again? She spoke about him as though they were strangers fucking for fun and he was just a vampire and she just a werewolf. They weren’t Callum and Kristina. Had she seen in his eyes what he had wanted to say, that he had moved past this being about nothing more than satisfying urges and cravings, and this was her reaction to it?
She hesitated, crimson turning her cheeks rosy, and toyed with his nipples, staring at them. She obviously had acute senses because she had picked up on the barest threads of his emotions and right now she was feeling his anger.
“Kristina,” he said, unwilling to let her pretend that this meant nothing. He would force her to use his name if he had to. He wouldn’t stop using hers. He could be cruel too, could call her werewolf or female, could place that barrier between them. How would she like that? Would it hurt her as much as her doing the same hurt him?
He pulled her down to him and kissed her, deliberately slowly, forcing her to acknowledge that this could be something more than just a moment of madness if she wanted it to be and could accept him in her life. She struggled at first, trying to roughen the kiss and turn it passionate. He didn’t let her. Her version of passion wasn’t what he wanted this to be about. He wanted it to be about passion that meant something, that came from the heart and soul, not the sex glands.
Kristina relaxed into him, her kisses slowing to match his, her lips a bare caress that left his tingling and lightened his insides. He wrapped his arms around her, unwilling to let her go before he was done with her, holding her gently to instil a sense of safety inside her again. He wanted the Kristina who had looked at him so softly with bright warm eyes back.
“Callum,” she whispered against his mouth, a note of desire in her tone, and swept her tongue over his lower lip, igniting sparks that exploded over his skin and down his spine. He groaned and tried to kiss her but she held herself out of his reach, teasing him with soft licks over his lips that cranked him tighter with each one. “I want you.”
Callum raised his hips into hers, pushing his hardening cock against her groin to show her that he wanted her too. She wasn’t alone in this. If she would only accept that, he was sure that she would feel less on edge about what they were doing and would realise that he wasn’t out to hurt her.
Hell. At this rate, it would end with him being the one hurt by her.
Since leaving her last night, he had told himself close to a thousand times not to go down this route and to just let things happen and see where it took them. He had warned himself not to get attached or read into things. It was impossible after all. He could warn himself all he wanted, could point out the dangers of becoming emotionally attached to a werewolf, but none of it was stopping him from wanting more from her.
He groaned low in his throat as she rose to her feet, standing with her boots on either side of his hips, and wriggled her black knickers down her thighs. She lifted each foot off the bed in turn, pulling her knickers over them, and then tossed them down at him. Callum gathered them into his fist and held her gaze as he brought them to his nose and inhaled the scent of her arousal. His cock leapt, growing harder at the thought that he made her wet and hungry. She wanted him.
Kristina lowered herself again, her bare thighs warm against his sides, and then shuffled backwards, seating herself over his knees. She grabbed her mac and rifled in the pockets, and pulled out a strip of condoms. She had come prepared this time. He was still fairly certain that he couldn’t impregnate her but he held his tongue, letting her have her way. Anything to get back inside her.
She pulled his trousers and boxers down to his knees, tore open the packet, and rolled the condom down onto his cock. It pulsed as he stared down at her skirt and then took in her outfit again, realising that she
She hesitated, crimson turning her cheeks rosy, and toyed with his nipples, staring at them. She obviously had acute senses because she had picked up on the barest threads of his emotions and right now she was feeling his anger.
“Kristina,” he said, unwilling to let her pretend that this meant nothing. He would force her to use his name if he had to. He wouldn’t stop using hers. He could be cruel too, could call her werewolf or female, could place that barrier between them. How would she like that? Would it hurt her as much as her doing the same hurt him?
He pulled her down to him and kissed her, deliberately slowly, forcing her to acknowledge that this could be something more than just a moment of madness if she wanted it to be and could accept him in her life. She struggled at first, trying to roughen the kiss and turn it passionate. He didn’t let her. Her version of passion wasn’t what he wanted this to be about. He wanted it to be about passion that meant something, that came from the heart and soul, not the sex glands.
Kristina relaxed into him, her kisses slowing to match his, her lips a bare caress that left his tingling and lightened his insides. He wrapped his arms around her, unwilling to let her go before he was done with her, holding her gently to instil a sense of safety inside her again. He wanted the Kristina who had looked at him so softly with bright warm eyes back.
“Callum,” she whispered against his mouth, a note of desire in her tone, and swept her tongue over his lower lip, igniting sparks that exploded over his skin and down his spine. He groaned and tried to kiss her but she held herself out of his reach, teasing him with soft licks over his lips that cranked him tighter with each one. “I want you.”
Callum raised his hips into hers, pushing his hardening cock against her groin to show her that he wanted her too. She wasn’t alone in this. If she would only accept that, he was sure that she would feel less on edge about what they were doing and would realise that he wasn’t out to hurt her.
Hell. At this rate, it would end with him being the one hurt by her.
Since leaving her last night, he had told himself close to a thousand times not to go down this route and to just let things happen and see where it took them. He had warned himself not to get attached or read into things. It was impossible after all. He could warn himself all he wanted, could point out the dangers of becoming emotionally attached to a werewolf, but none of it was stopping him from wanting more from her.
He groaned low in his throat as she rose to her feet, standing with her boots on either side of his hips, and wriggled her black knickers down her thighs. She lifted each foot off the bed in turn, pulling her knickers over them, and then tossed them down at him. Callum gathered them into his fist and held her gaze as he brought them to his nose and inhaled the scent of her arousal. His cock leapt, growing harder at the thought that he made her wet and hungry. She wanted him.
Kristina lowered herself again, her bare thighs warm against his sides, and then shuffled backwards, seating herself over his knees. She grabbed her mac and rifled in the pockets, and pulled out a strip of condoms. She had come prepared this time. He was still fairly certain that he couldn’t impregnate her but he held his tongue, letting her have her way. Anything to get back inside her.
She pulled his trousers and boxers down to his knees, tore open the packet, and rolled the condom down onto his cock. It pulsed as he stared down at her skirt and then took in her outfit again, realising that she
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