Chapter 26 Callie
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Callie
Fuckfuckfuck!
The internal chant was like my theme song pushing me along because Rathal was on my ass.
I was running full out, arms pumping, hands splayed wide for greater speed.
The gravel dug into my bare feet, but the pain was fleeting and easily pushed aside.
Mostly because my nervous system was absolutely sure I was going to get eaten, nevermind that my libido was dancing a merry jig.
Brain and ovaries were not on the same page.
I could hear his creepy fucking clicking whooping call coming in from above, probably less than a mile away and closing wicked fast. It had my heart in my throat and my soul running ahead of me trying to leave my slow bitch ass behind.
My new and improved body was fast as hell, faster I think, than Rathal, but he was super motivated now.
Probably shouldn’t have cheated.
But damnit, I wanted the edge for once. I should have freaking known it would backfire so hard I'd come to regret it. Well, not really regret per se. The end to this chase was going to be all good times.
A hard and wild fuck that was probably going to alter my psyche.
Couldn’t. Fucking. Wait.
Still, I didn’t want it to be too easy for him.
So I’d snuck out while Rathal was sleeping and begged, pleaded, and threatened the twins into helping me.
They’d given me codes, instructions and well wishes I barely understood over their snickering laughter which probably should have been my first clue but ya know, your girl had mush brain from the great sex and the endless paperwork.
Next, I’d contacted Som’ae via my Link. She’d brought me some ground herbs, mixed them with an oil, and then handed me the bottle with a cryptic smile.
When I’d asked how much the bottle costs, she’d just flicked her tiny hands at me and said, “Don’t worry about that right now. I’ll collect at a later date.”
Like that didn’t make me worried at all.
I’d slipped the bottle out of my waistband and wrapped it in my shirt before taking off my pants.
I’d grabbed it again just before taking off into the maze.
It was a pretty simple thing to dump the entire contents of the bottle over myself and rub it in as I ran after I’d laid the false scent trail to buy time.
The herbs had dissolved into the oil, giving it a cloudy appearance, and I’d worried when it didn’t smell like anything.
I figured it would use a stronger scent to cover mine, but the more I thought about that the dumber it seemed and I was glad that Som’ae was a crafty fox because I discovered—much to my relief—that the oil completely neutralized my scent.
I was sweaty, dirty, and horny and should have smelled like team spirit but all I could pick up was the loamy floral smell of the garden.
Which had come in handy until it didn’t.
Stupid ass gravel was loud as fuck when you moved on it and Rathal had those tall radar like ears. I was doomed from the start.
Thank god.
I swallowed back my laughter as I skidded around a corner and braced my back against the wall, breathing fast and trying to get it under control.
I was having so much freaking fun. No one was going to believe me when I told them about this.
And I was telling my girls the whole play by play because this shit was an epic sexy love story and it deserved to be gossiped over.
Yeah. Who was I and what had I done with ‘stick in the mud’ Callie, right?
Sweat dripped down my spine and temples and my knees shook with the effort, but the biggest physical reaction to all this was the throbbing, insistent ache between my legs.
I was a kinky bitch.
Who’d have thought?
I peeked around the corner, my night vision pretty good even though I knew this maze was pitch black dark and once upon a time my being able to see would have pissed me right off but I don’t think I’d ever been more grateful to the gray wash of my new sight.
Or maybe not.
Thanks to that gray tinted night vision I had a good view of Rathal perched on the edge of the wall where there had been empty air not five seconds ago, his jaws gaping open and the chattering, whooping, clicking sound emerging from between gleaming fangs.
My stomach dropped sharply while my heart thundered upwards and I had to swallow it back down. I sucked in a breath and held it when his song abruptly stopped and his head cocked sharply to the right. I wanted to back slowly away but I knew if I moved I was caught.
Suddenly, Rathal’s head jerked in my direction and his jaws snapped shut with an audible click of teeth.
“Got you.”
His smile was pure evil intentions.
I cursed and ran like hell.
Deep, sinister laughter nipped at my heels just before gravel sprayed against my legs as Rathal landed nearly on top of me, only missing me by a hair's breadth.
I shrieked with laughter, ducking and weaving trying to stay out of his grasp, my heartbeat now a roar in my ears.
