“I hate those injections,” she whispered and his fingers flexed in her hair.
“I do too,” he agreed.
He gave her the injection, led her back to bed and threw the hides back. She started climbing in but he stopped her, turned her to face him and then his hands bunched the material of her nightgown at her hips and, whoosh, it was gone.
“Hey!” she cried, shocked at his actions.
“Now your pants,” he ordered.
Sonia was covering her breasts with her arms and she looked in confusion, as she was not keeping up, down at her underwear.
Then she looked up at him. “You mean my undies?”
“Off,” he demanded, leaning in and hooking his thumbs in the waistband.
“Callum!” she shrieked but her panties were already at her ankles and he was lifting her up so she repeated, “Callum!”
Like she didn’t utter a word (or, in this case, shriek his name twice) he placed her in bed and pulled the hides over her.
Sonia got up on an elbow and Callum sat on the edge, leaning into the hand that he’d planted in the bed behind her.
“I thought I told you I wanted you naked when you don’t have to wear clothes,” he declared calmly.
She glared at him. “I’m not comfortable sleeping naked.”
His brows drew together. “It didn’t seem to bother you before you found out I was wolf.”
This was true but only because, by the time he let her sleep, she was already naked, exhausted and slept the sleep of abandoned contentment.
Now they weren’t having sex, were never going to have sex again, so she wanted to wear a nightgown.
As she didn’t feel like getting into that particular subject at that time, she just glared at him.
He absorbed her glare for a while then reached out, grabbed her book and handed it to her.
“I’ll be back soon,” he muttered, leaned down, kissed her temple and then walked from the room.
Without him to glare at, Sonia glared at the door instead.
Then she got up, put her undies and nightgown back on and got back into bed.
Callum could do a lot of things, considering he was king.
But he could not tell her what to wear to bed.
She was dead asleep when she felt her body move and she didn’t tell it to do so.
Then she felt her nightgown sliding up, up and, whoosh, it was gone.
Her eyes opened and she stared groggily at Callum who was in the process of pulling her panties down her legs. Then, whoosh, they were gone too.
“What…?” she whispered but wasn’t awake enough to get her brain functioning.
He lay on his back, pulling the hides over them and yanking her roughly in his arms.
“Did you… did you just do that?” she asked his chest, her mind still fuzzy with sleep.
“I did,” he answered calmly.
“I… I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispered.
“Believe it,” he replied.
“Why did you just do that?” she queried.
“Tomorrow,” was his strange response.
“Tomorrow?”
He rolled into her so they were face-to-face.
“I’m too fucking pissed right now to have this conversation, Sonia,” he informed her, sounding pissed. Sounding downright mad. “But tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we’re fucking talking,” he finished.
In the face of his anger, Sonia thought it was prudent not to say anything further.
So she didn’t.
He rolled to his back again, taking her with him so her head was on his shoulder. Then he hauled her arm around him so it was resting across his stomach and his arm, curled at her waist, tightened so she was pressed into him close.
When he settled, it occurred to her that he had nothing to be pissed about.
She wasn’t sneaking off at night for liaisons with whoever (or multiple whoevers).
She wasn’t pretending to be his devoted queen when she wasn’t attracted to him.
She was just doing the best she could in a really bad situation.
However, she didn’t feel like getting into these subjects at that particular juncture either.
Or, ever, really.
So she forced her body to relax and she listened to his deep breathing, smelled his heady scent and wished she could go back to a time when she could, at least, pretend this was real.
But she could not.
* * * * *
It was the morning after and Sonia was curled in the little oval alcove trying to concentrate on her book but she couldn’t because she knew that day was the day of reckoning.
She’d woken alone, showered, dressed, had a quick breakfast and ran back upstairs before anyone could catch her.
She had no idea why she woke up alone because Callum always woke her if he was leaving her even if just to give her a kiss and tell her he was going.
She didn’t take that as a good sign.