26. Fiona
26
FIONA
" Y ou kept your promise," she said against his chest.
"I always do." He winced as he shifted. "Have dinner with me tonight?"
"Shouldn't you get some rest?"
"I've waited long enough to take you on a proper date."
They went to a perfect little Italian restaurant later that evening to celebrate. Fiona couldn't stop grinning at how dapper Caleb looked in his button-down shirt, even with the bandage peeking out at his collar.
"You're staring," he said, taking a sip of water.
"Just admiring my battle-worn alpha." She reached across the table to touch his hand. "Though I have to admit, watching you fight was terrifying."
"More terrifying than facing down three wolves with fire magic?"
"That was different. I wasn't watching someone I care about get hurt."
His fingers intertwined with hers. "Stay with me tonight?"
"Are you sure? You're injured..."
"I'll survive." His blue eyes sparkled. "Besides, I sleep better when you're there."
Fiona helped him out of his jacket, careful of his injuries when they arrived back at his house.
"You don't have to baby me," he grumbled.
"Shut up and let me take care of you for once." She hung up his jacket. "You're not invincible, you know."
"No?" He pulled her closer, his hands settling on her waist. "Could've fooled me."
"Stubborn wolf."
His lips brushed against her temple.
When he kissed her, it was gentle, almost hesitant - so different from their desperate kisses the night before. Fiona melted into it, her hands resting carefully on his chest.
"I should warn you," he murmured against her lips, "I might be a bit slower than usual."
"We have all the time in the world now." She smiled. "No more rival packs trying to kill us."
"Don't jinx it." He kissed her again, deeper this time.
Fiona's heart raced as Caleb led her into the bedroom, his hand warm in hers. Despite the bandages that peeked out from beneath his shirt, his grip was steady, his steps sure. She glanced at the tangled sheets and pillows on the bed from the night before, when they'd celebrated life with an urgency that bordered on desperation.
Tonight, however, the air was charged with a different kind of electricity—gentle, tender, and tinged with the sweetness of relief.
Caleb turned to face her, his blue eyes sparkling. "I thought I'd have to fight a fiery witch to get you back here," he teased.
Fiona rolled her eyes, fighting back a grin. "You know I can't resist an injured alpha in need of... nursing."
"Is that what we're calling it now?" His fingers found the hem of her shirt, his knuckles brushing against her side, eliciting a quiet gasp.
She batted his hand away playfully. "Careful. We wouldn't want to reopen those wounds."
He caught her wrist, pulling her closer. "I'm tougher than I look."
Their movements were a slow dance of hands and lips as they undressed each other. Fiona's fingertips traced the contours of Caleb's chest, her touch hesitant.
Caleb's hands skimmed over her shoulders, down her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He paused to unclasp her bra, his fingers fumbling slightly, a sheepish grin playing on his lips when he finally succeeded.
"Are all wolves this clumsy, or is it just you?" Fiona quipped, her laughter soft and warm.
"It's a new technique I'm trying out," he retorted, tossing the bra aside. "Distract and conquer."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips with a fierce kiss.
He groaned into the kiss, pulling her flush against him. Fiona reveled in the sensation coursing through her veins like wildfire.
They broke apart, breathless, and Fiona took a moment to step back and look at him. She reached out to trace the line of his jaw, her touch gentle.
"What?" Caleb asked.
"Just... taking a moment," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "To appreciate the fact that you're here. With me."
He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I'm not going anywhere, Fiona."
She nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "I know. And I'm not going anywhere either."
Caleb gently laid Fiona on the bed, his blue eyes darkening with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
"You know," Fiona said, her voice light, a teasing smile playing on her lips, "for someone who just survived a wolf showdown, you're surprisingly gentle."
"Only with you," Caleb murmured.
"Lucky me," she said.
Caleb's hands skimmed over her curves, his touch both tender and sure. Fiona's breath hitched as he traced the contours of her body.
Caleb's lips found the hollow of her throat, and she let out a soft moan, her hands fisting in the bedsheets. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" she breathed out.
He lifted his head, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "That's the plan," he said, his tone laced with a promise that sent shivers down her spine.
His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. Fiona's fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a desperate hunger that surprised her.
As they broke apart, Fiona's heart raced, her body aching for his touch. She watched, transfixed, as Caleb's hands continued their slow exploration, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pants, teasing and tempting.
"Caleb," she said, her voice a strangled plea, "you're not playing fair."
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Who said anything about playing fair?" he asked, his fingers slipping further, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Fiona's hips bucked, a throaty chuckle escaping her lips. "You're going to be the death of me," she said, her hands reaching for him, pulling him down to her.
Caleb's laughter rumbled through his chest. "I'd never let that happen," he said, his lips brushing against hers in a fleeting kiss. "You're too precious to me."
Fiona's breath caught in her throat as Caleb's fingers deftly stroked between her legs. She gasped, her hips arching involuntarily towards his hand.
"You're very good at that," she managed to say, her voice a breathy whisper.
Caleb lifted his head from where he had been kissing her neck. His blue eyes locked onto hers as he inserted a finger inside her. Fiona's eyes fluttered closed, a low moan escaping her lips as he began to move his finger with a skill that left her both awed and desperate for more.
She clutched at the bedsheets, her body aching with a need that only Caleb seemed to be able to fulfill.
As he continued to stroke her, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, Caleb's mouth moved lower, his lips closing around her nipple. The sensation of his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak, combined with the motion of his fingers, pushed Fiona closer and closer to the edge.
"Caleb," she breathed out.
He released her nipple, his lips trailing a path of fire up to her ear. "Let go, Fiona," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
With a shuddering cry, Fiona surrendered to the pleasure, her body convulsing around his fingers as her orgasm washed over her in powerful, all-consuming waves.
As the last of the aftershocks subsided, Caleb withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. The sight was so erotic that Fiona felt a fresh surge of desire pulse through her.
Fiona pushed Caleb gently back on the bed, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Caleb's blue eyes darkened with desire as he allowed himself to be maneuvered, his hands coming up to rest on her hips as she straddled him.
She reveled in the feel of his hands on her, the warmth of his touch. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest, the muscles tensing beneath her touch. "You're not the only one who knows how to take control," she teased, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.
Caleb chuckled against her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides, tickling her ribs and making her squirm. "I never said you didn't," he murmured.
Fiona sat up, her hair cascading around her shoulders. She rolled her hips, eliciting a low groan from Caleb as she took him inside her. They moved together in a slow rhythm that caused her body to shudder.
"Fiona," Caleb breathed out, his fingers digging into her hips as he matched her rhythm.
She leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest, and kissed him deeply, pouring all of her love, her passion, her soul into that one kiss.
Their bodies continued to move together with a gentle, easy rhythm. They moved as one, a slow, sensual dance that spoke of promises and shared futures.
Fiona could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow burn that threatened to consume her whole.
"You feel incredible," Caleb said.
"So do you," Fiona replied, her own voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the connection between them, a tangible force that bound them together in this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
As they reached nearer to the peak, their movements became more frantic, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Fiona's fingers clutched at Caleb's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she cried out loudly in ecstasy.
Caleb followed her over the edge with a low, powerful groan, his body shuddering beneath hers as he reached his own release that spilled deep inside her. They clung to each other, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined as they rode out the aftershocks together slowly.
Fiona collapsed gently on top of Caleb, her head resting on his chest. She could hear the steady thrum of his heart beneath her ear.
Caleb's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
Their bodies were still intimately connected, and their hearts were beating in sync, and Fiona knew that she had found her home.