Kissing a path from his mouth, down the strong column of his throat, over his collarbones and pecs and lower, Callum’s breath gets shallow and quick. His pupils are deep, dark pools of need as he watches me explore my way down his body through half-hooded eyes.
He truly is incredible.
Power, so much power in the firm ridges of his abs, the taut skin dusted with coarse hair, coiled and gathered, ready to erupt.
When I finally make it to my knees—glancing up at him from beneath the fan of my eyelashes, fingers wrapped around his cock—Callum is almost trembling with all that tension, with thatneed, that hunger.
Goddess, it’s a power trip.
Even more so when I dart the tip of my tongue out and lap at him. When I lick the bead of moisture poised right on the tip and he growls low in his chest, head tipped back like looking at me is too much.
I kiss a trail down his shaft, suck lightly on his knot, and he groans again.
“Fuck, star.”
I bite back a triumphant smile. “Too much?”
His laugh is ragged, broken, and strained around the edges. “Yes. But don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I murmur, and open to take him deeper.
He threads his fingers into my hair, guides the stroke of my mouth on him, and true to his word from this morning, he makes no secret of how much he’s enjoying this.
My demon mate is vocal.
Vocal in the sexiest, most gratifying way. His growls and groans of pleasure fill the room, beautiful and otherworldly and all the encouragement I need to take him deeper. The broad head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I hollow my cheeks around him, lips pressed against his thick knot every time he bottoms out.
Inspired by how much he seemed to like it when I touched him before, I cup his heavy balls in one hand and use the other to squeeze his knot. Gentle at first, and then with a little more pressure when he moans his pleasure. His hips nearly lift off the mattress, his grip on me tightens, and it’s all so damned delicious I have to pull back for a moment and savor it.
Savorhim. The expression on his handsome face. The force of his breath coming fast and hard in his lungs. The dazed bliss in his eyes when I smirk up at him.
“Good?” I tease, like I don’t already know the answer.
“There’s not a word—” he pants, “—that can express—how good it is, star.”
Praise will get me every damn time, and, deciding to reward that praise with a little mercy, I dip my head back down.
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Callum
Goddess above, I may not survive it.
I may not survive my mate’s mouth on my cock, on my knot, her clever hand cupping my sac, the scent and the warmth and magick of her surrounding me, seeping into every pore and scrambling all my senses.
From the moment she fell to her knees, I’ve been embarrassingly close to the edge of my orgasm, like I’m some green, inexperienced youth and this is the first time I’m being touched by a pretty female.
Being with Seren feels like a first time. A pleasure like I’ve never experienced, the magick spurring us on, hot and insistent and undeniable now that she’s allowing herself to feel it, too.
There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, too.
My little human mate might have tried to deny the bond between us initially, but she revels in it now. The tendrils of power between us linger. They cast an ethereal glow on the room, light enough for me to see every excruciatingly erotic detail of my mate pleasuring me with her mouth.
And damn it anyways, because all that pleasure, all that magick, the heat and the scent and the sight of her have me racing toward a climax far, far before I’d like.
“Seren,” I breathe, with just enough restraint left to give her the opportunity to choose. “Star, if you keep doing that, I’m going to—”
She makes a low, amused sound in the back of her throat and takes me deeper, all the way until her lips brush the swell of my knot. To make matters even more precarious, she wraps her hand around the hard, aching swell of it and squeezes.
