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Fiona's breath came in gasps as she clung to Callum, feeling his every thrust deep inside her. Her fingers dug into his back, leaving marks that would be reminders of this moment for days to come. Each time he pushed into her, it felt like a bolt of electricity coursed through her veins, sending sparks flying through her body. She couldn't get enough. The sensation was addicting, and she never wanted it to end.
Callum's lips found hers again in a passionate kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as they moved in perfect synchronization. His hands roamed over her body possessively, squeezing and caressing every inch of her skin. With each touch, Fiona's need grew stronger until she was on fire.
She squeezed her legs tighter around him and tilted her hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. The intensity between them built rapidly, spiraling out of control until they were both consumed by pure pleasure.
She slid closer and closer to the edge, the pressure mounting in her core until it was almost unbearable. She moaned loudly and tangled one hand in Callum's hair, pulling him closer as she whispered his name over and over.
With one final thrust, everything exploded in a blinding ecstasy that left them both shaking and breathless. They collapsed onto the sheets next to each other, their bodies trembling with aftershocks as they caught their breath.
As they lay in silence, Fiona turned her head to look at Callum with a satisfied smile on her face. Her body was still tingling from their intense lovemaking, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment from the way he had made her feel.
Callum gave her a wicked smirk, his eyes filled with desire as he ran his hand through her hair. She shivered under his touch, still sensitive from their previous round.
"Fiona," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with want.
She arched an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. But instead of saying anything, he reached down and cupped her breast in his hand, gently squeezing and teasing it until she gasped.
Fiona's hand found its way to his cock once again, feeling how hard he still was despite their recent release. She couldn't resist stroking him back to life, enjoying the way he groaned and bucked against her touch. Their eyes never left each other as they silently communicated their desires. Fiona found herself wet once again as she gazed into Callum's depths, and the hunger burning in them fueled her own need.
Without breaking eye contact, they reached for each other. Fiona straddled him once again, sinking down onto his already hard length with a moan.
SIX
CALLUM
Ayawn took Callum as he woke. It sent him stretching. At least his side that was not pinned down by his sleeping partner. The scent of the fun they had last night hung in the air, sending his sleepy thoughts back and waking another part of him.
The Full Moon Masquerades almost always came with surprises, but Callum could hardly remember the last time he’d surprised himself at one of these parties. When was the last time he’d partaken? His sleep-fogged mind couldn’t answer, though the woman snuggled into his side offered a whole world of distractions.
With another stretch, Callum glanced down at the woman. Fiona? Yes, that was the name she gave. She snuggled against the crook of his arm, her mask long discarded. He didn’t recognize her, but would he have recognized half the invitees if he saw them without their masks?
The anonymity was the biggest benefit to most of the guests. That was why they ensured the hunter's block was in effect. With shifters, their sense of smell trumped their vision. Masks wouldn’t have stopped them from recognizing anotherattendee’s scent. But the effect of the block should have faded with the rising sun.
Fiona had been so coy last night. She hadn’t told him what kind of shifter she was, but nothing was stopping him now. Callum turned his head and sniffed. He ignored the scent of their coupling as much as he could. After three tries, he frowned, finding nothing.
A shifter's nature, their inner beast, carried their scent. Callum had dealings with every type of shifter, from other wolves and their distant cousins, the ursine, to the cats and even dragons. Not even a hint of any of them wafted from his sleeping partner.
Mate. His inner beast growled the word in his head. He’d almost discounted those thoughts from last night as the effect of the masquerade. It was easier to believe he’d got carried away during the full moon than he'd found his mate. One who didn’t smell like any type of shifter.
He leaned close for another sniff, taking her scent as deeply as possible. It sent parts of him stirring even further but left his rational mind confused. What was she? He didn’t get another chance to check. Her eyes shot open when he tried.
Fiona pushed herself up and frowned at him. She blinked a few times and then noticed they were both naked. With a quick move, she snatched the sheet still covering their lower halves and draped it over her chest.
“A little late for modesty,” Callum said, barking a laugh. “You’re not even wearing your mask anymore. Most people who come to the Full Moon Masquerades keep them on and slip away after having their fun.”
“Is that your way of telling me I’ve overstayed my welcome?” she snapped back, anger and embarrassment at war in her blush. “Once I find my clothes, I can get out of your hair.”
She sat up on the bed, taking the sheet with her. Callum didn’t care to keep his modesty and let the sheet slip from him. Desire perfumed the air. Her eyes raked down his body and stopped at his cock, ready and willing.
“You have in no way overstayed your welcome,” Callum said, snaking a hand around her back. “I mean, you see the effect you have on me. It would be a shame if you left your gracious host in such a state, wouldn’t it?”
Her eyes narrowed, but the scent of her desire only rose. She smirked and planted a hand on his chest, pushing back.
“You have hands,” she said, nose in the air. “They can take care of your little problem for you.”
“Little?” Callum looked between his cock and Fiona’s eyes, raising a brow. “As for my hands, they have better things to do. I think you’d agree.”
She sucked in a breath as his fingers mapped her backside. Her eyes widened when fingertips brushed between her legs. The hand she held against his chest relaxed. So did the other, holding the sheet covering her.
