Kristina relaxed into him, her kisses slowing to match his, her lips a bare caress that left his tingling and lightened his insides. He wrapped his arms around her, unwilling to let her go before he was done with her, holding her gently to instil a sense of safety inside her again. He wanted the Kristina who had looked at him so softly with bright warm eyes back.
“Callum,” she whispered against his mouth, a note of desire in her tone, and swept her tongue over his lower lip, igniting sparks that exploded over his skin and down his spine. He groaned and tried to kiss her but she held herself out of his reach, teasing him with soft licks over his lips that cranked him tighter with each one. “I want you.”
Callum raised his hips into hers, pushing his hardening cock against her groin to show her that he wanted her too. She wasn’t alone in this. If she would only accept that, he was sure that she would feel less on edge about what they were doing and would realise that he wasn’t out to hurt her.
Hell. At this rate, it would end with him being the one hurt by her.
Since leaving her last night, he had told himself close to a thousand times not to go down this route and to just let things happen and see where it took them. He had warned himself not to get attached or read into things. It was impossible after all. He could warn himself all he wanted, could point out the dangers of becoming emotionally attached to a werewolf, but none of it was stopping him from wanting more from her.
He groaned low in his throat as she rose to her feet, standing with her boots on either side of his hips, and wriggled her black knickers down her thighs. She lifted each foot off the bed in turn, pulling her knickers over them, and then tossed them down at him. Callum gathered them into his fist and held her gaze as he brought them to his nose and inhaled the scent of her arousal. His cock leapt, growing harder at the thought that he made her wet and hungry. She wanted him.
Kristina lowered herself again, her bare thighs warm against his sides, and then shuffled backwards, seating herself over his knees. She grabbed her mac and rifled in the pockets, and pulled out a strip of condoms. She had come prepared this time. He was still fairly certain that he couldn’t impregnate her but he held his tongue, letting her have her way. Anything to get back inside her.
She pulled his trousers and boxers down to his knees, tore open the packet, and rolled the condom down onto his cock. It pulsed as he stared down at her skirt and then took in her outfit again, realising that she intended to have sex with him while still wearing it. He wasn’t going to complain. She looked incredibly sexy in the tight corset and short skirt, and he liked the thought of her remaining in it a while longer and riding him. It added a naughty edge to everything. He had never been into the whole dressing up thing, but the thought of her in a dirty maid’s outfit or dressed as a dominatrix took on a certain appeal as she moved up his body.
Kristina rose off him, wrapped her hot little hand around his cock, and nudged the tip of him inside her liquid heat. He watched her face, mesmerised by the visible pleasure she took from the feel of his cock sliding slowly into her tight sheath and the breathless moan that accompanied it from the moment he entered her to the point where he was fully inside.
She settled on him, her body tightly gloving him and encasing him in fiery heat. He almost begged her not to move, to stay right there and let him just feel what it was like to be inside her, joined as one with such a beautiful woman.
Her hands pressed into his stomach and then skimmed up to his ribs and chest, her eyes locked on his, her body clenching him but unmoving, as though she had felt his desire and was letting him have his way. She brushed her fingers down his arms, caught his hands and pressed her palms to his.
Callum interlinked their fingers and held her hands as she started to move on him, slow long thrusts that soon had her closing her eyes and tipping her head back. He stared at her, entranced, watching the pleasure rippling across her face as she flickered between frowning and sighing. The soft black material of her skirt caressed his lower stomach and thighs. The scent of her desire filled the room, joining with his, swirling together into one tantalising fragrance. Her thrusts slowly built in speed, turning harder but still remaining more gentle than he had thought she would be. The pace of her movements on him matched his pace during their second time last night. Too slow to be lust.
Too slow not to mean something.
She gasped, her hands squeezing his, and rode him. The exquisite feel of her hot sheath encasing him, pulling at him, clenching him, and the warm trickle of her juices down his cock, all of it was blissful and arousing, but it was the pleasure on her face, her slow tempo, and the way she opened her eyes and locked them on his, revealing a myriad of feelings in their hazel orbs that went beyond mere desire, that left him breathless again. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Chains, whips, naughty outfits, none of it could hold a candle to how the slow shift of her body against his and the emotions warming her eyes made him feel. It felt so intimate. He felt so connected to her, not just physically through the point where his body entered hers, but emotionally through their eyes.
Callum stared into hers, lost and mesmerised, feeling them sweep him away and seeing that sensation mirrored in her. She barely blinked as she looked deep into his eyes and he into hers, their bodies moving as one, hers sliding sensually up and down his cock. Her heart beat steadily in his mind, his coming to match it, so they joined too. Her lips parted and so did his, the feelings flooding him making him feel as though he was drowning and gasping for air. The room faded, leaving only her on his senses—her pulse, her soft puffs, her little moans of pleasure that he echoed, her sweet scent filling his mind as his body filled hers.
