soft strokes, careful to keep the rougher portion of his tongue well away from it. With only the tip he
stroked around her clit, feeling her shudder, her stomach contract. He sucked it into his mouth then,
applying just enough pressure to have her grinding her hips against him, her needy moans filling the
shower stall as he teased her.
“Callan, please.” She bucked against his mouth as he pressed her against the wall, then lifted her thigh to
his shoulder.
She screamed out as his tongue speared into her. Deep, hard, spreading the muscles of her vagina as he
sought the addicting taste of her desire. The fingers of one hand continued the teasing strokes against her
clit as he ignored her demand for instant gratification. He didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to savor the
taste and the touch of her.
He licked at her gently then, moaning as her juices coated his tongue and his lips. So ready for him. She
wept for him, pleaded with him, her muscles clenching on his invading tongue as she reached for the
release she would only ever attain with him.
“Mine,” he groaned against the folds of flesh, licking in swifter, firmer strokes.
“Mine,” she cried out, her hands clenching in his hair, her voice wild with her need to climax. “Always
mine.”
And he was. Hers. She was his. He came to his feet, lifting her to him, pushing between her thighs, his
cock plunging inside her in one quick stroke that took him to the hilt. Callan gritted his teeth at the fiery
pleasure that washed over his body. She was tight, gripping him in a silken fist so damned hot it took his
breath.
A wail of pleasure sounded from her lips. She tightened, rocked against him. He pulled back and thrust
hard again. She climaxed instantly, her release raining over his erection, destroying his self-control. He
held her close in his arms, his hips powering into her then as he fought to get deeper, closer. God help
him, she was all that mattered to him now. Being inside her, heart, soul, body. This was all he dreamed of
and more than he had ever believed possible.
Stroking desperately inside her, he heard her building moans of renewed need, felt the emergence of the
barb and knew ecstasy was only seconds away. He held her tighter, thrust harder, faster. Merinus
tightened in his arms once again and as his cock lodged deep, his seed spurted into her, he heard her
scream and felt her climax rush over her for the second time. And in her arms, for those few endless
seconds, he found peace.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
They stayed buried in the house for two days while Callan paced the floors and checked the hidden
email account he had. Everyone had checked in. They were secure but two of the messages had his
instincts raring in self-defense. The first from Dayan, swearing Kane and the Tyler men were seen
meeting with the soldiers, coordinating a search for Callan that covered every inch of the mountains. The
other from Sherra, informing him that she and a relative were desperately searching for them to relay
information. He cursed violently when that email came through. He told her to stay put, to put off the
meeting with Kane Tyler. Why had she taken this into her own hands? And who was lying? Sherra or
Dayan? For the first time since their births Callan began to question the loyalty of the Pride.
“Is everything okay?” Merinus stood between the kitchen and the living room, watching him in concern.
Her hair was tangled around her face, drowsiness still flushed her skin. He had left her sleeping in the
bed hours before after another bout of sex that damned near left him drained.
She was dressed in one of his T-shirts. The hem of the blue cotton covered her thighs and hung on her
slender shoulders. The intimacy of her wearing his clothing left a gut punch of desire that he couldn’t
deny. Possession, raw and hot flared in him. His woman.
“Everything’s fine,” he assured her quietly, unwilling to worry her further.
He saw the concern in her eyes though, and knew he hadn’t fooled her. Their lives were hanging by a
thread now, the dangers inherent in the situation terrified him. Merinus had no scope of the evil that
inhabited the Council and he prayed she never learned.
“We need to contact Kane, Callan,” she broached the one subject he wasn’t willing to discuss yet.
“He’s going to be worried out of his mind. That’s not a good thing, either.”
He could see her absolute belief in her brother reflected in her expression. She thought of her family
before she thought of herself. She trusted them when she could trust no one else, especially that damned
soldier brother of hers.
“I have to be certain he didn’t betray us first, Merinus.” He shook his head, staring back at Sherra’s