With Everything I Am (17 page)

“Callum –”

“So, tell me, baby doll, what do we do in your dreams?”
 

It was then she realized that, yes, she was seriously,
deeply
, in trouble.

“Callum –”

“Do we do this?” he asked, his lips leaving hers to slide across her cheek to her ear, down her jaw. She felt the shiver slither lazily along her skin as his lips came back to hers and brushed them softly.

“I think –” she started, her lips moving under his.

He cut her off again. “And do we do this?”

He came off his forearms and his big, warm hands glided down her sides and in, over the small of her back and then down over her bottom as he gave her more of his weight, something which her body adored and therefore it automatically melted under his.

Oh my lord
, she thought and bit her lip

Then she tried again. “Callum, can I –?”

“And do we do this?” he repeated before his head slanted and his lips took hers in a sweet, light kiss.

She tried to move her head away but since it was resting on a pillow she had no room to move.

His mouth broke from hers briefly to mutter, “And this.”

“Cal –”

Tactical error. Opening her mouth was a very bad idea. For this time he didn’t give her a sweet, light kiss.

This time, his tongue invaded her mouth and he gave her a deep, searing kiss.

Regardless of what her body was coaxing her to do, Sonia managed to resist but without room for her head to move, her hands went to his shoulders and pushed.

Callum, on the other hand, managed to insist. He ignored her hands and gave her more of his weight, cupping her bottom and pulling her hips deeper to his.

She felt his hardness against her and the urge instantly came over her.

Primal, animal, an urge she felt sometimes in her dreams. An urge that she had often felt budding with other lovers and they liked it which meant they were always difficult to get rid of.

This one, though, didn’t bud, causing her to behave slightly shameless.

It bloomed, causing her to behave highly wanton.

It was so strong, even though she tried to fight it, even though she vaguely feared it, with Callum covering her, his hardness pressed against her, his talented tongue invading her mouth, she was no match.

With a whimper, she capitulated. Her hands stopped pushing at his shoulders and her arms curled around his neck, pulling him even closer.

Then her tongue tangled with his.

His head slanted further, he growled into her mouth and she felt it blister a path straight between her legs.

Her control annihilated and she gave into the urge.

She fully opened her legs in invitation and his hips fell through. She kissed him back as her hips lifted, pressing insistently against his hardness.

In return, he ground his hips against hers and another, sharper, whimper escaped her throat as her nails grazed down his back.

His mouth tore from hers but it didn’t leave her skin. It went down, over her jaw, down her neck, as his hand came up, sliding along her nightgown, up her side, her ribcage, covering her breast.

Sonia arched into it, searching, demanding.

His thumb slid over her nipple and her neck bowed, the whimper turning to a deep, hungry moan.

Callum came back, buried his face in her neck, his husky voice sounding at the skin below her ear.

“You like that?” he asked, his thumb repeating the gesture and Sonia repeated the moan. “You like it,” he muttered and his thumb was joined with a finger, giving her nipple a rough, glorious squeeze.

“Callum,” she breathed, fire racing from nipple to between her legs, her head twisting round, her mouth searching for his.

He didn’t disappoint. He gave her his mouth.

She gave him her kiss.

Planting a foot in the bed, she rolled him (and he let her) settling her body on his big one, she embarked on a frenzied discovery. The taste of his whiskered jaw, his neck, the feel of his chest under her hands. She couldn’t get enough in fast enough to suit and the more she had, the hungrier she became.

He allowed this then his hand twisted in her hair with a rough demanding pull that caused a delicious pain. He forced her mouth to his and gave her
his
kiss. Deeper, wetter, longer and Sonia couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her most sensitive part the length of his rigid shaft.

“Jesus, baby doll,” he groaned against her mouth, his hands coming to her hips, grasping her nightgown. She lifted up, wanting it to be gone, needing to feel his chest against her bared breasts.

