It sends a tremor through Callum’s entire body. “If all you’re going to do is tease—”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” I dip my head to nip at the strong column of his throat as I maneuver myself on top of him.
Straddling his hips, I take a long, indulgent look. From the broad stretch of his shoulders and the strong column of his neck, over the planes of his chest—dusted with coarse brown hair—and lower. To the ripple of his abs and the mouth-watering vee pointing straight to…
“These need to go,” I murmur into his skin, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts.
Callum obeys immediately, one muscular arm wrapped around the underside of my ass so he can lift me up, and the other tugging the offending piece of clothing away.
When he sets me back down, the hard length of his cock settles against my core, and I can’t resist the temptation. I rock myself against him, sliding him against my slick pussy, grinding down hard to get the friction I need.
Callum groans into my neck. Gripping my hips, he helps me, moving me against him and canting his pelvis just right so hehits my clit on each upstroke. Over and over, with the tips of his claws making dents in my skin, the incredible power of him moving beneath me, the strength and the heat of him driving me nearly to orgasm after only a few strokes.
“You’re distracting me,” I pant.
“Seems like a wonderful distraction to me.” Another stroke, and little fires ignite low in my belly.
A small, greedy, selfish part of me wants to finish just like this.
It wouldn’t be hard.
Just a few more seconds and I could—
“No,” I moan, as much to myself as to him. “I told you what I want.”
“Your body says otherwise.” He rocks into me again, and I wonder if he can feel it. Feel the magick pulling taut between us, feel the tremors running through me, the pleasure just this side of bursting.
“My body can wait.”
Shifting myself further back on his thighs, I reach down between us and take the thick, proud length of him in hand, fingers curling around his shaft and sliding down to…
Oh.
Well, that’s not something I—
“My knot,” Callum says, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the tops of my breasts, hips bucking into my hand.
“And it goes—”
“Inside you.” His fangs, this time, delicious little pinpricks of pain at my nipple.
“Oh.”
He pulls back far enough so he can see my face, and whatever he finds there makes him smirk.
“You don’t have to take it tonight. Or ever, if you don’t want to. But I think you’ll like it.”
“Do you?” I give it a tentative squeeze and he moans.
“I do. Goddess, star. I do. You’ll love it.”
That promise is given in such a desperate, graveled rasp that I believe him. I believe I’ll love to take that wickedly large knot, to figure out how the two of us fit together.
But that’s not what I want tonight.
Tonight, I want him to burn just as hot as he made me this morning.
I want to hear howloudhe can be, what sounds I can wrench from him.
