With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(44)

“Little one –”

Her hand stroked then it fisted around him and she pulled him to her.

“Callum,” she insisted, “I’m ready.”

“Baby doll –”

Her hand tightened, he groaned, she stroked and tugged and he groaned again.

Her mouth went to his and she demanded, “Fuck me, wolf.”

Callum needed no further coaxing.

He moved and her panties were gone in a flash, whipped down her legs. His pajamas were pulled down his own.

Then he rolled into her, she wrapped her limbs around his massive body and felt the promise of him.

“Wolf…” Sonia breathed.

His h*ps reared back, her body tensed in delicious anticipation and then he thrust inside, impaling her, seating himself to the root, filling her so full, so deep, she could swear he touched her womb.

He stopped and dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing labored.

In a tone filled with marvel, he murmured, “You took all of me.”

She did and every inch of him was wonderful.

“I’m made for you,” she whispered back and watched up close as his golden eyes glittered.

Then his mouth captured hers and he kissed her wet and hot while he f**ked her, deep, rough, fast and hard and she loved every stroke, every jolt. Her body, feeling right, feeling whole, gloried in it.

He rolled them until he was on his back, Sonia straddling him and she took over, riding him with abandon, back arched, h*ps wild.

Lost in what they were doing, lost in him, full of him.

He curled up. An arm going around her waist, taking her out of her rhythm and focusing her on the beauty that was him, his face hard with almost savage desire before she lost sight of him as he twisted his torso to the nightstand. She ground her h*ps into his and watched as he opened the drawer and pulled out a long, slim, blue, beaten-leather case. He flicked it open with his thumb and drew out a length of delicate gold chain.

He tossed the case away and his eyes came to hers.

“Sonia,” his voice was rough, “are you mine?”

Lost in the moment, immediately, she replied, “I’m yours.”

He made swift work of wrapping the gold chain around her waist and fastening it. She saw a small charm she couldn’t make out dangling from it as it settled above her hips.

His hands spanned those h*ps and his mouth went to hers.

But his eyes were open and the gold was so intense, it seemed to be glowing and alive.

Then he said something that settled in her brain, her heart and sliced a heated path down to their connected bodies.

“Baby doll, you’re about to be claimed.”

Before she could utter a noise, he moved her. Pulling her off him, he tossed her to the side on her belly. He shifted to his knees between her legs and violently yanked up her h*ps so she was on her knees but her head and torso were still in the bed.

His big hands wrapped around her hips, he impaled her on his shaft, again and again. It was wild, beautiful. Her head snapped back, her hair flying over her shoulders as she came up on her hands and reared her h*ps back with greedy need into his thrusting ones.

He leaned over her and fisted his fingers in her hair, muttering huskily, “That’s it.”

He was right. That was it. In fact, it was everything. The whole world.

She felt it coming.

And it was so huge, she feared it.

So she fought it.

“Callum –” she whispered, sudden panic in her voice.

He pulled her upright using her hair but he released it and his arms went around her, one hand slid to her breast and the one slid between her legs as he continued to plunge in and out of her.

“Give into it,” he coaxed in her ear, his breathing heavy.

She continued fighting it. It was too big, huge. It would destroy her.

But it was creeping in, invading, taking over. She wasn’t going to be able to hold it back.

“I can’t,” she breathed.

“Submit.” It was a command now. He meant to be obeyed. Every movement he made demanded it.

“Callum,” she whispered, frantically fighting, and losing. “It’s coming.”

Then it came.

Her head reared back and her body bucked as it overwhelmed her, driving through her as he drove inside her, shattering her.

He twisted her head so his mouth was on hers, taking more, draining her.

In his arms, impaled on his shaft, with his mouth on hers, everything that was him claiming everything that was her, Sonia cried out sharply against his mouth. The noise pierced the air as she shuddered uncontrollably through the longest, hardest, most luxuriously consuming cl**ax she’d ever had in her life.

At the same time Callum’s arms circled her, possessing, protecting. One at her belly, one at her chest, he pressed her down as he drove up into her one last time and the guttural roar of his orgasm mingled with her piercing cry.

After, his breath thick in her ear, her own coming in slowing pants, he didn’t move. Callum held her connected to him like he never wanted to let her go.

Then his hand drifted down, his fingers trailing the gold chain at her hips, he tweaked the charm that hung there, while doing so flicking his fingers against the sensitive skin at her hipbone.

Then his h*ps moved, pulling out briefly and surging back in one last time, a movement that cut through her delightfully, making her moan.