He didn’t hesitate. He yanked it off and tossed it away. His heated, tawny eyes fell to her body straddling his, his hands drifting across her ribcage and up but she dropped her chest and pressed it to his. His rough hair teased her nipples and it felt so great, her hips reflexively ground into his.

His hands found her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, fingers joining for a heady roll. Then he pushed her back and up, one hand tormenting her nipple, the other cupping her breast and maneuvering her to his mouth where his lips closed over her nipple and pulled.

His mouth on her felt so good, her back arched to demand more but her head dropped down to watch him suckling as her arm flew out to the headboard to hold on.

Her body shuddered at the beauty of the sight and the sensations.

He switched breasts and she made a harsh noise as she ground deeper into his body. His hand left her breast and plunged into her panties, finding her and it was so fantastic, she bucked against his fingers.

The minute she did, she was flying through the air, landing on her back, Callum pressed to her. His hand went back in her panties, his fingers twitching, vibrating at the exact, perfect spot.

God, she’d never felt anything like that.

And it felt
good
.

Her arms circled him, her nails grazed his back, her hips undulated against his fingers, all the while her eyes were locked to his.

Her hand moved around, across his belly, down into his pajamas and she found him.

And he was huge, thick, long and beautiful.

She had to have him.

Now.

“Wolf,” she breathed her demand. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes flashed and he slid a finger inside.

She gasped and ground down on his hand.

“In heat,” he murmured, his voice guttural and supremely satisfied.

“Wolf…” A sliver of pleading pierced her tone as his words in her dream were uttered in real life.

His finger slid out of her but only to flick insistently against her sweet spot.

“You need to be ready for me.”

She knew she did. She’d felt him. He was not your average man in
any
sense.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

“Little one –”

Her hand stroked then it fisted around him and she pulled him to her.

“Callum,” she insisted, “I’m ready.”

“Baby doll –”

Her hand tightened, he groaned, she stroked and tugged and he groaned again.

Her mouth went to his and she demanded, “Fuck me, wolf.”

Callum needed no further coaxing.

He moved and her panties were gone in a flash, whipped down her legs. His pajamas were pulled down his own.

Then he rolled into her, she wrapped her limbs around his massive body and felt the promise of him.

“Wolf…” Sonia breathed.

His hips reared back, her body tensed in delicious anticipation and then he thrust inside, impaling her, seating himself to the root, filling her so full, so deep, she could swear he touched her womb.

He stopped and dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing labored.

In a tone filled with marvel, he murmured, “You took all of me.”

She did and every inch of him was wonderful.

“I’m made for you,” she whispered back and watched up close as his golden eyes glittered.

Then his mouth captured hers and he kissed her wet and hot while he fucked her, deep, rough, fast and hard and she loved every stroke, every jolt. Her body, feeling right, feeling whole, gloried in it.

He rolled them until he was on his back, Sonia straddling him and she took over, riding him with abandon, back arched, hips wild.

Lost in what they were doing, lost in him, full of him.

He curled up. An arm going around her waist, taking her out of her rhythm and focusing her on the beauty that was him, his face hard with almost savage desire before she lost sight of him as he twisted his torso to the nightstand. She ground her hips into his and watched as he opened the drawer and pulled out a long, slim, blue, beaten-leather case. He flicked it open with his thumb and drew out a length of delicate gold chain.

He tossed the case away and his eyes came to hers.

“Sonia,” his voice was rough, “are you mine?”

Lost in the moment, immediately, she replied, “I’m yours.”

He made swift work of wrapping the gold chain around her waist and fastening it. She saw a small charm she couldn’t make out dangling from it as it settled above her hips.

His hands spanned those hips and his mouth went to hers.

But his eyes were open and the gold was so intense, it seemed to be glowing and alive.

Then he said something that settled in her brain, her heart and sliced a heated path down to their connected bodies.

“Baby doll, you’re about to be claimed.”

