And he can’t take his eyes off me.
Crimson burning, he watches me watch him, watches my breathing get fast and shallow and a flush break out all over my body. It makes his own breathing speed up, makes him urgent and a little clumsy as he deals with the rest of his clothes and climbs back into bed.
Callum drops to his knees between my spread thighs, cock in one hand, the other braced on the mattress beside my head.
He strokes himself once, twice, and a strangled sound escapes his throat.
He’s there, right there. A tilt of his hips, a shift of our bodies, and he’d be inside me.
But he hesitates.
“We… don’t have to,” he chokes out, strokes again, squeezes his eyes shut like it’s too much to look at me. “Fuck, Seren. We don’t have to. You don’t owe me—”
“Stop.”
Goddess, this demon and his self-flagellation.
I’m in no mood for more pointless pleading, no mood to make him understand things he needs to understand for himself.
But I am in the mood for something else.
Callum is still wary, like he’s not sure if I’m about to kick him out of this bed entirely.
I push gently against his shoulders, and he obeys the silent command. There’s a question in his eyes as he sits back, still breathing hard as he gazes down at me.
“Sit there,” I order in a raspy whisper, pointing to the head of the bed.
Again, he complies, settling back against the headboard and watching me with a half-hooded gaze, waiting to see what I do next.
“Is that alright with your wings?”
He shifts slightly, gets comfortable, and nods.
“Good.”
His eyes never leave mine as I crawl forward, as I move myself on top of him, straddle his lap, take his thick cock in my hand and bring it to my core.
“I’m going to take your knot,” I murmur against his lips as I lower myself onto the first inch of him, the second.
Callum groans into my mouth, sounding almost pained, and I feel the argument rising in his chest.
“I’m going totryto take your knot,” I amend before he can make it. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop. I promise. But I… I want this.”
I want you. I wantus. I want you to realize all the reasons you think you have to be so sacrificing and noble don’t mean shit to me.
But if I can’t have any of that, tonight I want us to be together. Really be together.
There are so many things I want to say. So many things I can’t say.
But none of them really matter. Or, maybe more accurately, all of them matter, but none of them would make a difference. None of them would change my stubborn, handsome mate’s mind, so I hold them back.
I take another inch, and Callum grips my hips to slow me down.
“Witch,” he growls, and I love it.
I love it when he calls me witch, like I’m the one who bespells him, ensnares him, like he can’t quite find that stubborn control he likes so much when he’s near me.
“Not so fast,” he mutters. “If you want my knot, you’ll slow down.”
