The magick swirling.
The stretch of his tail in me.
His clever, clever fingers toying with me, finding my clit and pressing down firmly, stroking in steady circles until pleasure and pressure and molten fire gather low in my core.
“Just look at you, star,” he whispers roughly against my ear. “Look at how pretty you are when you’re filled with me.”
He uses the hand at my mouth to tip my head forward, grip firm and warm against my skin.
There’s nothing to do but look.
Look at Callum’s tail in me. Look at the way he fills me, stretches me, the thick press of him bottoming out as he strokes my clit again.
I grasp at him, fingers clawing at his thick forearms, searching for something to anchor me in the storm of magick and pleasure rising, threatening to drown me.
“That’s it,” Callum croons, tail sliding in, then out, then back again in a deep, heavy rhythm that drives me out of my mind. “I’ve got you, Seren.”
I ride his tail with abandon, arch and strain and chase the sensation. I claw at him until he takes his hand from my mouth and lets me kiss him instead, lets me feed him my gasping breaths and stifled moans, lets me bite at his lips and devour his growl while he brings me right to the brink.
I come with a strangled cry, pussy pulsing around his tail, body shaking with the force of it.
Callum pulls his tail from me, wraps his arms around me, and turns me in his embrace until I’m crushed against his chest.He’s breathing almost as hard as I am, and his heart thunders against my ear.
I take several long minutes to come back down to earth. Still hazy and half dazed, I let out a breathless laugh as I melt into him.
“See?” I tease. “Sometimes it’s alright to be a little impatient.”
He chuckles, and the sound of it rumbles all the way through me. He presses a kiss to my forehead, to my cheek, to the corner of my lips, and more minutes pass in a dreamy, sexed-out haze.
At least until he glances toward the window, where the first light of dawn is just starting to filter in.
“Is it a long way to where we’re going today, to the city you mentioned?” he asks, and shifts on the bed like he means to get up.
His cock is still hard where my hips press to his, and by the tension and heat lingering in his body, I’d bet half a fae queen’s fortune he’s still wound up and aching.
And deciding to be a gentleman this morning, apparently.
“What about you?” I ask in a whisper, fingers drifting from his side to the planes of his lower abdomen, tracing the hard ridges of muscle, the deep vee at his hip leading right to the place I want to—
“I’m not going to hold myself back when you touch me, star,” he says in a low murmur, fingers wrapping around my wrist to stop it from going any lower. “I’m not going to be quiet. And as much as I’d like for that to happen this morning, I won’t put your friends in the awkward position of hearing how loudly my mate makes me come.”
Heat flushes through me, eclipsing any momentary frustration at being denied the chance to get my hands and my mouth on him.
Besides, the more I think about it and the more the lust clears, the more I realize he’s probably right.
Rhett and Joan absolutely do not need to hear the two of us getting it on in their guest room first thing in the morning.
Heat flushes through me again—pure mortification this time.
Didthey hear us getting it on in their guest room first thing in the morning?
I strain to listen, but can’t tell if there’s anyone else awake in the apartment. No voices, no footsteps, but that doesn’t mean anything. They could very well have heard me despite how hard Callum tried to keep me quiet.
I roll out of bed.
Callum grumbles a little, but doesn’t stop me as I hurriedly throw on a sweatshirt and shimmy back into my shorts before I tiptoe toward the door.
“Be right back,” I whisper. “Gonna go see how much apologizing I need to do.”
