With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(78)
She’d bought her white-picket fence farmhouse knowing she’d be the only one living in it and shrouding her disappointment that she was fated to live her life alone.
But now, she thought sleepily, having dreamed of Callum so long (an indication of her destiny before she even knew it was her destiny), she realized she did have fantasies of what her life would be like. They were as unobtainable as her dream Callum was (she thought then and she still did). But the feelings she had with Callum in those dreams, that was what she would have wanted to nurture in her real life, if it had been possible.
Not this.
Never this.
She took in a breath and let it out in one long, sad sigh, closed her eyes, clutched her wolf close and fell asleep.
* * * * *
She awoke with Callum’s mouth between her legs over her panties, the urge already upon her, overwhelming her, wresting away her control.
She fought it with her mind but, even as she did, her h*ps pressed up to meet his mouth as she emitted a low whimper and the throb between her legs started to devour her.
Callum’s mouth lifted away but his finger replaced it, drifting light as a feather against the fabric of her panties, causing a sensual torment.
“I thought I told you to go to bed naked,” Callum’s deep voice vibrated between her legs and she whimpered again. Her hands going to his hair to press him back. Her h*ps pushing against the light touch of his finger. Her ni**les, already hard, straining against the fabric of her nightgown causing such pleasure, it was torture.
“You defy me?” he asked, still denying her his mouth.
“Callum,” she whispered.
“Answer me,” he commanded and she pressed up again, seeking his mouth, keeping her silence, the Sonia she knew trying to beat back the Sonia that he created.
And failing.
He shifted her underwear aside and two fingers penetrated her, not gently, brutally, and she moaned at the beauty of it, needing it, wanting it, having throbbed for it all day.
“Answer me, Sonia,” he demanded.
“I…” she whimpered and for a brief moment the Sonia she’d been her whole life surfaced, breaking through the urge. “You can’t tell me what to wear.”
His fingers slid out then they thrust back in and she moaned, the urge rushed back, stronger than before and she lifted her h*ps to meet them.
“My queen likes to play rough,” he growled, sounding pleased.
“No, I –” she began but his fingers pulled out and hooked at the gusset of her panties. With a vicious wrench, the fabric tore in several places and the panties were gone.
She gasped but his big hands slid along her inner thighs, gripping her behind her knees, lifting them to fully bent and spreading her legs wide, boldly exposing her.
Sonia felt vulnerable for a moment before his mouth came down on her and all feelings evaporated except the exquisite pulse accelerating between her legs.
He wasn’t gentle with his mouth either. He was hungry, insatiable, feeding on her with his lips, his tongue, even his teeth, causing Sonia to lose any hold she had left on her true self as her body forced her to give into the urge.
She was panting, rocking her h*ps against his mouth, spreading her legs ever wider to give him access. Greedy for him, for what he could make her feel, reaching out and embracing the creature he could make her be. The creature, something buried inside her told her, she was meant to be.
She slid close to the edge, no longer scared of the enormity of it, ready to let it take her, needing for it to consume her so she could exist in her skin the way she was intended to. The way she only did in these times with Callum. She cried out and, the instant she did, his mouth disappeared and she was yanked from the edge.
“Callum!” she exclaimed her protest but he wasn’t leaving her.
He was over her, his weight settling into her and she gloried in it. Feeling the promise of him a scant second before he reared his h*ps back and impaled her, f**king her like she loved it, slamming into her violently, filling her full, again and again and again.
His mouth captured hers and he gave her a devouring kiss, his tongue invading as his shaft drove mercilessly into her.
She wrapped her limbs around him and lifted her h*ps to meet his. Welcoming him. Taking him all the way in and loving the feel of him filling her full so much, she moaned recklessly against his tongue.
He pulled out and flipped her to her belly, yanking her up to her knees.
“Yes,” she gasped.
This was it. This was right. This was who she was. This was who they were, Sonia and Callum.
Perfect.
Positioning himself between her legs, Callum leaned forward and gripped her hair, using it to yank her up to her hands.
She felt it then, the sensation that this was exactly Sonia. The Sonia she was supposed to be, in front of Callum on her hands and knees.
She held her breath and felt her thighs quiver in sweet anticipation, arching her back, tilting her behind, offering her sex to him brazenly.
He accepted her invitation and seated himself to the root as he yanked her hair back, arching her neck. But he needn’t have done it for she threw her head back at the splendor of him.
Then he did it again.
And again.
And again.
She reared into his hips, greeting every plunge, feeling finally whole, finally right when she took him all.
The tension built and built until her blood was boiling. Until she felt she was going to come out of her skin. Until she cried out to her wolf and exploded in sheer bliss. Through her cl**ax she felt him impale her one last time and heard, as if from far away, the depth of his answering groan.