Chapter 32
Callum
Goddess above, I may not survive it.
I may not survive my mate’s mouth on my cock, on my knot, her clever hand cupping my sac, the scent and the warmth and magick of her surrounding me, seeping into every pore and scrambling all my senses.
From the moment she fell to her knees, I’ve been embarrassingly close to the edge of my orgasm, like I’m some green, inexperienced youth and this is the first time I’m being touched by a pretty female.
Being with Seren feels like a first time. A pleasure like I’ve never experienced, the magick spurring us on, hot and insistent and undeniable now that she’s allowing herself to feel it, too.
There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, too.
My little human mate might have tried to deny the bond between us initially, but she revels in it now. The tendrils of power between us linger. They cast an ethereal glow on the room, light enough for me to see every excruciatingly erotic detail of my mate pleasuring me with her mouth.
And damn it anyways, because all that pleasure, all that magick, the heat and the scent and the sight of her have me racing toward a climax far, far before I’d like.
“Seren,” I breathe, with just enough restraint left to give her the opportunity to choose. “Star, if you keep doing that, I’m going to—”
She makes a low, amused sound in the back of her throat and takes me deeper, all the way until her lips brush the swell of my knot. To make matters even more precarious, she wraps her hand around the hard, aching swell of it and squeezes.
It’s that last touch that undoes me.
Her skin against mine, the exquisite, wet heat of her, the sudden vision of what it would be like to have my knot in her, filling her, binding the two of us together in ecstasy—all of it is too much.
Pleasure races up my spine, coils low in my belly, explodes from my cock in long, jerking spasms that white out my vision and leave me boneless and shaking.
Seren keeps her mouth on me all the way through it, sucking at my tip, swallowing every drop I have to give her.
With a breathless gasp and a satisfied smirk, she pulls off me when the tremors have subsided.
The wicked glint in her eyes is enough to send one last spasm of pleasure through me, come leaking down over the crown of my cock.
She catches it with her tongue.
Something in me snaps. Something feral and ravenous, demanding, insatiable.
I pull her up to me, sprawl her out on top of me, but when I lean in to capture her mouth, she turns her head away.
“You sure you want to kiss me, given what we just—”
I devour the last part of her question, tongue delving deep, fangs pricking her lips, savoring the taste.
“You think I wouldn’t want to revel in it, star?” I ask, still half-kissing her. “You think I wouldn’t want to taste for myself how good we are together? How hard you made me come with that hot, delicious mouth of yours?”
A little shiver runs through her, and she devours me right back.
Fuck, it’s good.
I never knew I had a predilection for this particular act, but tasting myself on my mate is the most intoxicating, delicious indulgence. Salty and earthy and edged with the sharp metal blade of her magick, it stokes the flames in me higher.
Moving fast enough to draw another gasp from her, I flip our position so her back is on the mattress.
And then I take my sweet time looking.
From her swollen, delectable lips to the graceful sweep of her neck—skin so soft and perfect it makes my fangs ache—all the way down over the dip of her collarbone and lower.
“So pretty, star.”
Heat stains her cheeks, her neck, the swell of her breasts with their taut, rosy pink nipples.
Repaying the sensual torment she gave me earlier, I take just as much time mapping all the curves and hollows of her body. All the acres and acres of warm, soft flesh, the places where her pulse races fast and heady, all of her brimming with magick and the powerful scent of her arousal.
While I busy myself at her breasts—finding out just how she likes her nipples played with, which touches make her squirm, and where I can press my fangs into her to make her moan—I shift my tail up the inside of her thigh.
Just like this morning, she’s damp and hot and ready for me.
The slick, plump folds of her sex part easily around the thrust of my tail, and when I find her entrance she bucks against me, clutches at my horns, demands more without saying a word.
“What am I going to do with you?”
After a few quick blinks to make her eyes focus, she meets my gaze with a little furrow between her brows. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean—” My lips close around her nipple, drawing on her hard and releasing with a wet pop.
“—is that I can’t ever imagine a time when I won’t want to be here—” Fangs, pressed into the sweet swell of her skin.
“—just like this. With my mouth on you. How are we going to finish the fae queen’s hunt? ”
She lets out a breathless giggle, and it might be the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Maybe one of us will just have to find some self-control.”
“Impossible, star,” I murmur, and as much as I could stay here all night and keep feasting on her breasts, there’s something I want more.
With lips and tongue and teeth, I journey my way over the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her navel, the graceful arc of her hips before settling myself between her thighs.
With hands that aren’t quite capable of being coordinated or gentle right now, I lift her thighs and settle them on my shoulders.
My witch, like she can read my thoughts, grabs for my horns and cants her hips up, and just before I finally get my mouth on her, I glance up.
Goddess, she’s glorious. Laid out and flushed with anticipation. Her blond hair wild around her shoulders. Her green, green eyes glazed with pleasure. Her cunt, almost dripping with her arousal.
