Callum placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to face him. His warm fingers curved under her chin. “And have both of you killed? Mark knew better than that. He was preparing you, Marisol. Mentally and physically. He was waiting for the right time. Do you know that he never stopped talking about you?”
Marisol sniffed. “No.”
“Yup, Mark was so proud of his little girl he talked nonstop about your skill in pottery, your voice, and your guitar playing. About your incredible talent in remembering things. He said that anything you see, you remember. You can read a book and memorize its contents. And you know what else?”
“What?”
“He told me how beautiful you are. I couldn’t agree more.”
Marisol sniffed. “Parents always think their kids are the most beautiful in the world. You should see my baby pictures. I look like a ripe pumpkin.”
“I’m a stranger and I believe you’re beautiful. I bet Mark had a hard time telling the boys to go away. He even refused to introduce me to you.”
Marisol stared at him. As a wolf, he was handsome. Human, he could put X-Men’s Hugh Jackman to shame. The way he made her feel… without a doubt, she was deeply attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? Callum was one magnificent specimen.
“Maybe because you’re not handsome enough for me.”
“Maybe. But, babe, admit it. You are attracted to this face.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“How’d you know?”
“I’m a wolf, baby. I can smell your heat.”
“Maybe you’re handsome, but you’re also one big fat jerk.”
“I’m anything but a fat jerk.”
“You are. Not to mention bossy.”
“I am not. You’re just not used to being told what to do. Which reminds me, I want you to pack before you go to bed.”
“I’ll pack when I feel like it.”
Something flared in his eyes seconds before Callum lowered his head to capture her mouth with a kiss.
Marisol’s heart jolted and her pulse pounded against her ribs. Lord, oh lord. Like a glass of wine, Callum’s kiss traveled from her throat to her chest and down to her belly, inciting a hot delicious feeling in between her legs as she moaned.
Lifting his head a fraction away from her lips, Callum whispered, “Now you know what I’ll do to you if you refuse to obey me.”
“I will not follow…hmpph.”
Callum growled low before covering her mouth with his again. This time, he gripped her hips as he lifted her higher. Bodies aligned, she felt his arousal pressed against her pubic mound. She knew she should stop him. Instead, she wrapped her leg around his hips to feel more of him. She felt careless. The khaki skirt she wore rode up. She didn’t dare look, but she knew her thong showed. When Callum cupped her ass and sat her on the desk, she anchored her other leg around his hips. With her legs spread apart, Callum’s hard cock pressed intimately against her throbbing core.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. In her twenty-three years, she’d never felt anything like this before. Not as hot, intimate, and wicked as this.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he breathed in her mouth before tracing her lips with his tongue.
“Ohh.”
Callum slowly penetrated her mouth with his tongue while he ground his hips, pressing his erection harder against her heat. Through her skimpy thong, she felt his hard and throbbing cock. When Callum tore his mouth from hers to trail kisses on her jaws and neck, she gripped his hair. She didn’t want him to stop.
Pain mixed with pleasure made her mewl like a cat as she felt Callum nip at her neck.
“You’re hot.” He trailed kisses on the column of her neck and down to the tops of her breasts as he leaned her back a little. Through her shirt, he sucked her hard nipple. “Hmm...lift your shirt, babe.”
Burning with unspent desire for this man she hardly knew, Marisol raised her shirt, surprised to find her bra unhooked. “You’re swift.”
“You have no idea.”
A loud gasp escaped her when she felt Callum’s hot mouth wrapped around her aching nipple. He suckled her as if he were sucking a lollipop. A hot ache grew in her throat and somewhere deep in her stomach. “Callum...God...”
His hand snaked down in between them and didn’t stop until he reached her throbbing center.
She felt her blood surge from her fingertips to her toes. “Oh God!” Her thong was no barrier to his invading fingers. This was the time to make him stop. She’d saved her virginity for the right moment. Lying on the table, with a shape-shifter on top of her, was definitely not that right moment. But why couldn’t she say no? Lord, what she wanted right now was his kisses and hot touches.
