With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(182)

On that thought, Callum kissed her harder and Sonia, as ever, returned the gesture, her hands moving to the waistband of his jeans, she rounded it to the inside and he lifted his h*ps so she could get to his fly.

She made short work of it, pressing into him to pull his jeans down his hips.

She broke her mouth from his. “Now,” she ordered.

Callum didn’t make her ask twice. He buried his c**k inside her heated wetness, straight to the hilt.

Her neck arched, her moan filled the room, her legs around him convulsed as her sex around his c**k tightened.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“No,” he growled.

Her neck righted and she looked at him, perplexed, her brown eyes hungry.

“No?”

“Assume the position,” he ordered, felt his lips curve even as they muttered, “wolf.”

Her eyes went hooded and he knew she understood. He pulled out, moved minutely to give her the ability to shift and she crawled out from under him. She got to her hands and knees in front of him then looked down the length of her body at him as he turned to a hip, yanked off his jeans then lifted up to position between her spread, quivering thighs.

He guided his c**k to her opening, sinking just the tip inside.

“Cal,” she breathed, pushing back but he withheld as he reached forward and wrapped a fist in her thick, lush, dark hair even as he kept his eyes to hers.

“Are you mine?” he asked and he watched her face go soft even as it grew hungrier.

“Yes,” she answered quietly. “Are you mine?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled and drove into her, yanking her head back by her hair but she’d already arched it, crying out her pleasure.

She reared into him as he drove into her, hard, deep, fast, rough, hot, f**king, f**king beautiful until he felt her sex spasming around him, her pants turned desperate and her rearing turned to bucking.

“Cal,” she breathed.

Callum pounded hard and deep, the momentum growing, his consuming orgasm nearly over him. “Give it to me, baby doll.”

She gave it to him, arching her neck again, the sounds of her cl**ax piercing the air, drowned only by his roars.

As it left him and Sonia’s left her, he gentled his strokes, his hands at her h*ps drifting over her skin, the pinpricks of her injection, he noted with some surprise, were completely gone.

Then again, wolves healed swiftly. Gaping wounds might take hours but needle pricks would take only moments.

It occurred to him then that there were a variety of people who had some explaining to do.

But he’d demand that later.

Now it would be about him and his bride.

He shoved his h*ps into hers, she knew what he wanted and came off her knees, spreading her legs wide and clutching his c**k with her sex to keep their connection. He settled his body on hers but, even if she was wolf, she was still tiny and therefore he did what he always did, resting some of his weight into his forearms on either side of her.

With his chin, he nuzzled the hair at her neck.

“Good news for you. Apparently, I’m not a blonde,” Sonia muttered, he lifted his head and saw her eyes slide to the side to look at him.

They were still brown.

They were also smiling.

She was sated.

Happy.

Happy to be wolf. Happy to be his.

Callum moved his eyes to her hair and muttered back, “I’m going to miss it.”

“Liar,” she whispered and he looked back at her.

“No,” he stated firmly, lifting one hand to pull the thick softness away from her neck, running his fingers through it as he rested it against her other shoulder. “It’s true, baby doll. It was you.”

“I could dye it,” she suggested, her lips twitching.

He stared at her, feeling her under him, her sex surrounding him, wet and silky, her scent, part Sonia, part wolf, filling his nostrils, her eyes, now green with spikes of brown in them, warm and tender and it hit him.

“We have eternity for you to try whatever color you want.”

Her mouth went soft as tears filled her eyes. Callum pulled out, rolled to his back and rolled her on top of him. She shoved her face in his neck and his arms closed tight around her.

He held her as she struggled to hold back the tears and this lasted a good while before he felt her calm.

He took one arm from around her so he could pull her hair from her face as he asked, “Do you know what happened?”

She shook her head against his neck but answered, “One second, I was sleeping really deeply, the next, I was on fire again and suddenly up and…” she paused, lifted her head, looked down at him in wonder and cried, “Boom! I was a wolf. It was crazy. I didn’t know what to do but my wolf body did and it took off. I know I caught your scent, even if it was only lingering, I followed it and I ran and ran and then I heard you howling and I ran right to you.”

He stared up at her trying to glory in the fact that first, and most importantly, his mate was not dead and second, and nearly as important, she was not ever going to die, instead of giving into the searing anger he felt permeating his joy.

“I think I destroyed my gown,” she muttered before biting her lip.

The searing anger dissipated because he burst out laughing, his arms closing around her, he rolled her to her back with him on top.

He lifted up and looked down at her face.