Chapter 10
He reached for her, and Callie squealed as her graceful, ethereal fae nearly tripped and stumbled over the pants tangled around his calves. He shot her a heated look as he kicked them off, but still on a high from making him come so hard, she just blew him a kiss, then pulled off her t-shirt.
She tossed it on the floor. “Don’t forget yours.”
His pants were gone. His boots, too. But Ash was still wearing the fancy white uniform shirt with its gleaming golden buttons.
It took a moment before he could rip his stare away from her cleavage and her bra and when he finally did, he glanced down at his shirt, staring at it as if he forgot how to take it off.
Callie made quick work of the rest of her clothes. She wasn’t quite sure what Ash had in mind when he said it was his turn, but she was game to pretty much anything. First things first, though, she needed to be naked.
It was only as she was backing up toward the bed that it hit her what she was preparing to do.
She hesitated. Due to a bad reaction when she was a teen and she was trying to regulate her cycle, Callie wasn’t on birth control.
Condoms? It had been so long since she’d been with a guy, she didn’t even think she had any in the apartment.
Mitch always kept a box in his bedside table, but her roommate had taken everything but the furniture with him when he moved out suddenly.
What were the odds he abandoned the condoms?
She was just about to excuse herself to go check when Ash finally finished unbuttoning his shirt.
He let it fall, landing not too far from her discarded clothes, and her graceful Seelie was back as he swept across the room, grabbing Callie up as easily as if she were a doll before lying her gently on the bed.
With a hungry expression that had Callie’s pulse kicking up, he climbed up after her, swinging a leg over her, bracing his body over hers.
She sucked in a breath, dazzled by his otherworldly beauty and the way he gobbled her up with his gaze as if he was starving and she was the only thing on the menu.
Callie opened her mouth.
Closed it.
She was human. He was fae. Their bodies were obviously compatible—even if Ash’s dick was bigger than any of the other guys she’d been with before him—so sex was definitely about to happen. But they were from two different worlds. It wasn’t like he could actually get her pregnant… right?
Too bad none of the books she checked out of the library covered this topic.
“I want to do everything with you,” Ash murmured, oblivious to her inner debate.
“I want to taste you. I want to touch you. I want to make you mine in every way. You’re mine,” he said, not for the first time.
“I’ve waited long enough to make it undeniable.
Will you open up to me, Callie? Will you let me in? Can I touch you?”
The first few times, Ash asked for permission for every touch until Callie gave him carte blanche. They were dating, after all. She never wanted him to accidentally be burned because he brushed up against her when she wasn’t expecting it.
But this? This was different. Though she couldn’t quite explain why, Callie knew that this was different.
“Yes, Ash,” she said. “You have my permission.”
That’s all it took. One quick touch, making sure she was ready to receive him, and then Ash was breaching her entrance, filling her up with his length.
He was even bigger inside her pussy than he’d been in her mouth, the delicious ache as he stretched her open causing Callie to let out a sound that was half-groan, half-cry of delight.
It felt so good.
Even better? Was when Ash started to move.
He started out slow, going easy, being gentle. Like before, though, he was coiled tight, his own instincts fighting against his ridiculous desire to treat Callie like a breakable human. He might be a nearly immortal fae with a thick cock, but he was right. She was made for him—meant for him.
She could take him.
“Harder,” she told him. “Faster. Please, Ash. Please...”
“Anything for you, my mate,” he said, doing just what she pleaded for. His soft thrusts became faster, deeper, his hips pistoning as his sac slammed into her ass.
Callie dug her fingers into the sheets, hanging on tightly as Ash sent her shifting along the mattress.
It felt so amazing, the power of his touch reaching places inside of her that she didn’t even know had been empty.
Alone. Unloved. The warmth of his attention, his power, this connection erased all the dark, cold parts that Callie kept hidden.
As he fucked her relentlessly, she had the sudden urge to do the same for him. And, since the beginning, there was one thing Ash had demanded of her that she’d never felt secure enough to give him.
Until now.
“My name,” she panted. “I want you to call me by my name.”
“Callie—”
She shook her head. “No. My full name.”
Ash stopped thrusting, his arms braced at her sides as he held himself over her. The ends of his long, tawny hair tickled her bare tits as he kept his cock buried to the hilt inside of her. But he wasn’t moving.
