17. Seventeen #2
Callan’s right hand drifted lower, and he slipped a finger beneath the hem of her garment.
Nova’s breath caught, and his cock stirred at the sound.
Drawing on his magic, he traced a fingertip along the surface of her skin.
His icy caress climb her leg, slowly, dragging the delicate material with it.
Goose bumps prickled in its wake, but the heat of her cunt beckoned to him as his hand drew nearer.
Nova’s head fell back, her brows pinching together, and a soft mewl escaped her as she anticipated his touch. Callan halted his fingers. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal, and his cock thickened, straining against his breeches.
Opening his eyes again, his gaze locked onto hers. “You desire me even when I’ve angered you.”
Another simple truth. He moved his fingers again, faintly tracing frozen circles on her inner thigh.
Nova clenched her jaw and drew in a sharp breath through her teeth. “Yes,” she snapped.
Callan chuckled, uncertain what had her so frustrated: his glacial pace or the fact that he’d drawn the admission from her.
Bowing his head, he brought his mouth to hers and murmured against it.
“I don’t need to press my fingers inside you to know you’re slick with want.
” He lowered his face to her collarbone and breathed her in as he dragged his nose along her throat.
“This maddening honeyed scent. I could track you clear across Aemoria by this alone.”
He lifted his head again to take in the sight of her. The fine sheen of sweat on her pearly skin. The rapid rise and fall of her chest, nipples pebbled beneath her garment despite the oppressive heat.
“Callan.” Her voice was a plea laced with command as her fingers circled his wrist, a tug urging him to touch her. To end her suffering.
“What is it, love?” He slid his hand between her legs, cupping her sex and slowly grinding the heel of his hand over her clit. “Tell me what you want.”
Nova hooked her ankle behind his leg. “I want you to taste me.”
She pulled his face close to hers and swiped her tongue along the seam of his slightly parted lips, pulling a moan from him as his prick ached.
Another bolt of brilliant purple streaked across the sky, chased by a clap of thunder that shook Callan’s chest, the hum of the coming storm heightening his senses.
He lowered himself to his knees, gazing up at his mate silhouetted against the flickering sky.
He desired nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs.
To draw out her pleasure with his tongue until she came apart, crying out his name. But feasting on her would be a reward.
One he hadn’t yet earned.
In the months they’d been apart, Callan had nearly forgotten how much merely being close to her weakened his restraint. Nova deserved someone she could depend on. He needed to prove to her—to himself—that he could maintain control.
Callan sat back, bending one leg in front of him and curling his fingers around her ankle.
“Show me.”
Confusion flitted across her features. “Show you what?” she asked, breathless.
“You once told me you’d touched yourself with me in your thoughts. Guiding your hands.” Callan lifted her foot and propped it atop his knee like a step stool. “Show me how you touched yourself.”
This, denying himself what he craved most, was how he would earn her forgiveness. For losing control. For breaking from the plan. For frightening her.
Nova nodded and leaned against the railing, turning her knee out and gathering the flimsy gown at her hip with one hand so he could see her sex.
She slid her hand between her legs, sighing softly as she toyed with her clit while he watched, rapt.
Callan lost all sense of time until, behind her, the sky brightened once more.
He tightened his grip on her ankle as the lightning revealed her easing two fingers inside her glistening cunt.
His mouth began to water, and he swallowed hard, eyes flicking up to her face.
“It’s not enough,” she whimpered, a frustrated crease forming between her brows.
She needed more. Needed him. Callan clenched his jaw and drew in a steadying breath, bolstering his resolve. Determined to deny himself.
“I’m going to help you, Starlight. You’re going to ride my face with my fingers inside you until you come. And when you do, I’m going to lap up every sweet drop. Do you understand?” His voice was firm as he delivered the instructions, more for himself than for her.
Nova gave a jerky nod, and he reached his hand up to her face.
“Open your mouth.”
Nova eagerly obliged, leaning forward with her lips parted for him. Callan slipped his middle and ring fingers into the warmth of her mouth and pressed them down on her tongue.
“Suck.”
Nova closed her lips around his digits, drawing them further into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them.
Callan shuddered, imagining her soft lips wrapped tight around his cock instead.
With a groan, he took his fingers from her mouth and slid them between her legs, teasing at her entrance before pressing them inside her.
“Gods, love. You’re soaked for me.”
Half-mad and unable to wait a heartbeat longer, he settled his mouth over her clit and curled his fingers, putting pressure on the spot he knew would soon have her legs trembling.
The wind whipped around them, the air temperature plummeting as the storm drew near.
Nova tunneled her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots as she rode his face just as he’d told her to.
Callan tongued her clit, intoxicated by her breathy moans barely audible over the approaching tempest. Her body tensed but he didn’t slow, carrying her over the edge until she cried out in time with a clap of thunder.
Callan smiled against her cunt before dragging his tongue slowly along her slit. When he was satisfied he’d made good on his promise to leave nothing behind, he pressed a trail of kisses along her inner thigh. Nova hooked her fingers under his chin, and he gazed up at her but made no move to stand.
“Forgive me?” he asked.
“I forgive you, love,” she panted. “Do you not also want to finish?”
Callan glanced down at his lap, then back up to her lovely face, her pale cheeks flushed the most tempting shade of pink. He ran a hand over his mouth and down his chin before shaking his head. Rising to stand, he pulled her against him.
“The taste of you. Those sounds you make only for me. Feeling you come apart on my tongue, around my fingers. It is more than enough. It’s everything.” He tipped her face up to his and kissed her deeply, his tongue gliding against hers as the first swollen raindrops pelted down from the sky.
“Come,” he murmured. “Let me clean you up and put you to bed.”
He grasped Nova’s hand in his and led her through the terrace doors before they both got caught in the storm.