“For my mate.” I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose. “It’s a sound of comfort and pleasure a demon can only ever make for their fated one.”
Seren lets that sink in for a few moments, then reaches up to cup my cheek. “I wish I could purr for you, too.”
I don’t know what to say to that, don’t know what to do with the bittersweet ache in my chest, so I kiss her again.
Slow and soothing, with my purr rumbling strong and steady between us.
I kiss her until my already frayed-control is hanging by a single thread, then cuddle her close and brush my lips to the top of her rumpled curls.
“We should get some sleep,” I murmur.
Seren grumbles a little, but shifts so her back is pressed to my chest again, every inch of her radiating warmth against me.
“Good night, Callum.”
“Good night, Seren.”
What tomorrow will bring, I don’t know.
But here, tonight, is a little slice of heaven I won’t let myself take for granted.
As sleep rises to claim me, I hold on to every moment. Every inch of Seren against me. Every memory of this incredible, nerve-wracking day.
I’d give anything to make it last a little longer.
I’d give anything for a pause, a moment of peace, a reprieve.
But we’ve got a heart to find and a bounty to win and a murderous fae monarch whose prize might just fix both our lives.
All of it, every last bit, is so terribly, unbelievably strange that I fall asleep with a smile on my lips and a silent laugh in my chest, wishing like anything tomorrow will be at least a little calmer.
But knowing my witch and the way she races forward through life, that’s not likely to happen.
29
Seren
I wake with a massive demon cock pressed to my lower back.
It’s impossible to ignore. Long and thick, the undershorts Callum’s wearing do absolutely nothing to hide it.
I should get out of bed.
I should shimmy from under his arm and pretend like I never felt a damn thing, slip out to the bathroom to get dressed, and ignore the very real, very hard shaft pressed right up against me.
I do none of those things.
Instead, I press closer.
Back arching just right so the curve of my ass nestles against his groin, I keep my eyes closed. Maybe I’m just sleeping, totally innocent, not trying to feel even more of that—
“Witch,” Callum growls, voice sleepy and deep and graveled with morning.
“Hmm?” I hum, and press back again.
“Temptress.” Another growl, but he doesn’t pull away.
He presses closer, too. Cock sliding right between the cheeks of my ass over the fabric of my shorts, he finds the place where he fits and rubs against me in slow, deliberate strokes.
