With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(138)

“You’ve got to be joking,” Callum growled at the very idea of a vampire feeding from his queen.

First, she was his f**king queen.

Second, she was his and no male would touch her for any reason.

Third, she was Sonia, not a meal.

And last, humans reportedly found the feeding of vampires a sensual experience. A highly sensual experience. A sensual experience his sexually responsive mate was not going to have.

Ever.

“We can ask a female vampire,” Lucien proposed, reading Callum’s thoughts or perhaps understanding them for they’d be his own.

“It takes years of constant feeding for vampire saliva to work its magic,” Callum noted dismissively. “And you suggested we don’t f**king have that.”

“She’ll survive until the war begins, Callum,” Lucien returned. “We have time.”

“Not enough,” Callum bit out.

Not enough.

There had never been enough but now, evidently, there was even f**king less.

His senses sought her in his castle. Opening up and reaching out, he found her somewhere on the second floor. Her discourse indistinct but there was laughter in her tone and it cut through him like a blade.

“Callum,” Lucien murmured.

“You’ll excuse me,” Callum returned and didn’t wait for a response. He was already exiting the room.

“This is troubling news but we’ll fight it, Callum,” Lucien called after him and made his vow official. “I vow it.”

This didn’t make Callum feel better.

“Tell Sonia I had something to attend to,” he ordered. “I’ll be gone awhile and I don’t want her worried.”

Again, he didn’t wait for a response.

His skin was prickling and his blood was heating and he was finding it difficult to fight the urge to howl.

He walked out of the room into the entryway, down the hall to the backdoor. Tucking his wedding band into his pocket, at the backdoor he leapt to wolf and ran through the snow and into the wood, the only way he could soothe his ravaged thoughts.

Then he ran as wolf for hours in a failed effort to assuage the fear that had settled like a weight in his gut and the ache that tore at his heart.

When that didn’t work and night had fallen, he sat in the snow at the rise at the side of his castle, his eyes on the light that came from the windows of the room he shared with his mate and he howled his inconsolable fury at the moon.

Chapter Eighteen

Dreams

Callum walked as wolf into the room he shared with Sonia.

The fire was ebbing but it still danced light throughout the room.

Her eyes fluttered then opened, she spied him and whispered, “Hello Puppy.”

He sat by the bed watching her.

She grinned at him.

He continued watching her.

“Is my handsome wolf coming tonight?” she asked.

Callum growled, knowing he would be coming and she would be coming too, as hard as he could force her to do so.

Sonia blinked, slowly, dreamily knowing herself that his thoughts would come true.

Her eyes drifted closed but her hand fell out as if reaching toward him.

He moved forward, slid his muzzle along her fingers and in her sleep she smoothed her hand against him lovingly.

Tired of this type of affection and wanting a different kind, Callum turned from her and leapt to man.

As he approached the bed, her eyes fluttered open and focused on him.

Without a word, he slid the covers from her beautiful, na**d body and without hesitation, he covered that body with his own.

He pulled the hides back over them.

“Hi,” she breathed.

Callum stared at her.

God, he loved her.

And he loved the fact that she loved him too.

And he loved the fact that she could express the enormity of that love in one, two letter word.

Therefore, he smiled.

Her arm wrapped around him as her other hand went up to touch his face. Her fingertips in his hair, her thumb glided along his brow then down over this cheekbone then down again along his bottom lip.

She watched her thumb and she did this as if fascinated.

Callum waited as she did this, also loving the feel of her memorizing his features like she did every time he came to her after he roamed.

However, he thought, as she did it, he should be memorizing hers for she would be gone from this earth long before he would.

She lifted her head from the pillow and placed her mouth against his, taking him from his thoughts. “Where have you been, my handsome wolf?”

Instead of answering, he glided his tongue along her lower lip.

Sonia shivered and opened her legs so his h*ps could fall through.

An invitation.

As ever, his greedy, little queen wanted his cock.

Then she wrapped him lovingly, protectively, in her limbs. As ever, her movements were an eloquent indication of her adoration of more than his cock, of all that was him.

At the reminder of this, Callum growled against her mouth.

She shivered again underneath him.

Then, his deep voice rough with approval, he said, “Always in heat, my little one.”

“Only for you,” she whispered, her breath catching, her heart racing, her skin warming, all without anything but his presence.

“What do you want?” he asked low, his h*ps pressing into hers, knowing, when he buried himself inside her, she’d be wet, slick, ready for him.