Kristina.
He felt as though he was falling, the world dropping away beneath him, plunging deep into unfamiliar territory. It scared him but her grip on him soothed away the fear and the soft warmth in her eyes anchored him to her, until he felt as though they were falling together.
Did she feel it too?
Her eyelids fell to half mast and she gasped. “Callum.”
Her fingers pressed into the back of his hands and she jerked against him, her body quaking around his as her thrusts faltered. He took over, driving his cock into her as she started to lean into his hands, her hot breath skating over his stomach and chest. She moaned with each deep plunge of his cock and the feel of her body clenching and releasing him, the hot rush of her orgasm, pushed him over the edge with her.
“Kristina,” he breathed and bucked his hips up hard, burying himself deep into her body as he came. The fierce wave that rushed through him sent his head spinning.
He was vaguely aware of her lips on his wrist, the warm press of her tongue, and then fire that exploded through him. A second orgasm rocked him to the core and the world went dark.
“Callum... Cal... lum... Cal... can you hear me?”
He frowned and knocked aside the annoying object tapping his cheek like a bloody woodpecker on acid. It didn’t go away. If anything, it became more frantic.
“Cal? Callum... you’re scaring me now... wake up, you bloody vampire... you’re stronger than this.” Firm hands grabbed his shoulders and rattled him.
He smacked them away, snarled, and shot one hand out at his attacker. He locked it tight around whatever it hit first and squeezed.
“Cal... lum.” The irritating voice sounded more distant, turning tighter and strained as he increased the pressure of his grip. “You’re... hurting... me...”
Hurting?
Callum’s eyes shot open and instantly closed against the brightness that assaulted him. His head spun until he felt on the verge of vomiting. Someone grabbed his wrist, tugging at it. He slowly rolled his eyes open again. Kristina’s hands were locked tightly around his wrist.
Trying to pull his hand away from her throat.
Tears lined her dark lashes and fear shone in her irises.
Callum sat up fast, sending his head spinning violently, and crashed bac
k onto the bed again, his hand slipping from her throat. He closed his eyes and groaned. What had happened?
He remembered how incredible it had felt making love to Kristina and then it all went hazy.
“Are you alright?” The hoarseness of her voice stabbed him deep in the gut.
He had said he wouldn’t hurt her but he had. It had been an instinctive reaction, which meant something bad had happened to him. All vampires reacted on instinct when they felt they were in danger or were hurt so badly that they lost their more human side because of the pain.
“What happened?” he ground the words out and the world slowly stopped spinning around him. He risked opening his eyes again and found Kristina leaning over him, one hand on her bruised throat and the other stroking his cheek.
“You blacked out,” she whispered almost apologetically. “You don’t remember?”
He shook his head and she looked as though she didn’t want to bring up why he had passed out. She bit her lip, hesitated, and then blushed.
“I got a little carried away... and I, uh, well...” She glanced down at his left hand.
Callum frowned. It was aching. Now that he noticed it, he recalled that she had kissed his wrist and his entire body had come alive, burning so fiercely that he had climaxed again.
He slowly raised his left hand and slid his gaze across to it.
Ragged red marks formed a rough broken circle on the point just below his wrist.
He blinked.
“I... it won’t happen again... I didn’t realise that you were going to pass out or anything like that. I just... I know what I said earlier... but the urge struck me and I sort of followed through without thinking.” Her words were a blur after that, a running apology that collided into nothing more than noise in his aching head.
She had bitten him.
He raised his eyebrows and stared blankly at the bloodstained wound.
The first release when they had felt so close and connected had been incredible enough. The second had come upon him without warning, fierce and violent, intense.
Because of her bite?
He looked back into her eyes.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” She touched his cheek, her eyebrows high on her forehead, concern filling her eyes. “You look a little out of it still.”
“Did you feel it too?” he said and her cheeks blazed, turning her whole face crimson this time.
She went to glance away but then stopped herself and nodded. The awkward edge to her expression became nerves and her fingers trembled against his face.
“Did you pass out too?” he whispered and her eyes widened. It was all the answer he needed. “Why?”
Kristina shrugged but he saw straight through it. She knew why but she wasn’t going to mention it. It was possible that they had both overloaded when she had bitten him. Vampires were capable of blacking out when bitten. There was nothing quite like the feel of someone sinking their fangs into your flesh at the right moment during sex. He hadn’t thought werewolves would share such a kink though. Was that all it was?
The look in her eyes said not to press her for an answer. She climbed off him, sat on the bed with her legs tucked to one side, and traced patterns on the duvet.
Callum slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows. The condom was gone. How long had he been out?
He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was close to five A.M., which meant he must have been out cold for over five hours. It had felt like only a moment.
