But here, now, there’s no more questions.
This is right.
This is inevitable.
This is what I want.
Heis what I want.
I close my eyes and let my magick free.
It cascades from me in waves, pulling me toward him, filling me up from the inside out. It tangles with the threads of the bond I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at, amplifies them, makes them bright and incandescent and more real than anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Star,” Callum breathes. “You’re magnificent.”
I open my eyes.
There, in the scant space between us, magick glows. Gossamer threads connecting us, pulsing with the beating of our hearts, fragile and golden and wondrous.
“I’ve never… it’s never been like this. My magick.”
He cups a gentle hand around the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “It’s always felt like this to me. Since the moment I saw you, I’ve felt your magick like this, tying us together.”
I kiss him.
It’s not even a choice.
Between one breath and the next, the space between us disappears. The magick lingers, lighting up the dim of the room and drawing in tight, cocooning us, cradling us, binding us together.
Callum groans into the kiss and tightens the grip he has on my hair. He tilts my head back, sweeps his tongue over my lips, and groans again when I let him in.
But after a few delicious moments, he pulls away with a harsh inhale. “I asked you a question, star.”
Goddess, I like stern, grumpy Callum. And kind, concerned Callum. And turned-on-out-of-his-mind Callum.
“Did you?” I tease.
A growl slips out as he drops his mouth to my throat. He presses a sucking kiss there, and I hope it leaves a mark.
“You know I did.”
Two big hands explore me. From the dip of my waist to the curve of my back. Mapping a path up my spine to bury themselves in my hair.
“You know what I want.”
“Aye, I do.” His lips on my skin, hot and urgent. “But I want to hear you say it.”
Heat flashes through me. Magick crests. Pure, liquid need pools between my thighs. I try to press myself closer, but he holds me back, the bastard.
“I want…” I lick my lips and his eyes trace the movement, the black of his pupils almost overtaking the crimson of his irises. “I want to finish what we started this morning.”
Before I can even blink, Callum has me in his arms.
He crosses the room and deposits me on the bed, my back sinking into the plush duvet. He follows me down, stretching the length of his body over mine, the weight of him hot and delicious and… not enough.
His mind seems to follow the same train of thought as he leans down and catches the tips of his fangs lightly on the collar of my shirt.
“If I recall correctly,” he murmurs, pulling the fabric a couple of inches away from my skin. “You were wearing far less this morning.”
