I’d heard that worked for unmated werewolves, but everyone I’d been with during heat in the past had wanted to spend it with our bodies locked together.
"It would take a few hours," I said.
His eyes were nearly black, his grip on my hand tightening further. "Is that supposed to dissuade me, Kitten?"
"That seems like a long time to spend with just your hands and mouth on someone." Asking him not to use the nickname had only seemed to encourage him.
"Are you questioning my stamina?"
"Of course not. Just your sanity. No one spends heat like that."
"Except you."
My face flushed at the clear assumption.
It… was a safe one for him to make.
I’d already told him I didn’t have a partner. The only person I could even possibly ask was Jonah, and he was basically my brother-in-law. I’d literally rather die than go there, and heat was far from deadly.
"Do it, or I’ll eat you,"Sable growled at me.
"How would you possibly eat me? We share a body."
She huffed.
There was a stunning fae king offering to get me off for multiple hours. Regardless of his terrible morals, deadly magic, and questionable personality, I’d have to be insane to say no.
"Alright," I agreed. "Just this once."
Callum tugged me toward him.
One of the glossy heels I’d picked up from a thrift store an hour earlier landed on the coffee table.
He tugged me further, and the other foot followed.
Guess he didn't mind me using his table as a step stool.
Need burned through me like fire.
I gripped the collar of his coat as he grabbed my face, pulling me to him. Our mouths collided, our tongues meeting in a combination of his ice and the lingering taste of coffee on my tongue.
The kiss was electric—and he pulled away far too soon. He trailed his mouth down the side of my throat and to the top of my shoulder while his hands found the zipper on the back of my skirt.
He didn’t want to let things get too passionate, because he wasn’t going to actually fuck me.
I didn’t mind that one bit.
Callum tugged the zipper down, his gaze scorching as he slowly slid the skirt down my thighs, leaving me in nothing but the thin, cheeky panties I’d paired with it.
The fabric followed the skirt to the coffee table, and he lifted me easily, setting me down on the edge of the couch before sinking to his knees.
The city’s cruelest fae king was kneeling forme.
It shouldn’t have made me feel powerful, but it did.
Callum had my thighs parted and his mouth on my core in a moment, and I was completely lost to the pleasure.
It wasthe early hours of morning when my heat finally subsided.
