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“You don’t want to do this.” Calum almost sounded like he was in pain. “It’s the magic, Fern. You’re not used to it, and this is…”
“Don’t tell me what I’m not used to.” She turned frantic. “If you don’t want this, that’s a different question.”
“I do,” Calum snapped back, unable to deny it. “But trust me, you’re going to regret this once you’ve calmed down.”
She doesn’t realize it’s a mating frenzy, and she’s going to hate me for it when this is over. Calum tried to rationalize with himself, which was getting harder to do as all the blood in his brain was headed south.
“I know what I want, Calum,” Fern hissed. “The only thing that anyone is going to regret is the conversation we need to have about you assuming my needs.”
The word need coming out of Fern’s mouth sent another wave of heat through Calum. His knees nearly buckled. He gripped the head of the cane so tightly that his knuckles went white.
“I don’t want to be someone else that you have to cater to.” Calum forced the words out, the vulnerability coming to him surprisingly easily under a wave of lust. It stopped Fern in her tracks, and she stared at him open-mouthed.
She shook her head as she grappled with understanding. “I’m choosing you, Calum Orem Beifir Welsh Thalanil.” Fern stepped closer with each word until she was standing right in front of him, grinding against his crotch and gripping the labels of his jacket.
“You’re not a witch. You’re a bloody baobhan sith,” Calum grunted, dropping his cane and wrapping his arms around Fern. He spun them around and pinned her against the wall, all of his control ripped from his body. Fern seemed to have that effect on him.
He captured her mouth in a punishing kiss, dominating every inch of her as he thrust his tongue between her lips. His movements turned shockingly gentle as he caressed and licked every part of her, his hands gripping tightly on Fern’s hips in contrast.
She let out a wanton moan and writhed against him. Calum pulled around with a sharp intake of air and wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning her against the wall with his body. Every part of him had been shredded, and Fern was holding the pieces.
Both of them had been pretending to be other people for years. Fern had been the parent, the responsible one, the dutiful one, always putting herself last. Calum had buried his instincts and lost his magic, assuming a mantle of guilt that wasn’t his to take on as he forced himself into the role of a diplomat. A professor. The calculated one, as he planned and schemed his way home.
The shreds of who they had once been fell to the floor as the pulse of magic, barely contained, threaded its way through their bodies. There was only heat and power and the insatiable need to close any distance between them.
“Calum,” Fern panted, rocking her hips against his erection, “please. I need you. I need you.” She sounded as wanton as Calum had ever heard her, and the sound went straight to his dick, sending lightning up his spine. He was so hard it was almost painful, but her cry sent a shock of realization through his system.
She doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
If he fucked her now, their mating would be complete. She’d have to acknowledge it verbally, but there would be no avoiding it. Calum forced himself to step away from her, setting her feet back down on the ground.
“Calum?” Fern’s face was suddenly flooded with rejection. He could see it burning through her like her desire.
No, no, no. Everything in his body was shifting on a molecular level, insisting that he do anything possible to get that look off her face.
“If you think you can handle me,” he snarled, “let’s find out.”
Fern’s eyes went half-lidded at the sound of his voice. Calum thought on his feet, all but manhandling Fern into his desk chair.
He pushed his way in between her legs, running his fingers over her pussy. Even through the thick wool tights that she had on, he could feel how ready she was for him. Fern’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she rolled her hips against his touch.
Calum leaned down and began whispering in her ear, the stubble on his cheek chafing against her skin.
“Now, Ms. McEwan,” his words were proper while his tone was utterly debauched, “I think you’ve signed up for a course that you’re not prepared for.” She whimpered and tried to close her legs around him, but his broad body blocked her. He widened his stance and forced her legs open wider.
Calum added more pressure to his touch, igniting her as her body clenched down around nothing, desperate to feel him stretching her again.
“I know what I can handle,” Fern snapped, tossing her head back with another moan.
“If you say so.” Calum shrugged, remarkably nonchalant. His other hand slipped under Fern’s skirt, and with a sharp tug, he yanked her tights and panties down to her knees.
Fern hissed, and her hands flew up to her breasts, kneading them roughly over her sweater as she tried to get any relief from the desire threatening to burn her alive.
“That’s enough of that,” Calum snapped. Against her wishes, Fern’s hands dropped to her sides. There was an authority in his tone that she couldn’t ignore, no matter what he was doing to her. She was practically writhing. “No touching unless I say so. Understood?”
“I understand.” Fern barely got the words out. Calum knew she would’ve been angrier if she couldn’t see the massive erection that he was currently sporting. She was only playing this game because he was just as turned on as she was.
“I understand… what? Don’t be rude now, Ms. McEwan.” There was a slightly trivializing tone to how he addressed her, but something about it only made Fern wetter. She caught on quickly. Her eyes gained some of their clarity back through the fog of arousal they were both battling.
