With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(83)

“Stop flirting with Sonia’s shop girls, brother,” Caleb muttered jokingly and Callum watched, his eyes instantly narrowing and his body immediately alert, as Sonia’s shoulders shrugged slightly up.

It was a fleeting, sparse movement but it was there and further, her head had slanted with a nearly imperceptible jerk, moving her ear to point toward where Callum and Caleb were standing.

“Cal?” Caleb called.

“Quiet,” Callum ordered, his enjoyment of the evening eroding.

Sonia had these kind of reactions and often. Callum started noticing it the day after their first full day and night in this house. A human might not notice but Callum definitely did.

Callum and Caleb were standing across the expanse of the wide living room, well away from the dining room table. Even without the distance, there was soft Christmas music playing, numerous people in the room creating a loud buzz of conversation and Caleb had muttered his joke under his breath.

But Callum would bet his immortal life she could f**king hear it.

And now, with her ear pointed toward them, she was listening.

It wasn’t just her heightened sense of hearing, it was more.

For instance, when they played, it didn’t happen often, but she’d run her nose along the skin of his neck or the whiskers on his jaw. Once he’d even heard and felt her taking in the scent of his hair.

Female humans didn’t do that, not any that he’d met.

She-wolves, however, like wolves, did it all the time, during play or just affectionately with their mate. Your mate or partner’s scent was a massive aphrodisiac but it was another way your senses recognized a loved one. It was one of the reasons their mingled essence between her legs was so important. It was part of the claiming ritual for the male to coat the female with it, spreading their intermingled scent, a physical representation of their connection, to mark his territory after the claiming.

Further, he’d also noticed on more than one occasion Sonia tilting her head or making a face when she’d smelled something pleasant or unpleasant. Something Callum also smelled but not something any human would sense.

She had exceptional eyesight as well, something he noticed when she was sitting beside him while he was driving and she drew in a sharp, barely audible breath when a car skidded on a patch of ice in front of them. The car, however, was far ahead. A wolf could see it, but a human? Not in his experience.

And there was the way that she liked to play. She certainly responded to him when he was gentle with her but she came alive when he was rough. He’d never, not once in his experience, knew a human to get off the way Sonia did with Callum. He was careful to make certain all his partners enjoyed his play but the depth of her craving, the intensity of her participation and her cl**axes were unreal for a human, if not a wolf.

He’d put that down to their connection but now, he was questioning it.

Because she was still human.

Lastly, the way they fell asleep most nights, from the first night after the claiming.

It was common practice for wolves, especially wolf mates, to sleep while their bodies were connected. The male on top, the female on top, spooned or the way Sonia liked to be connected to Callum, with Callum over her and Sonia on her belly.

It was just the wolves’ way.

The first time he’d done it, he’d been so lost in the experience they’d shared, he hadn’t thought of it. It was natural to him as wolf but he would never have done it with a human. Not only because his other human partners were not his mate but because they wouldn’t find it comfortable and might even find it painful.

Later that night when he awoke still connected to her, his weight bearing her little body into the bed, he’d cursed himself. He’d drawn away and pulled her close. Since that first time, he always woke shortly after and, without the cursing, rolled to his back and pulled her to his side.

The next day after the first time, from their talk in the morning, and especially that night, he was surprised and delighted to find she liked it. They didn’t sleep that way every night but, if he ended their play f**king her on her hands and knees, they always did and it was always Sonia that lured Callum to her.

One night, she’d even demanded it. Hands flying back to grasp his hips, her sex convulsing tight to trap his cock, she’d slid her knees down and drew him with her between her spreading legs.

It had been the most arousing thing a female had ever done and he’d instantly had an overwhelming urge to take her again. So he did, up on his hands, his h*ps pistoning into her, her belly to the bed, her legs spread wide, her ass tipped up just enough so she could take all of him and her moans and cries muffled by the pillow.

It had been, as it always was with Sonia, f**king magnificent.

What it hadn’t been was anything near to anything he’d ever had with a female human.

And none of it made any sense.

Callum, being proudly wolf and being royal, did not spend a great deal of time with humans. He didn’t avoid them but his duties, the consistent skirmishes and simply because he preferred the company of his brethren, meant he’d spent the vast majority of his life with wolves. Even though, if he caught the scent or liked the look of a female human he wouldn’t hesitate in taking her, until Sonia, he preferred she-wolves and they made up the bulk of his bed partners.

Perhaps this was something human he just didn’t know.

And what Callum didn’t know, he didn’t like.