Born in Blood (The Sentinels #1)(38)

How did he always know exactly what to say?

“I’ve never thought of them as icing,” she teased.

“Callie, you’re sweet goodness from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.” With a swift motion he had her turned flat on her back. Before she could even catch her breath, he was poised above her, offering her a wicked grin. “Let me demonstrate.”

An exquisite shudder shook her body. Oh lord, she was more than eager for a demonstration.

In this moment, she no longer cared that there was a powerful necromancer out there potentially raising an army of the walking dead. Or that Boggs had more or less implied she was supposed to stop them.

Or even that Duncan would soon be returning to his world of norms while she was destined to remain at Valhalla.

There were times when a woman had to grab at happiness, no matter how fleeting it might prove to be.

As if sensing her capitulation, Duncan growled low in his throat, his hands skimming restlessly over her bare skin as he lowered his head to scatter tiny kisses over her face.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he muttered, his tongue outlining her lips. “Too long.”

Callie gave a welcoming groan as one roaming hand returned between her thighs to stroke through her growing dampness.

“No one’s stopping you,” she pointed out, breathless.

He crushed her lips in a searing kiss. “I want to worship you,” he husked as his finger slid into her tight flesh. “Slowly.”

Callie instinctively dug her heels into the mattress as she arched her hips upward.

“Slow is fine. But, this is ... is ...” Oh man, his finger was creating the most delicious sensations as he dipped it in and out of her. “Torture.”

His lips cruised over her cheek, then down the line of her jaw. “No, sweetheart, this is torture.” He pressed a kiss to the pulse racing at the base of her throat. “And this.” His mouth trailed down until he could latch onto the tip of her breast. “And this.” He used his tongue to lash the delicate nipple until she was panting with need.

The aggravating man. He wasn’t playing fair.

Lifting her hands, she shoved her fingers in his golden hair and wrapped her legs around his hips.

“You’re going to pay for this, cop.”

Pulling back, he regarded her with a faint smile, the flecks of gold shimmering in the hazel eyes.

“Do you promise?”

She deliberately rubbed herself against the granite-hard length of his erection.

“Oh, I promise.”

He started to lower his head, only to pause as his gaze caught sight of the tiny tattoo hidden behind her ear. His finger brushed the delicate black hieroglyph.

“What’s this?”

“A spell of protection against common diseases.”

“You can’t get sick?”

“Not by any human illness.”

His eyes narrowed as a blush stained her cheeks. “What else?”

“It keeps me from becoming pregnant until I’m ready to have children.” She shifted beneath him. “Of course I have to have sex before I need to worry about that possibility.”

His breath caught. “Callie.” Bracing himself on his elbow, he shifted until the tip of his c**k pressed against her entrance. “Are you sure?”

She tugged his hair, meeting his oddly watchful gaze. “I’m a big girl. I know what I want.”

“I just don’t want any regrets.”

“Duncan, if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to—”

Not giving her time to complete her empty threat, Duncan tilted his hips forward, sliding into her with a slow, relentless thrust.

Hissing softly, Callie clutched at Duncan’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Yes, yes, yes. It felt ... perfect.

Achingly perfect.

Already prepared for his entry, her body readily accommodated his erection. Still, there was a delicious sense of fullness, and a startling connection, that she hadn’t been expecting.

In this moment she was joined to Duncan. Joined in a way that seemed far more poignant than two bodies simply having sex.

It was ...

Her mind instantly veered from examining the powerful feelings that sizzled through her. Dammit. This wasn’t supposed to be more than a fleeting pleasure.

“Callie,” he whispered close to her ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just don’t stop,” she moaned, burying her face in the curve of his neck.

“Stop? Not even if there was a gun pointed to my head,” he muttered, pulling from her body before pushing back in with an increasing urgency. “I’ve never felt anything so good.”

Callie agreed as he was once again withdrawing and thrusting forward with a rhythm that stole her breath. Mmmm. This was what she’d wanted from the minute she’d laid eyes on Duncan O’Conner.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Callie scored her nails down his back, pleased when he hissed in pleasure. She dug her nails deeper, rewarded as his lips found hers in a wild, demanding kiss.

His hips rocked faster, his hands scooping beneath her hips to angle them upward to meet his deep, steady thrusts.

“Duncan ... hurry,” she muttered against his lips, her body clenched so tightly she felt as if she might shatter.