The first stroke of my tongue has her back bowing off the mattress, her hands tightening around my horns, a strangled groan breaking from her throat.
Her flavor bursts across my palate—deep and earthy and sweet—and I lick her again, find the tight bud of her clit and tease little circles around it.
Seren, Goddess bless her, isn’t shy about demanding what she wants.
With her hands steering my horns and her hips shifting against me, with all her gasps and moans, I learn how my witch likes her pleasure.
I retract my claws so I can stroke one finger inside her, then two.
I scrape my fangs lightly over her soaked flesh, catch her clit between my lips and suck.
Perhaps I should draw this out longer, savor her, tease her to the edge over and over before bringing her to her peak, but I find myself much too greedy for that.
I want to know what Seren tastes like when she comes against my mouth. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her I can.
Between us, her magick crests—our magick crests, impossible to tell where all those strands of power begin and end. She arches off the bed, releases her hands from my horns and tangles them into the sheets when it becomes to much for her.
And then she shatters.
Glorious, my witch. A miracle in her pleasure.
The tremors of her orgasm go on and on. I croon to her—little bits of praise and filth and nonsense—though I hardly know if the words make any sense at all.
When those tremors finally subside, she tries to tug me back to her, but I’m not finished.
I’m not anywhere near finished.
“Another, star,” I growl, already burying my mouth back between her thighs.
“Callum,” she groans, insistent as she tightens her grip on my horns. “I can’t. There’s no way I can—”
“You can—” I spear my tongue into her, draw it back over that sensitive spot on her front wall that makes another strangled cry rasp out of her. “—and you will.”
My witch surrenders. She melts into me, lets me take care of her, comes so beautifully with my tail pressed into her and my tongue on her clit.
Lifting myself up from my altar, still nowhere near satisfied with my worship—I’m already beginning to suspect a lifetime of supplication won’t be enough—I shift her further up on the bed and kneel between her spread thighs.
“One more,” I say, leaning down to kiss the protest from her lips. “One more for me, Seren.”
Her head lolls back onto the mattress, but she gasps out her answer. “I can do one more.”
“Yes, you can, my mate.”
Taking my cock in hand, I run it through her slick heat, coating myself in her arousal and my saliva. Over and over, I rock against her. Not inside her, not tonight, but the feel of her like this is exquisite.
“Callum,” Seren gasps again. “Fuck, that feels…”
“Feel good, star?”
“That’s not exactly the word I would use.”
“If you can use words at all, I don’t think I’m doing my job.”
She laughs, breathless, and the sound cuts off in a moan when my thumb finds her clit. I’m close, too close, and I absolutely won’t let myself fall without taking her with me.
Seren seems just as determined to claim her pleasure, and it sends a wave of fierce pride through me. I want her to demand, want her to claim, want her to always have what she needs from me and never shy away from this.
Strokes heavy, steady against her core, thumb circling against her clit, I watch in awe as that pleasure builds, breaks, and then I join her.
Coming in hard, jerking spurts that land on her belly, her hip, the mound of her sex, I collapse into her with just enough foresight to brace an arm on the mattress to keep from crushing her completely.
We’re both sweat-slicked and breathing hard. The magick in the air around us is thick and heady and almost palpable.
I’ve never felt anything so right, like everything in my life was leading me here, right here with her.
Seren shifts beneath me, lets out an adorable little sigh. “Well, fuck.”
I chuckle, press lazy kisses against her collarbone, her throat, the curve of her jaw. “Wait here.”
Retreating into the unnervingly white bathing chamber with its polished stone floors and walls, and an enormous mirror taking up nearly one entire wall, I retrieve a cloth and wet it with warm water.
Before I go back to tend to my mate, though, I pause.
There, in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize the demon staring back at me.
It’s as if I’ve lost decades in a single night, as if the weight I’ve carried on my shoulders for as long as I can remember has lifted.
The lines on my face loosened, my shoulders and back straighter.
I wonder for a moment if this is what I’d look like… happy.
But there’s no time to contemplate it with a gorgeous, sex-rumpled witch waiting for me in the other room.
Though she protests a little when I return to the bed, she eventually relents and lets me clean her up. When I’m finished, she rolls over and stretches languidly on the mattress, kicking her feet up and showing off a pert, perfect ass I can’t resist running a hand over as I stretch out beside her.
She returns the favor by reaching over to touch the curve of my wing, and lets out a soft laugh at my low growl.
We trade touches and lazy kisses, my purr the only sound in the silence between us. No urgency, no goal other than taking the time to leisurely explore each other’s bodies now that the initial frenzy has faded.
At least until a soft ding from somewhere on the floor makes Seren groan again, more annoyance than pleasure this time.
She leans over the edge of the bed, offering me another magnificent view of her naked back and the curve of her ass, and shuffles around in our discarded clothing.
Rolling back over with phone in hand and a wide grin across her face, she looks at me triumphantly in the lamplight.
“Looks like we’ve got a date to see the wielder.”