With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(55)

He felt her nails ripping through his shirt, piercing his skin. He tore his mouth away from hers at the pain and she took advantage. Rolling him slightly away from her, she slid out from under him and nearly got to her feet when he tagged her at the waist and tossed her back to the bed.

She grunted with frustrated rage and renewed her attack and Callum found, to his utter delight, she was a vicious and cunning little fighter who’d not only rival, but best any she-wolf of his experience.

So as not to harm her using his full strength with which he could break her in two, he wasn’t able to subdue her. Their rough play continued and he enjoyed every f**king second of it.

Their breathing escalated and he noticed her struggles diminish. Her pushing had turned to touching. She’d started biting him and, in doing so, used her tongue liberally. And he could feel her gliding her nose along his neck, taking in the scent of him, an odd thing for a human to do but it aroused him greatly.

She didn’t even notice when she stopped fighting him and started struggling to get his clothes off his body.

But Callum noticed.

He decided in that instant to allow her defiance. Hell, he’d even incite it if this was to be his reward.

They were na**d and she was as she was that morning, all over him with her hands, mouth and tongue, touching, tasting, licking, rubbing herself against him as if she couldn’t get enough fast enough. Callum couldn’t believe his good fortune that destiny chose a greedy little human in heat to be his queen.

She was f**king perfect.

But it was time he had his fill.

He rolled her to her back and used his hands, mouth and tongue on her, all over her and she was greedy for that too. Arching against him, her hands coaxing and demanding, her nails scraping or diving into his hair to hold him to her.

When Callum’s mouth was at her belly, Sonia spread her legs and Callum accepted her sweet invitation. He settled between them, ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, cocking them and then throwing her calves over his shoulders.

Finally, she was right there.

The scent of her was unbelievable. He’d wanted to taste her since he’d smelled it that first night when he’d rescued her from her kidnappers.

He lowered his mouth to her and she was just as sweet as her scent promised.

The minute his mouth touched her, she went completely still a moment before he heard the low, sexy whimper escape the back of her throat. Then she jerked her h*ps up, clearly always greedy his Sonia, demanding more.

He smiled against her and gave it to her.

As he worked her with his mouth, her movements became more agitated and her whimpers came faster through her panting until he pulled away.

When he did, she cried desperately, “No!”

He moved over her and rolled them so he was on his back.

“You stopped,” she accused, squirming on top of him.

He grinned at her and lifted his head to bury his face in her neck.

He ran his tongue up its length to her ear and his body absorbed her shiver before he said there, “I’m not done eating you, baby doll. But you took all of me this morning. I’m curious to know what you can do with your mouth.”

He heard her breath catch as her face twisted to his and he saw, to his delight, she liked that idea.

“Do you know what I want?” he asked, she nodded and he murmured, “Then give it to me.”

She didn’t hesitate a moment. She moved, positioning herself over his head and his hands slid up her outer thighs, his fingers curling into her h*ps as she bent her body down the length of his.

The minute she wrapped her fingers around him, he lapped at her. When her tongue touched the tip of his hard cock, he pulled her h*ps down and gave her more. She learned swiftly that the more she pleased him, the more she was rewarded.

And she pleased him a good deal.

She was rocking her h*ps against his mouth, her fist around the base of his cock, her movements nearly frenzied, her moans vibrating against his shaft as her sweet, little mouth took him deep and he knew she was ready.

He slid away from her and turned on her. He had her ass in his hands and her back to the headboard before she had the chance to wrap her arms and legs around him.

When she did, he pressed the tip of his c**k to her wet, tight entrance but stopped.

Her head tipped back and her lips parted in anticipation.

But he didn’t give it to her, as much as he wanted it himself.

They’d played, he’d won and now he wanted the spoils of victory.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

Her eyes opened halfway but she didn’t answer.

He placed his lips on hers. “Baby doll,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to f**k me,” she whispered, pressing her h*ps into his and he pulled back.

Her mouth formed a disappointed “O” and her eyes closed.

He grinned against her lips.

Yes, she was absolutely, f**king perfect.

But he wasn’t quite done.

“Call me wolf,” he ordered and her eyes opened again, this time not halfway.

“Callum –”

He circled his h*ps and she bit her bottom lip before she strained to find him.

“Call me wolf,” he repeated gruffly, the feel of her, wet and open, waiting for him, was driving him mad.

“Callum –”

“Do it, little one.”