“Huh.” I arch into his mouth, back straining off the bed. “Seems like someone should fix that.”
Callum’s chuckle rumbles against my collarbone.
He takes his time making his way down my body, kissing me over the shirt, dragging his fangs, teasing and going so tortuously slow. When he reaches my navel, he nudges the hem up, exposing my midriff and peppering that with kisses, too.
It makes me squirm. I clutch at his horns and buck into him, a silent demand he stop playing with me and get to the point.
“This is the point, Seren.”
Oh. Damn. Maybe I said that out loud.
“You’re the whole point,” he murmurs, inching the shirt even higher, exposing my stomach, the dips of my ribs, all the way to the lace cups of my bra.
A deep rumble of approval echoes in his chest when he pulls the fabric high enough to see how it cups me, how I absolutely, positively didn’t choose the best bra I had to wear on this trip, just in case this very moment happened.
Unable to be as patient as he is, I reach down and tug the shirt up and off me. Good riddance.
Callum’s not complaining. His crimson eyes darken with pleasure, and he exhales a small groan as his hands find my breasts and plump them together. He dips his head and kisses the swell of one, then the other, then takes a deep inhale through his nose that rumbles through his chest in a low growl.
I prop myself up on an elbow to look at him. “Are you… sniffing me?”
Callum—entirely unashamed—inhales again.
“You have no idea how delectable you smell, star. You have no idea how crazed it makes me when I can scent your arousal,when I know you’re thinking about me, that you want this just as much as I do.”
“I might have—” I gasp as he dips his face into the hollow between my neck and shoulder, as he grazes the tips of his fangs along my skin. “—some idea.”
Whether it’s my scent or the idea of just how hot he’s making me, Callum’s iron-clad control is slipping. Over the next few moments, he goes from determined to tease me out of my mind, to just this side of unhinged. We scramble together to get me out of the rest of my clothes, chucking them off the side of the bed into a haphazard pile on the floor.
When he has me bare, Callum pulls back.
He kneels on the bed and stares down at me. With his crimson eyes wide and searching, his wings draped elegantly behind him—the sheer, utterly un-human beauty of him—he looks like some kind of fallen angel.
Handsome. Powerful.Mine.
I reach for him, and he comes back to me, pressing me into the mattress and claiming my mouth again.
He doesn’t stay there long.
Callum kisses and licks and nips a path from my mouth, over the curve of my jaw and lower. He stops at my breasts, lavishing attention on one, and then the other. Wet laves of his tongue and long, slow draws between his lips, teasing and torturing me until both my nipples are standing in hard, aching, flushed peaks. His thick beard abrades my skin in the best way, and I already know I’m going to be covered in beard-burn tomorrow, but I couldn’t give a single shit.
If it’s the price I have to pay for having him like this, I’m absolutely happy to pay it.
But there’s something else I want to pay, too.
Payback, to be more precise.
With a firm tug on his horns to get his attention, I smirk down at his handsome, pleasure-drunk face.
“Didn’t I say I wanted to finish what I started this morning?”
“Star,” he groans, already moving like he’s going to dip his head back down and continue on his merry way devouring me.
“Uh-uh.” I tug on his horns again, and he finally relents, climbing back up over me until I can reach his lips with mine. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
Gratifyingly, he follows the hastily kissed order, moving himself to the side of the mattress, wings settling behind him.
I can’t help but linger for a moment as I scoot across the bed after him, fingers trailing again over the miracle of them, the power of them, the absolute impossibility of them.
