Chapter 29
Seren
I wake with a massive demon cock pressed to my lower back.
It’s impossible to ignore. Long and thick, the undershorts Callum’s wearing do absolutely nothing to hide it.
I should get out of bed.
I should shimmy from under his arm and pretend like I never felt a damn thing, slip out to the bathroom to get dressed, and ignore the very real, very hard shaft pressed right up against me.
I do none of those things.
Instead, I press closer.
Back arching just right so the curve of my ass nestles against his groin, I keep my eyes closed. Maybe I’m just sleeping, totally innocent, not trying to feel even more of that—
“Witch,” Callum growls, voice sleepy and deep and graveled with morning.
“Hmm?” I hum, and press back again.
“Temptress.” Another growl, but he doesn’t pull away.
He presses closer, too. Cock sliding right between the cheeks of my ass over the fabric of my shorts, he finds the place where he fits and rubs against me in slow, deliberate strokes.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
We absolutely, one hundred percent should not be doing this.
Joan and Rhett are right down the hall, and in this old building the doors and walls aren’t exactly soundproof. If this goes any further, if we make any noise, we’ll probably wake them up.
Still, we don’t stop.
We rock together languidly, learning the feel of each other.
Callum is overwhelming.
The immense scale of him. The firm ridges of muscle. The sheer, vital physicality of having him behind me, curved around me, his warmth and his size making me feel small and delicate in comparison.
It’s not a familiar feeling, but not an unwelcome one, either.
Especially when he grinds his cock hard against my ass and reaches up to cup one breast over the thin material of my tank top.
A moan slips out, and Callum’s other hand is there immediately to stifle it.
Pressed lightly to my mouth, he leans in so he can murmur into my ear.
“Quiet, star. You don’t want your friends to hear, do you?”
Hot embarrassment and a naughty thrill rush through me.
I really, really don’t want Rhett and Joan to know what we’re getting up to right now, but not even the threat of being found out is enough to make me stop. I arch into Callum again and graze my teeth against his palm.
But I stay quiet, and that seems to please him. Satisfaction rumbles deep and heavy in his chest, and I pull his hand away from my mouth, rolling in his embrace and surging up to take his lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
The same magick that grabbed me by the throat the first time I kissed him back in the demon realm overwhelms me again.
It rushes in fast and incandescent and unstoppable, unfurling its tendrils along every vein, every nerve, every damn inch of me as I strain and strain to get closer to him.
As I run my tongue over his fang and savor its sharp sting.
As I try to wedge my hand between our bodies so I can feel the long, thick weight of him for myself.
“Witch,” Callum mutters, catching my wrist in his big hand. “There’s no need to rush.”
“Speak for yourself,” I whisper-whine against his lips. “I can’t stop. I can’t stop it, this… this…”
How do I even put it into words?
Is this the magick he’s felt the whole time? Since the moment he saw me in the Middle?
How does he stand it?
“I know.” Callum soothes his hand over my hair. “But we’ve got time.”
Do we? Because from where I’m pressed against him, body aching and taut and so goddamn needy I’m ready to jump out of my skin, it doesn’t feel like there’s any time at all.
Arching against him again, I breathe deep, try to get a handle on the racing of my heart and the throbbing between my thighs.
But it’s no use.
On every inhale, I taste him.
Cedar and frost and woodsmoke and leather, an incredible, mouth-watering combination of demon scent that seems tailor-made to rewire my nervous system. One hit, and I’m ready to shove any hesitation or restraint out the window and climb this demon like a tree.
Another little frustrated moan slips out, and Callum answers it with another deep rumble.
“So impatient, my star, aren’t you? Always in such a hurry.”
Goddess, that nickname.
I’ve never been one for pet names or endearments, but it fits just right in his low, graveled voice. And it doesn’t do anything to help the situation. It only makes me want to be closer to him. To kiss him. To bite him. To devour—
“Let’s see if I can help you with that.”
It might just be the sweetest suggestion I’ve ever heard.
Callum takes my lips again, kissing me with slow, seductive strokes, tongue teasing and coaxing and learning every inch of me.
His hands trace over my back, my hips, the curve of my ass, pulling me closer to him.
Against my lower belly, the hard ridge of his erection is as tempting as ever, but when I try to shift higher and get the pressure of it just where I want, I’m yanked back down by a firm grip on my leg.
