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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