Obsession: A Rejected Mate Shifter Romance (The Mate Games #1)(86)

“Please,” I moaned.

Instead of sinking into me, Caleb grabbed me roughly by the waist and set me down hard on a smooth, cool surface I could only assume was a desk. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands grasping my thighs and shoving them wide.

God, I was going to ruin this dress; I was so wet.

“Caleb,” I whispered.

“Quiet, little one. Let me show you what it feels like when you allow me to worship you.”

“God, yes.”

He struck me between the legs, his fingers landing directly on my clit and sending a bolt of need zinging through me. “Blasphemer.” There was no mistaking the amusement lacing the word.

“Again.”

“Patience, Miss Fallon.”

His lips burned my inner thigh as he kissed his way under my skirt until two thick fingers sank inside my cunt, and his mouth found my throbbing clit. I gripped the edges of the desk as I tensed and fought the urge to cry out. God, the orgasm was already here. I was going to die if he didn’t let me come this time. When it was real.

The things the man could do with his tongue. Who knew an ex-priest would be so skilled?

“You know . . . you’re really good at this,” I moaned, one of my hands sinking into his hair and pressing his face closer, my hips rocking desperately against his mouth.

He gripped my thigh and pulled his head back. “Do you want to find release, or do you want to talk?”

“Fuck me, Father.”

“I would if I could. My mouth will have to suffice. Now shut yours.”

I wanted to ask why, but he was already on me, his tongue and fingers working me into a frenzy that had my entire body shaking. He curled his fingers in a beckoning motion, and then he sent me straight to the edge when he ran his fangs on either side of my clit, pressing down just hard enough I saw stars but not enough to draw blood.

I was so close I could practically see the golden edges of my orgasm coming together into a beautiful explosion. And then it all came crashing through me as he latched onto my clit and hummed. The vibration, combined with the motion of his fingers, was too much and not enough at the same time. I barely had time to bring his handkerchief to my mouth to muffle my scream of release.

Caleb pulled his fingers free, but he wasn’t quite done. He lapped at my arousal, licking me clean with his tongue and finishing with one languid lap straight up my seam. Then he pressed a final, almost chaste, kiss right on my clit before he stood and whispered, “Amen.”

My body was trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted to taste him and please him the same way he’d done for me, but when I reached for him, he stepped back. The only things visible in the darkness were his mouth and the two fingers he raised to his lips.

He sucked them clean, a low, rumbled moan coming from him. “Aye. Honey. That’s exactly what you taste like. You were right.”

What had he meant by that? Alarm shot through me as I recalled living out my solo fantasy at Iniquity. How could he know I’d said that?

Before I could ask, he left me alone in the room, shaking, desperate, and dying inside because now that he’d crossed this line, I wasn’t sure how I was going to give only Noah my heart.

How could I when it was torn into four very different pieces?





Chapter

Forty-Three





SUNDAY





My knees still felt shaky when I finally summoned up the courage to leave the little nook Caleb had pulled me into. I was sure I smelled like sex and . . . him.

“There you are.”

Noah’s voice washed over me, dredging up more confusion and my new constant companion, guilt.

“Got lost, did you?” he asked with a wry smile.

“I got . . . distracted. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t lie to him, but how was I going to admit I’d just been tongue fucked by a priest while I was supposed to meet with him in the garden?

His gaze turned assessing. “Is that so? And here I thought I was the distraction.”

“I have a few distractions in my life at this point. I’m a mess.”

“A beautiful mess,” he said, stepping close and feathering his lips over mine before growling, “My mess.”

“Yes. I’m yours. I’m complicated as fuck, and yours.”

He brushed a stray lock of my hair back into place. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I knew what I was getting myself into when I chose you, Sunday. And yet here I am. No stipulations. No conditions. Just yours.”

“Even if I might be someone else’s . . . or several other someones?”

His gaze was strong and steadfast, unwavering. “Even then.”

“Noah, I have something I need to tell you—” A heavy explosion coming from the direction of the ballroom sent me crashing into Noah’s chest, interrupting my confession. “What the hell was that?”

He looked over me, his expression wary and tense. “I’m not sure. Perhaps you should stay here while I check it out.”

“No way. You aren’t going in there without me.”

“Right,” he agreed, releasing a heavy breath. He took my hand in his, holding tightly as he led me back into the ballroom.

Smoke poured in from the windows, but students and instructors alike milled around. No one seemed to be doing anything, though the revelry had come to a halt.