I didn’t make it far.
Rathal’s body slammed into mine, rolled us to break our fall so that I landed on top of him rather than in the gravel and then he rolled us again and sprung to his feet.
I was thrown over his shoulder yet again.
Rough hands squeezed at my thighs and ass to keep me in place as Rathal lurched into a sprint, darting through the maze with single minded intention.
“Rathal, where the hell are you taking me?” I yelled between grunts of air.
Let me tell you what, riding on someone's shoulders is not comfortable. Every bounce rams their shoulder into your gut and it's all you can do not to puke all over them.
“Rathal!”
A hard slap to my bare ass had me jerking upwards with a squawk at the sting.
“Quiet. You’ll know when we get there,” he answered with a growl. His voice was marbled and rough and it sent a sharp lance of electric heat straight through me.
He sounded feral.
Wild.
Unhinged.
If I could have kicked my feet I would have. Oh, god. I was in for such a wild ride.
He skidded to a stop finally, and I strained to see around him, bracing up on my elbow to see under his arm.
We were in the center of the maze. I knew because it looked exactly how I pictured the center of a maze to look. We were in a grassy square with a bubbling fountain on one end, and a gray stone pavilion on the other.
Rathal approached the pavilion, jerking to halt just before it to pull me off his shoulder and tossing me down onto soft cushions.
I bounced once on the pillows and then Rathal was on me.
His hot body pressed me down.
“Tell me to stop and we stop. Understood?”
I stared wide eyed up at him and nodded.
“Good,” he said, and then I was being flipped and maneuvered onto all fours.
A rough palm stroked up my back to press down on my shoulders so that my ass was in the air and then his hand left me only to return with its mate to spread my pussy lips apart so that a hot mouth could press against me.I sucked in a sharp breath when Rathal growled into my skin before lifting his head away.
“Whatever it was you used to block your scent from me is going to earn you a spanking, wife. It's unacceptable.”
My thighs shook and I clenched on emptiness at his statement. Wetness gathered and dripped to the cushions below me and Rathal chuckled.
“Like that do you? Well, we shall see about that.”
The first strike took me completely by surprise. It stung like the devil, my right cheek growing hot from the impact, but motherfucker did it make me squirm for more. Goosebumps rose and spread and I arched my back, moaning into the next smack as it fell onto my left cheek.
“Fuck. Callie. You are a sight to behold. I should have brought restraints. Trussing you up like the prize you are would have truly taken this over the edge.”
I whimpered into the pillows, biting down on one to keep myself from begging.
Smack.
“No matter. We will just have to make do with what we have, won’t we?”
Smack.
I was shaking now, trembling like a leaf as he alternated sides with each strike, soothing the sting for a second and then spanking me again.
I ached. I needed him to fuck me so badly tears were tracking down my face.
Every inch of my body was on high alert, anticipation crackling through me for the next impact.
Smack.
“You make me so fucking hard, Callie. Just look at you. Trembling under my hand. Would you beg for me, darling? I can give you what you want. What you need.”
I groaned, half sobbing but shook my head, my face buried in the pillows.
Smack.
“No? Well, that’s too bad, dearest. I’m afraid I’m going to need to hear you ask nicely for my cock or else we are going to be at this all night. I’m a patient male. I can wait.”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
The quick succession of strikes threw me off and I cried out, my head lifting off the pillows.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Let me hear you. Louder, Callie. You can do better.”
He jerked my hips backwards into his, his hard cock pressing in between my ass cheeks and rocking against me. I was so wet that he slipped easily over my pussy and the friction was just enough to drive me mad but not enough to get me off.
My ass stung like fire and my pussy ached so bad to be filled I couldn’t help myself and rocked back into him, whimpering incoherently for more.
Rathal stopped his movements to hold me hard against him.
“I believe I told you what I required if you want to get what you need. Be a good girl and use your words.”
I cried out in frustration trying to rock backwards but his hands at my hips were like an iron vice keeping me in place.
I bit the pillow and reached under me with my hand, intent on touching myself for relief, but a harsh sound came from behind me and Rathal’s hand snapped out and wrapped around my forearm, stopping me before I could so much as graze my clit with the tips of my fingers.
“That,” he snarled, “was naughty. I’m afraid I have no choice now.”