Callum moved the slip of a material to the side, touching her center.
“Callum,” she whispered his name again.
“You’re wet.” And then he plunged two fingers inside her while his thumb rotated her hardened nub. “I love your scent. I want your scent all over me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Marisol’s mind reeled from the strong, unfamiliar pleasure he was giving her. Touching herself in the privacy of her room and in the middle of the night was different. Her one and only ex-boyfriend had made out with her, too, but not like this. Way different from this. Callum’s hand was magical, touching a part of her that quickened her heartbeat. She panted from the inner excitement. It felt wonderful, lustful.
“So fucking wet.” He pulled her earlobe with his teeth. “And so tight.” His mouth captured her nipple again, sucked on it in time with the thrusting motion of his fingers.
Marisol moved her hips, meeting his thrusts. His fingers went deeper inside and a prick made her gasp.
Callum’s fingers stilled. His mouth released her nipple. He lifted his head and stared at her as if she’d just killed his uncle. “You’re a virgin.”
Heat that had nothing to do with sex burned her cheeks. “I...”
With urgency missing from his touch, Callum moved his fingers again as if testing his suspicion. “Fuck, babe.”
“What’s wrong with being a virgin?”
“Nothing. Except, except I could have hurt you. Real bad. Did I?”
“No.”
While he stared at her, he pulled his fingers slowly before lowering Marisol’s legs. As soon as she scooted off the table, Callum smacked both palms on it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Didn’t think it necessary.”
“I could’ve hurt you.”
“Yes, you already said that. But isn’t breaking my hymen part of sex? I heard the pain is just a prick. And once it’s done, pleasure—”
“Stop!” Callum placed his hand on the side of her face.
“Being a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about sex, Callum. I’m not that innocent.”
“Fuck, baby. How’d you manage to stay a virgin?”
“You’ve met my dad. He was overprotective of me.”
Callum groaned. “I swore to protect you and here I am ravishing you in his study.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Like hell.”
***
Callum stared into her green eyes. Good God. All he’d wanted was to give her something to think about so she’d listen. But his plan had backfired. Just a taste of her mouth and he forgot all that he stood for.
There were many rules a Midnight Howl must follow—one of them being never tangle with a woman. Wolves must stick to their kind. They didn’t want a repeat of the past. Youven fell in love with a human and it had cost him and his clan their immortality. The border that divided their realm must remain thick and strong. He’d sworn to protect the humans, but keep them at bay. Befriending them, not to mention deflowering one of their virgins, was against the rules. With the exception of Mark, of course, since his friendship and his poultice was vital to the clan.
He should have known Marisol was an innocent. The way she respond
ed to his touch without inhibitions spoke eagerness to discover more. Like a child tasting candies for the first time. Damn, she lit like kindling wet with gasoline. She was one explosive woman.
She looked so beautiful with her lips red from his kisses, hair mussed, and eyes that still held the remnants of passion. He touched her rosy soft cheeks. “You’ve been in my head since the first night I saw you working. I dreamed about touching you. Of you touching me.”
“Well, stop dreaming and touch me again.”
Ah, that’s wolf blood speaking. A bitch in heat is a fantastic bitch to mate. “I can’t.”
“Is it because I don’t shift?”
Because you’re forbidden. “No. I want you the way I never wanted anyone before, Mari.”
“But I’m not one of your kind?”
“Yes.”
“I see.”
Marisol moved a fraction away from him. He’d hurt her feelings. Damn code. For the first time, he wished he wasn’t a shifter. “Baby.”
“I’m okay. Just a little embarrassed. Just so you know, Callum, I don’t normally let any man kiss or make out with me. Don’t know why I acted like a cheap whore.”
“You didn’t act like a cheap whore. Your inexperience is what made you do what you just did.”
“Promise, it won’t happen again. And if I lose my wits again, it won’t be with you.”
“Not with me?”