He rose from the bed, stripped off his trousers and underwear, and then held his hand out to her. She looked at it as though it was going to bite her.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He pressed one knee into the mattress and brushed his knuckles across her throat. It still bore the impression of his fingers. How close had he been to strangling her? “It was instinct. Surely werewolves experience something similar when disorientated or injured?”
Her gaze zipped to the bed again. He hadn’t meant to imply that she had injured him. He wasn’t angry about what she had done. The pleasure of it had just been too much and he hadn’t been able to take it.
“Kristina, I’m not going to hurt you... and I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. It was just the heat of the moment. I felt the urge to bite you too... you were just beyond my reach.” He cupped her cheek and brought her head around so she was facing him again, her eyes on his. The shyness in them made him smile. She was worrying and not because she feared his anger. For a werewolf who tried so hard to keep her distance, she was doing a terrible job of it right now. Her eyes were so open, reflecting feelings that reassured him that it wouldn’t be hard to convince her that something was happening between them. It also reassured him that she didn’t find the idea of him biting her repulsive. “If you want to bite me again, I would like that. Although, perhaps, not during sex. If you want me to bite you, we can do that too. We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. Does that sound alright with you?”
She surprised him by nodding, slipping her hand into his, and coming to stand before him.
“Now, it’s almost dawn.” Callum wrapped his free arm around her waist and ran his fingers down the lacing at the back of her corset. “As regrettable as it is to get you out of this sexy little number... it has to come off. I want to sleep next to you.”
He shifted his hand lower, to her skirt, and raised it. Her bottom was soft as feathers beneath his fingers and she bit her lip and pressed her hands into his bare chest. He let her go. If they kept on like this, the sun would have long risen before he finally fell asleep with her tucked against him.
Her wide pupils lured him in.
Callum heaved a sigh.
Undressing her was going to play havoc with his libido anyway. They would just have to sleep in late.
He grabbed her backside and raised her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Callum fell onto the bed with her beneath him and set about making her cry his name all over again.
Chapter 6
Kristina woke slowly, sated and sleepy, the duvet and the naked vampire wrapped around her combining to make the perfect temperature for snoozing the night away. Callum’s bare front moulded against her back, his right arm heavy over her waist, hand cupping her right breast, anchoring her to him. Her own right hand was hooked behind her, holding his firm backside. His cool breath puffed against her throat, slow and steady, and he felt as bone tired on her senses as she did.
In her one hundred and twelve years of life, she had never felt so safe, not even as a youngling in her mother’s arms.
The way Callum held her pressed so close to him so there wasn’t a millimetre where their bodies didn’t touch and the sleepy growls that accompanied any shift of his body against hers or tightening of his grip, made her feel so protected. She was sure that if anyone came for her here and right now that he would instantly snap awake and fend them off.
But how long could this fairytale last?
He had already said that he would leave Paris in a week.
Everything else he said came rushing into her mind like a dam had broken and flooded it, driving out the comfort of sleeping in his arms. He had made out as though he felt things were already more than just a fling between them to him and had said some fairly pretty words that most women would have been flattered to hear.
God, they had flattered her. She had almost gone along with him and let her guard drop, but then she had got the better of herself.
And then he had proven that he could see straight through her.
He knew she was on the run from her pack.
He had seen through her later too, when they had been screwing. Making love. She couldn’t even bring herself to lie about it and pretend it had just been sex. That had been more than just sex, and more than making love. It had been intense, consuming, and incredible.
But the emotional ties that had formed between them scared her.
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nbsp; They left her vulnerable and tore at her.
When she had come around to find that he had passed out too, she had wanted to run and not look back. It wasn’t just the bite that had sent them both over the edge. It was their blood combining. She had drunk deeply in the short time before she had slipped into unconsciousness, greedily sucking down his rich blood. How much of it was still in her, tying them together?
She had fled her alpha because he had learned that she was ripe for mating and wanted to sire a child with her and tie her to him.
Her mother had told her about mating before she had passed away. Compatible mates often experienced things more intensely, and highly compatible ones even more so, to the point where both the male and the female involved often passed out during a mutual climax when she was receptive and ready to bear a cub.
Her mother had never mentioned anything about a blood exchange though. Kristina fiercely held onto that, using it to ward off her fear. They had passed out because the combination of sex and blood had proven too much for both of them. That was all it had been. She wouldn’t take his blood again during sex, or let him take hers, and that would prove that she was right. They had been intimate a number of times without either of them blacking out. It was just the involvement of blood.
A vampire couldn’t be a mate to a werewolf.
It wasn’t genetically possible.
Werewolves had broken away from their human ancestors millennia ago. Vampires were a completely different race, bearing only a physical resemblance to a human.
A heavy feeling settled in her stomach.
She stared at the far wall in the cream bedroom until it swam out of focus.
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