sinking under my weight—the other hand slips underneath her loose shirt. Her flesh is hot underneath my touch, and as my thumb brushes along her lower ribs, she wiggles into my hand, encouraging me to reach higher, to touch more.
My heartbeat throbs throughout my body, heavy and loud, and I feel like a lit stick of dynamite. My hand slides around to her back, the shirt hiking up and exposing her taut belly, and I shift us to the top of the bed. She assists by once again wrapping her legs around my waist, the loose exercise shorts sliding up her thighs. The more of her skin I see, the more I want to see. I’ve only felt this way with Callie. This deep hunger never seems to fully be quenched, nor will it truly subside because I’ll always want her.
The hints of Nolan’s scent underneath Callie’s is driving me crazy. I need her to smell like me.
Mine!my wolf growls within my head, and a wave of possessiveness shoots through me. She gasps in response but doesn’t seem angered by it. The opposite seems to be true as a wave of her own possessive claim echoes back. It arouses me to a whole new level, knowing my desire to claim her is reciprocated and that I’m not alone in this overwhelming need.
Sitting back on my knees, I rip my flannel off, the buttons making tinkling noises as they bounce off the hardwood floors. Her gaze burns down my form in approval, and she immediately reaches out to run her hands along my abs.
Her gaze is an all-consuming fire that I’ll happily burn under. While her fingers dig into my muscles, she purrs, “Mine.”
“Always,” I pant, my eyelids drooping under the weight of pleasure that comes from her touch. “¡Mierda! Te deseo tanto.”
“What do you want?” she asks, her husky voice sending tingles down my spine.
Her desire emboldens me. Tugging on the shirt she’s wearing, I answer honestly, “This gone.”