Instead, he was staring down at Callie, an unreadable expression on his face. “You’d give it to me?”
“You said we’re meant to be together, right?
” She arched her back, allowing Ash to slide in even deeper.
She hoped it would encourage him to pick up his rhythm again, and when he stayed quiet, she squirmed beneath him.
“If we’re together, you might as well know my name. It’s Calliope. Call me Calliope.”
His brilliant sun-colored eyes gleamed. “Calliope,” he whispered, drawing back before slamming home again.
Callie grunted, reaching up to stroke the sculpted muscles on his chest. “Oh, yeah. That’s so, so good…”
As arrogant as ever, her fae grinned down at her. “I’ve only just started.”
Another squeal as Ash continued to pound her. Callie hooked her ankles behind his ass, tethering herself to her lover. “Yeah? Bring it on.”
She should’ve known better than to dare him. Because Ash?
He brought it.
An hour later, Callie and Ash lay tangled in her sheets, his arm pillowing her, their legs intertwined.
She was finally starting to doze, the endorphins from her last orgasm leaving her comfy, cozy, and satisfied, when Ash cleared his throat. “Callie?”
“Mm…”
“Are you still awake?”
If he stopped talking, she wouldn’t be. But since Ash repaid her blowjob by banging her, then going down on her before banging her again, she figured that he had more of a right to pass out from exhaustion. If he was still up, she should be, too.
Her hand slid down his taut stomach, finding the erection that was still hot and heavy against her palm.
Oh, yeah. He was definitely still up.
And she was still humming from his touch.
She scooted closer to him. “Yeah. I’m awake.”
“Good. Because I want to give you something.”
She nuzzled into his side, lying her head on his pec, still absently stroking his erection. “You’ve given me more than enough.”
“Let me be the judge of that, Calliope.”
She tilted her head back at the sound of her full name. “You remember that, huh?” Their eyes met. In his golden depths, she saw the answer to her question. “Yeah. You remember. What’s the matter? It’s about time you knew what my real name is.”
“It’s not so simple as that. Names have power.”
“I know.”
He arched his eyebrow. “You know?”
“I did a lot of reading after we met. Every book of folktales and fairy lore I could find in the library. If there’s one thing they all agree on, it’s that names have power. If you give one of the fae your true name, they own you.”
“But you gave me yours,” Ash pointed out.
“You already own every part of me. My body. My heart. My soul.” A tiny grin tugged on her lips. “Might as well have my name, too.”
He picked up her hand, lacing her fingers with his. He brushed his mouth against her knuckles, a soft and sweet kiss that was so different than the possessive male that had just boned her nearly senseless.
Different, but still exactly the same where it counted.
“I’ll accept your gift, Calliope Brooks. But I’ve warned you from the beginning, my ffrindau. You have the attention of a Blessed One, and I’m not like one of your human males. I accept your gift so long as you accept mine.”
There was that word again. He’d used it before and she always assumed it meant friend, but unless he had a habit of sleeping with all of his buddies—and, whoa, was that a thought she didn’t want to dwell on for more than a second—then it had to be something else.
Before she could ask him what it meant, though, she realized what he was getting at.
And it wasn’t the whole “I scratch your back, you scratch mine” thing he had going on.
I accept your gift so long as you accept mine…
it was a fae thing. Never offend one of the faerie races, never offer them thanks, never enter into a bargain with one if you valued your soul, and never expect to have one of the fae in your debt if they could help it.
She gave him her true name. To Ash’s way of thinking, the one way to keep the scales balanced would be if he shared his with her.
Callie traced a lazy circle around his dark nipple. “You don’t have to do that. It was a gift freely given. I didn’t expect anything in return.”
“You’re mine, Calliope. As your male, it’s my responsibility to see that you’re never left wanting.”
She thought of the orgasms he gave her and barely bit back her throaty chuckle. “You definitely accomplished that.”
Ash shifted, using those long, slender, clever hands of his to reach down and tweak her clit, sending another jolt of pleasure rushing through her sated body.
She would’ve thought that she was oversensitized by his constant stimulation by now, only this was Ash.
His touch did something to her that no one else’s ever had—or possibly could.