I look at his cock, long and smooth, wanting it inside of me. I try to sit up, but the look on his face makes me freeze in place. I watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and begins to stroke himself, and I feel an urgent tug of desire in my core.
“Touch yourself,” he whispers gruffly. “Let me see how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”
I feel a wave of heat bloom under my skin, and he smiles lazily at me, his eyes hooded. I let my fingers trail down my slit, my arousal already glistening.
“Keep going, baby. I want to see you.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and the next thing I know, he has pulled me to the edge of the bed. I stand up to kiss him, but right before our lips touch, he spins me around to face the bed.
His cock is resting between my ass cheeks, where he slides the full length of it back and forth. His left hand snakes around to my breast, then up to my neck, and I lean into him, giving him easier access. He bites my neck, causing me to hiss in response and sending waves of heat down to my core. His right hand trails down further and further until his finger circles my clit.
“Cal, please,” I gasp.
“Please what, Maeve?”
“I need more.”
“Tell me what you need more of.”
“Everything.” I breathe. “I need your fingers on my clit.” He obeys immediately, increasing the pressure there.
“Fuck it, I need you inside me,” I say, realizing this isn’t enough. He slides his left hand from my throat and rests it between my shoulder blades, slowly pressing me forward. I feel the tip of his cock glide between my slit, up and down.
“Cal,” I gasp loudly as he finally slams into me, shooting me up to my tiptoes, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel him stretching me. The pain is there, but his fingers working my clit keep me from crying out. He stays still like that for a few moments, allowing me to adjust.
His thrusts are short in stride, slow, savoring. Each time he pulls out of me, I can feel him pull further out with each pump of his hips. Both of his hands grip my hips tightly, as if he is on the edge of his control. He pulls out, and I can feel the tip of his cock on my entrance. His thrust becomes punishing and relentless as he slides in and out of me with ferocity. I savor every second as I feel my release growing, waiting for the thrust that will send me over the edge. He stops again, and I protest with a whimper, but he forces me to perch on the edge of the bed, knees wide. My pants are still around my ankles, keeping my legs in place. He presses my chest down to the bed with my ass in the air, then he slams into me, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed.
“Cal!” I call out in a half-moan, half-scream.
His thrusts become more frantic in response. “Oh fuck. Cum for me, Maeve. Cum on my cock.”
And I do. Stars burst behind my eyes as my body begins to shudder. Callum’s thrusts become slow and jerky, and I can feel the warmth inside me like a claim.
“Fuck, Maeve. I love you,” he says, still trying to catch his breath. I collapse on the bed, and he places a kiss between my shoulder blades before pulling my legs over the edge of the bed. He begins to pull my pants up for me, and suddenly I feel his finger slide through my folds, causing my body to jerk as his fingertip grazes my clit.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still breathless.
“Sorry,” he whispers darkly, leaning in closer. “Slip of the hand.” He winks, then pulls my pants up all the way and slaps my ass, making me yelp. He grins, then begins pulling his own clothes back on.
“Okay, so,” I say, watching him. “Who is Laoise? Why does that name sound so familiar? And why did Orin look like he’d seen a ghost?”
Callum hangs his head and takes a deep breath.
“Do you remember who Orin and Thadg used to live with?” He pauses as he finishes adjusting his pants. “Well, he and Thadg had an…unconventionalrelationship with her.”
Pain lances through my chest at the thought of Thadg. It has been a long time since someone has spoken to me about him. I sit up and stare at my hands in my lap, feeling the sadness and anger rising. They told me he’d been shot during the mission to rescue me from my kidnappers all those years ago, but past that, I didn’t know much. It was the one topic Orin wouldn’t talk to me about.
“So, Laoise is the woman they lived with? I vaguely remember her, but her mother always kept her away from me.” I roll my eyes, remembering the woman who swore I’d turn her daughter into a “hussy.” Although looking back, the concern probably had more to do with Nessa’s constant presence and influence over me.
“Well, she kinda just… took off… disappeared after Thadg… after he passed,” he says haltingly, clearing his throat.
“Just up and left?”
“She left a note for Orin. He searched for her for months. Well, he had people searching for her. He refused to leave your side.”
I consider that for a moment, Orin putting aside his heartbreak to stay and watch over me, and I feel a heady wave of regret.
“What did the note say?”