“No.”
Ah, hell. In full possession, he clamped his mouth on hers. Through his kiss, he wanted her to know how much he wanted to mate with her. Why that mattered, he didn’t know. He couldn’t quite understand why his body came to full attention when she was around and why he didn’t like the idea of her mating with anyone else.
I’m fucked up.
Callum buried his face in Marisol’s hair, inhaling her womanly scent. He could give her what her body screamed for. Douse her heat. The Midnight Howl’s code was plain and simple. No hidden traps, unlike the banks and credit card companies. No small print at the bottom that said foreplay—forbidden.
He could please her.
“Mari.” He pressed his thumb on her chin. Marisol’s lips parted and he swooped down to taste the sweetness of her mouth. His touch was meant to kindle her fire, calling out emotions, responses, and feelings her virginal body was unaccustomed to. The simple knowledge hit his body like a hammer making him groan. A virgin, his to take, but he could not and would not claim her. He’d give her what she wanted, but he wouldn’t take what she was offering.
You’re an idiot! Take her. She’s yours. Pure, untouched, and fucking beautiful.
“Callum, I—”
“Shhh...” He lifted her blouse over her head and threw it on the floor. Next, he unbuttoned her skirt and lowered the short zipper. It landed on the floor with a wispy sound. Marisol’s already unhooked bra followed. He looked his fill at her exquisite body covered with nothing but a skimpy thong. Her breasts, youthful and firm with dark pink areolaes beckoned to be touched, sucked, and fondled.
“Ah, baby. You’re beautiful. Perfect.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.” Reclaiming her lips, he crushed her to him. One hand on her back, the other found the soft rise of her butt. He cupped one cheek and pulled her harder against him. Marisol’s eyes widened. Gads, he loved looking at her face. He lifted and sat her again on the table.
“Wrap your legs around me. That’s it. Is this the first time a man touched you?” He licked one nipple before trapping it between his lips. Moaning, he sucked hard.
“Yes and no.”
Callum stopped. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“I had a boyfriend, but...”
“He’s gay.” He continued loving her breasts. He didn’t want to talk about her ex. Not right now.
Give her what she asks of you. Make her yours. Join your bodies. Mate with her.
“I’ll give you ecstasy you’ve never experienced before, baby.”
“More than this?”
He answered by releasing her nipple and taking her mouth instead with such savage intensity Marisol whimpered. Flattening one hand against her spine, Callum cupped her breast with the other. Raising his mouth from her, he looked deep into her passion-coated eyes. “I will taste you, baby. Lick your juice, and suck your clit until you release your orgasm. You taste sweet, but I want the sweetest part of you.”
“Oh God.”
Callum felt victorious, hearing the catch in her breathing, the quiver of her body. She was so aroused he bet she’d come as soon as he touched her Pushing up her breast, he lowered his head to capture one taut, dusky pink nipple. Marisol moaned and thrust her chest. A woman’s breasts. His weakness. Night and day, he could do this. Suck, taste, lave, nip, tease. And rolling a nipple against his tongue—fantastically erotic.
“Jesus, Callum.” Marisol arched, pushing her breasts higher.
“That’s it, baby. Let me have a taste of your breasts. Hmm...” Gads, what did I do to deserve heaven. He slid his hand down her stomach to the mound he’d been dreaming of touching. Inching lower, he raked the pubic hair her thong failed to cover. The coarse hair told him he was close to finding her entrance and the point that could bring great pleasure to them both.
Inching his fingers even lower, he touched the two shallow creases that led to her wet sex.
“Callum.”
Slick from her own juice, her tight entrance clenched at his touch. “Yes, baby. It’s going to be good.” He kissed her again as he guided her body down the table. Hooking his finger, he pulled her thong to the side. He spread her lips apart then dipped his middle finger inside her slippery entry.
“Just how I like it.” Callum slowly pumped his finger, drawing in and out of her hot juice. He spread her cream around her vagina making her slicker to his touch.
