With Everything I Am(48)

His hands found her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, fingers joining for a heady roll. Then he pushed her back and up, one hand tormenting her nipple, the other cupping her breast and maneuvering her to his mouth where his lips closed over her nipple and pulled.

His mouth on her felt so good, her back arched to demand more but her head dropped down to watch him suckling as her arm flew out to the headboard to hold on.

Her body shuddered at the beauty of the sight and the sensations.

He switched breasts and she made a harsh noise as she ground deeper into his body. His hand left her breast and plunged into her panties, finding her and it was so fantastic, she bucked against his fingers.

The minute she did, she was flying through the air, landing on her back, Callum pressed to her. His hand went back in her panties, his fingers twitching, vibrating at the exact, perfect spot.

God, she’d never felt anything like that.

And it felt good.

Her arms circled him, her nails grazed his back, her hips undulated against his fingers, all the while her eyes were locked to his.

Her hand moved around, across his belly, down into his pajamas and she found him.

And he was huge, thick, long and beautiful.

She had to have him.

Now.

“Wolf,” she breathed her demand. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes flashed and he slid a finger inside.

She gasped and ground down on his hand.

“In heat,” he murmured, his voice guttural and supremely satisfied.

“Wolf…” A sliver of pleading pierced her tone as his words in her dream were uttered in real life.

His finger slid out of her but only to flick insistently against her sweet spot.

“You need to be ready for me.”

She knew she did. She’d felt him. He was not your average man in any sense.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

“Little one –”

Her hand stroked then it fisted around him and she pulled him to her.

“Callum,” she insisted, “I’m ready.”

“Baby doll –”

Her hand tightened, he groaned, she stroked and tugged and he groaned again.

Her mouth went to his and she demanded, “Fuck me, wolf.”

Callum needed no further coaxing.

He moved and her panties were gone in a flash, whipped down her legs. His pajamas were pulled down his own.

Then he rolled into her, she wrapped her limbs around his massive body and felt the promise of him.

“Wolf…” Sonia breathed.

His hips reared back, her body tensed in delicious anticipation and then he thrust inside, impaling her, seating himself to the root, filling her so full, so deep, she could swear he touched her womb.

He stopped and dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing labored.

In a tone filled with marvel, he murmured, “You took all of me.”

She did and every inch of him was wonderful.

“I’m made for you,” she whispered back and watched up close as his golden eyes glittered.

Then his mouth captured hers and he kissed her wet and hot while he fucked her, deep, rough, fast and hard and she loved every stroke, every jolt. Her body, feeling right, feeling whole, gloried in it.

He rolled them until he was on his back, Sonia straddling him and she took over, riding him with abandon, back arched, hips wild.

Lost in what they were doing, lost in him, full of him.

He curled up. An arm going around her waist, taking her out of her rhythm and focusing her on the beauty that was him, his face hard with almost savage desire before she lost sight of him as he twisted his torso to the nightstand. She ground her hips into his and watched as he opened the drawer and pulled out a long, slim, blue, beaten-leather case. He flicked it open with his thumb and drew out a length of delicate gold chain.

He tossed the case away and his eyes came to hers.

“Sonia,” his voice was rough, “are you mine?”

Lost in the moment, immediately, she replied, “I’m yours.”

He made swift work of wrapping the gold chain around her waist and fastening it. She saw a small charm she couldn’t make out dangling from it as it settled above her hips.

His hands spanned those hips and his mouth went to hers.

But his eyes were open and the gold was so intense, it seemed to be glowing and alive.

Then he said something that settled in her brain, her heart and sliced a heated path down to their connected bodies.

“Baby doll, you’re about to be claimed.”

Before she could utter a noise, he moved her. Pulling her off him, he tossed her to the side on her belly. He shifted to his knees between her legs and violently yanked up her hips so she was on her knees but her head and torso were still in the bed.

His big hands wrapped around her hips, he impaled her on his shaft, again and again. It was wild, beautiful. Her head snapped back, her hair flying over her shoulders as she came up on her hands and reared her hips back with greedy need into his thrusting ones.