Before she could utter a noise, he moved her. Pulling her off him, he tossed her to the side on her belly. He shifted to his knees between her legs and violently yanked up her hips so she was on her knees but her head and torso were still in the bed.

His big hands wrapped around her hips, he impaled her on his shaft, again and again. It was wild, beautiful. Her head snapped back, her hair flying over her shoulders as she came up on her hands and reared her hips back with greedy need into his thrusting ones.

He leaned over her and fisted his fingers in her hair, muttering huskily, “That’s it.”

He was right. That was
it
. In fact,
it
was everything. The whole world.

She felt it coming.

And it was so huge, she feared it.

So she fought it.

“Callum –” she whispered, sudden panic in her voice.

He pulled her upright using her hair but he released it and his arms went around her, one hand slid to her breast and the one slid between her legs as he continued to plunge in and out of her.

“Give into it,” he coaxed in her ear, his breathing heavy.

She continued fighting it. It was too big, huge. It would destroy her.

But it was creeping in, invading, taking over. She wasn’t going to be able to hold it back.

“I can’t,” she breathed.

“Submit.” It was a command now. He meant to be obeyed. Every movement he made demanded it.

“Callum,” she whispered, frantically fighting, and losing. “It’s coming.”

Then it came.

Her head reared back and her body bucked as it overwhelmed her, driving through her as he drove inside her, shattering her.

He twisted her head so his mouth was on hers, taking more, draining her.

In his arms, impaled on his shaft, with his mouth on hers, everything that was him claiming everything that was her, Sonia cried out sharply against his mouth. The noise pierced the air as she shuddered uncontrollably through the longest, hardest, most luxuriously consuming climax she’d ever had in her life.

At the same time Callum’s arms circled her, possessing, protecting. One at her belly, one at her chest, he pressed her down as he drove up into her one last time and the guttural roar of his orgasm mingled with her piercing cry.

After, his breath thick in her ear, her own coming in slowing pants, he didn’t move. Callum held her connected to him like he never wanted to let her go.

Then his hand drifted down, his fingers trailing the gold chain at her hips, he tweaked the charm that hung there, while doing so flicking his fingers against the sensitive skin at her hipbone.

Then his hips moved, pulling out briefly and surging back in one last time, a movement that cut through her delightfully, making her moan.

Finally, he announced, his voice husky but firm in her ear, “You’re claimed.”
 

She felt claimed, completely claimed, so claimed she felt
owned
.

Sonia shivered in his arms.

Those arms grew tight and he buried his face in her neck.

Before Sonia could catch a thought, he lifted her off him and set her gently on her knees in the bed but kept her held close.

Then he did something unusual. Something strange and poignant and beautiful. Something that messed with her mind and tore at her heart.

His arm around her waist moved, his hand drifting around, back, and down to cup her between her legs from behind.

Then he rubbed his palm against her.

Her hips bucked and she whimpered.

Then he sniffed.

She froze.

“God, baby doll,” he groaned in her ear. “I wish you could smell us,” he went on, his hand gliding reverently through their combined wetness seeping between her legs. “Perfect,” he kept going. “Magnificent.”

She
could
smell them.

And he was absolutely right.

He dipped low, his hand sliding up to her belly then down, over the inside of one thigh then the other, coating her.

She trembled against him.

This must be something else his people did.

It was shocking, it was intense but it was also sexy and oddly sweet.

His hand left her and his arm wrapped around her again as his mouth went back to her ear.

“That’s us I bathed you with, little one.
Us
,” he growled, the intensity of his tone proving the moment was profound. “And we’re… fucking…
beautiful
.”

“Callum –” she started but didn’t finish.

He fell to the bed, taking her with him and arranging her body full on top of his.

He slid his fingers into her hair and tucked her face in his neck. Leaving his hand in her hair, his other hand cupped her behind.

“You weren’t blonde, honey, after that, I’d think you were one of my own,” he commented, his voice clearly content.