His tail.
Smooth and warmer than I thought it would be, he uses it to hold me in place, to keep me in check, to make sure he has all the control here.
I’m equal parts frustrated and so, so turned on.
I buck against him, test how strong his tail’s hold really is, and am rewarded by another rough growl. Callum pulls his lips from mine, breathing hard.
“I said I’d help, witch,” he says, and though the words come out laced with that same ragged, rough tone, his crimson eyes sparkle. “You can’t wait even long enough to let me try?”
“No,” I tell him, just because I can’t help being contrary.
Another rumble in his chest, a quick maneuver with his arms and tail, and my back is up against his front again. I gasp, and his hand settles over my mouth.
“Quiet,” he reminds me, and I nod.
I can be quiet.
If he gives me what I want, he won’t hear a peep out of me.
Ass against his erection, I grind on him until he gets the hint.
Callum presses his lips to the side of my neck, fangs pricking my skin, and his free hand settles low on the curve of my belly, fingers sliding under the waistband of my sleep shorts.
He unwinds his tail from around my leg, and it creeps up, up, up the inside of my thigh, to the crease of my shorts and the insignificant barrier of my thong. All the way to the juncture where—if he presses just an inch or two forward—he’ll find out just how wet I am for—
“Star,” Callum breathes. “Fuck. Is that all for me?”
With his hand still pressed to my mouth, I can’t exactly answer him, but I doubt I’d be able to form a coherent thought anyway as he dips his tail into me.
Just a little.
Just the tip.
Letting me feel him.
Not satisfied with how much of me he can access, he slips my shorts and panties down my legs.
I moan into his palm, and he nips at the side of my throat before kissing the small hurt, murmuring into my skin.
“Be quiet,” he reminds me again, taunts me again. “Unless you want your friend and her mate to hear exactly how much you like my tail in you.”
As if to test my ability to meet that challenge, he presses in further. I stretch around him. Full, so fucking full, even from just the first couple of inches.
And if that incredible pressure wasn’t enough to already have me racing toward an orgasm, he slides his free hand further down, down, down, until his fingers brush against—
My ragged cry catches in my throat, and this time I’m glad for his hand over my mouth. I don’t think I’d be able to control the noises coming out of me otherwise.
It’s too much.
The magick swirling.
The stretch of his tail in me.
His clever, clever fingers toying with me, finding my clit and pressing down firmly, stroking in steady circles until pleasure and pressure and molten fire gather low in my core.
“Just look at you, star,” he whispers roughly against my ear. “Look at how pretty you are when you’re filled with me.”
He uses the hand at my mouth to tip my head forward, grip firm and warm against my skin.
There’s nothing to do but look.
Look at Callum’s tail in me. Look at the way he fills me, stretches me, the thick press of him bottoming out as he strokes my clit again.
I grasp at him, fingers clawing at his thick forearms, searching for something to anchor me in the storm of magick and pleasure rising, threatening to drown me.
“That’s it,” Callum croons, tail sliding in, then out, then back again in a deep, heavy rhythm that drives me out of my mind. “I’ve got you, Seren.”
I ride his tail with abandon, arch and strain and chase the sensation. I claw at him until he takes his hand from my mouth and lets me kiss him instead, lets me feed him my gasping breaths and stifled moans, lets me bite at his lips and devour his growl while he brings me right to the brink.
I come with a strangled cry, pussy pulsing around his tail, body shaking with the force of it.
Callum pulls his tail from me, wraps his arms around me, and turns me in his embrace until I’m crushed against his chest. He’s breathing almost as hard as I am, and his heart thunders against my ear.
I take several long minutes to come back down to earth. Still hazy and half dazed, I let out a breathless laugh as I melt into him.
“See?” I tease. “Sometimes it’s alright to be a little impatient.”
He chuckles, and the sound of it rumbles all the way through me. He presses a kiss to my forehead, to my cheek, to the corner of my lips, and more minutes pass in a dreamy, sexed-out haze.
At least until he glances toward the window, where the first light of dawn is just starting to filter in.
“Is it a long way to where we’re going today, to the city you mentioned?” he asks, and shifts on the bed like he means to get up.
His cock is still hard where my hips press to his, and by the tension and heat lingering in his body, I’d bet half a fae queen’s fortune he’s still wound up and aching.
And deciding to be a gentleman this morning, apparently.