Marisol moaned and clamped her legs tight around his waist. Her ass flexed beneath his hand.
Sticking his tongue out, he made a path from her cleavage down her ribs to her stomach. “I want to taste your come, baby. Will you let me?”
“Yes, yes, Callum.”
Hot and ready to burst himself, he removed Marisol’s thong. Fuck, her scent was driving him crazy. Slowly, he kissed his way down the soft skin just below Marisol’s navel; he hooked his hands behind her knees, lifted her legs up, and rested her heels on the table. His cock hurt so bad he wanted to whip it out and bury his whole length deep inside her. When he saw her wetness, he gnashed his teeth fighting for control. “Baby, you’re so ready and so beautiful.”
Callum stared at Marisol’s weeping lips for a full second before lowering his head to give her one long lick. Just as he thought—fucking sweet. So incredible.
“Oh God, Callum.”
“Yeah, I know. Good, huh?” He combed her springy curls back and then sucked at her.
Marisol screamed his name.
Damn, it had been way too long since he’d tasted carnal desire; it felt like he was a teenage pup again—eager to please and to be pleased. His dick screamed to be released. It took all his strength not to reach down and wrap his fingers around his dick and give himself a good pump. Better yet, he wanted to slide in and out of her. Unfucking fortunately, she was not his to take. Maybe taste, but he couldn’t take the whole bite.
Instead of his cock, he used two fingers to penetrate her beautiful wet channel. With his eyes on Marisol’s rising and falling chest, he pumped his fingers in a slow rhythm.
Marisol let out a sound that told him she liked what he was doing. She responded to his touch with such wantonness it raised his body heat to a boiling point.
His body as tight as a wound string, he devoured her little nub, the one men craved. Such a little bit of flesh and yet it held a power that could weaken even a strong man. Her walls clamped around his fingers. Careful not to touch her hymen, he moved his fingers in and out of her slick channel. With her juice covering his fingers, he pulled them out and licked them clean. “Honey-sweet,” he said, and t
hen inch by inch pushed them back again inside her.
Marisol licked her lips as she met his gaze. He smiled at her then stuck his tongue out to tickle her. Her groan, and the erotic move of her hips, served as fuel to the fire growing deep inside of him. What he’d done to her nipple, he did it to her nub—he sucked hard.
“Callum!” she screamed and gripped his hair tighter.
She’s begging to be fucked. Do it, Callum. Just look at her body.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on giving her what he promised. Lust fever would go down as soon as she reached her orgasm. Then he could keep his distance.
Pressing the flat of his tongue on her nub, he moved his head from side to side. He pleasured Marisol with his tongue, devouring her as though he’d never tasted anything sweet before. He reached for her breast, squeezed her nipple, lightly then lowered his head again to feast on her flesh.
Marisol whimpered erotically, pushing him off the edge.
Since his ex-fiancée, Viola, he’d never touched a woman this way. His clan boasted beautiful she-shifters, but only a few of them had caught his attention, or had made him as hard as he was right now. And Marisol had caused it.
When was the last time he’d had a good fuck? It had been too long. He couldn’t do this a minute longer.
Callum trapped her sweet clit between his lips and sucked. He knew this little part of a woman’s body very well. Maybe it had been too long since he’d had a taste, but his experience was extensive. Not letting go, he continued to pull the nub with his mouth until Marisol’s thighs and ass muscles tightened. She called his name repeatedly seconds before he felt the gush of warm liquid around his fingers. Damn, he loved feeling a woman climax.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he replaced them with his mouth and tasted her juice before clamping his mouth on her nub again. Lust pounded the blood through his chest, head and dick. With his two fingers formed like a V, he spread her further and laved her clean. Right that minute, Callum wanted nothing else but to fuck her from behind and claim her innocence, be one with her. The beast inside him screamed, wanting to mate with Marisol, but he summoned his powers to contain his urges. Someday, in a different life, in a different realm, perhaps he’d get a chance to claim her.
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