With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(128)

Callum didn’t want anything to mar the perfection of what he had with Sonia.

And he didn’t want her to think he’d betrayed her, not for an instant but especially not for the short time that represented her eternity.

He didn’t want this so much he actually thought that unpleasant feeling was that he feared it and fear was not something that he’d experienced before.

Further, he didn’t f**king like how it felt.

“Mara told me you’re known as ‘The Wolf’,” she repeated quietly, watching him closely.

“Honey –” he started.

She interrupted with, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I –” he began again but she lifted her mouth and pressed it to his at the same time she tilted her h*ps and he slid in deeper. Both felt so good, his word ended in a growl.

“I like wolves,” she whispered against his mouth and her hand put pressure in his hair. Her head tilted slightly to invite his kiss and her eyes turned hungry before she finished, “I like them a lot.”

Her enticement was nearly too much.

But the time had come. He had to tell her.

So, he said, “Baby doll –”

But she cut him off again, cut him off with the words that always shattered his control at the same time her sex clenched around his shaft, making her invitation a demand he couldn’t ignore.

“Fuck me, wolf.”

With another growl, Callum did as she asked, in three different positions, as hard and rough as both of them liked it.

It was so hard and rough and exhausting, by the time he forced her off her knees to her belly and settled between her widespread legs, his forearms tucked into her sides and his lips at her ear to whisper his secret, Sonia was fast asleep.

* * * * *

Two days later, Callum had still not found the appropriate time to explain things to Sonia.

The first day it was Sonia again who took his mind off his determination to share his secret.

After breakfast, as usual she wandered into his study. However this time she did it with a funny look on her face that Callum couldn’t quite read.

After their extensive play the night before, he’d left her arms that morning without waking her and started his day.

This was unusual. Since coming to the castle and giving her time to acclimatize, he’d usually wait for her to wake and he’d either take care of her or the both of them before he started his day.

However, he remembered her complaints of aching when he’d taken her “vigorously” when he brought her home and, as the night before had been nearly as vigorous, he’d decided she needed her rest.

It was also unusual when she walked to him and he turned his seat toward her to offer his lap that she didn’t immediately sit.

Instead she stopped, tilted her head to the side and stared at him, seemingly mesmerized.

“What is it?” he asked but her body gave a soft jerk at his words as if he’d woken her from a daydream.

She bit her lip, looking indecisive then she sank to her knees before him.

It was Callum’s turn to stare.

She put her hands to his knees and then she put pressure there to pull them apart.

Then, Callum watched, his c**k responding instantly, as her pretty head dropped and she nuzzled his crotch with her face.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed and she lifted up, pressed her front to his groin and placed her hands on his chest.

“You didn’t play with me this morning,” she accused quietly, her expression no longer unreadable but greedy.

Always in heat, his Sonia.

Clearly, the night before hadn’t been that vigorous.

Callum marked that knowledge in his mind and his fingers slid into her hair at the side to cup her head.

“No,” was all he had the capacity to say.

Her hand dropped to his crotch to palm it softly and she whispered, “Can I play with you?”

“Fuck yes,” he gritted through his teeth and she smiled.

Then she dropped her head and he watched as she pulled his sweater up, exposing his stomach, and put her mouth there, then it slid down while she undid his pants and freed him.

Without leading into it, she gripped his rock-hard shaft with her hand and took him in her mouth, stroking and sucking simultaneously. Often, she’d lick while she stroked, her eyes would rise to catch his as she did so and each time hers were hungrier, like she couldn’t get enough of him.

For his part, Callum didn’t take his eyes away from her for a second.

And what he saw was f**king beautiful.

It wasn’t much later when he’d had enough and roughly maneuvered her body so it was bent over his desk, pulled her jeans and underwear down her thighs, that he found she was so aroused by sucking him off that the minute he buried himself in her abundantly wet silkiness, she slammed back to receive him and cried out her instant release.

Callum didn’t long follow.

Allowing them both time to recover, Callum eventually righted their clothes. But it was Sonia that curled herself fully in his lap, pulling her legs up and bent to rest them against his front, her forehead tucked in his neck, her arm around him.

“Is that what you wanted me to do to you in your chair?” she asked softly.

It was.

But it was also far better because she did it of her own accord rather than because he told her to.